We have twenty four hours left Malaysia before we get back to Bali. Home. As I’m tentatively starting to think of it. We’re going back for 6 weeks to make sure the honeymoon isn’t over. I haven’t loved Malaysia. Just in case you missed that. But maybe, after Bali, nowhere was going to impress. I’ve been trying to rationalise it, though rationalisation isn’t one of my strong points.
So herewith my for and against list for Malaysia – can we live here?
Handrolls. It sounds like I’m bigging up something off a brothel’s menu when in fact it’s just something off a Chinatown menu. Like springrolls except nicer.
Er – let me keep thinking.
The beaches are pretty dirty.
When buying alcohol in a supermarket you are made to feel like you are buying hard core porn.
The Fashion. I just can’t. Go. There.
This list lacks lustre. I turn to John, ‘I’m writing a list of reasons for and against living in Malaysia. What are your thoughts?’
He pulls a face. ‘There’s only one reason we can’t live here as far as I’m concerned. It’s not Bali.’