As Hell And Heaven

Alright, as some of you know, the trip back from Australia to Malaysia wasn’t the most enjoyable thing in the world. As Cléa so eloquently sums it up, “it sounds like a flight from hell!”.

In between Australia’s strict customs laws which caused me to lose a couple of things I brought back on Mel’s behalf and the kids which decided to surround the front half of the seats around me resulting in the lack of sleep which I wanted to catch up on the plane; there was also the fact that both planes from Wagga to Sydney and from Sydney to Malaysia were delayed enough that I was starting to wonder whether I was ever going to get home.

But get home I did, from the dry cool heat of Australia’s summer breeze, into the tropical humidity I’m not accustomed to anymore. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I were not sick at the same time, but I’m never that lucky. I now relate Malaysia to a 24 hour sauna, except that clothing is a mandatory affair. If only I could go out in only a towel, but I know it’s still a war crime for me to show any more skin than usual.

Yet, despite me complaining about all this, not all is bad. I know I’m a great deal closer to Mel than I was when I was in Australia. I know that if I want to see her, I can just up and visit her when I want to and vice versa. I know that come Christmas, all this sauna weather will have paid off as I am relaxing in my hometown which just happens to be located on an island with beaches…with Mel. I know that despite all the work and crap that I have to put up with to be here, it is going to be worth every minute of it.

I can’t not have fun.

And maybe after all that I’ve been through for the past year, that’s the best thing that could happen to a dreary pessimist like me.

4 thoughts on “As Hell And Heaven

  1. The humidity was also what I complained about the most upon my return from the United States, where I stayed for 4 months. I kept saying that it was very humid, until my boyfriend reminded me that I grew up with such humidity for 27 years! LOL.

  2. Pelf: 4 months? Imagine after 4 years of being used to dry heat. Even if it can reach 45 degrees, it’s still dry so it isn’t so bad. Not even knowing I grew up in this weather can make me change the fact I’m so not used to it already.

    Cléa: Not until I have my Martini or Pina Colada in hand will I officially begin my vacation. At least I am expecting that in my hand. A guy’s got to have some aspirations. 🙂

  3. I’m from Europe and I am used to dry weather. I was in Vietnam last year, and I stayed there for 2 months. The humidity was something I have never experienced before. It was hot all the time, whether it was 1pm or 4am. The first two weeks were the worst, since the humidity made me so tired so I had to sleep from 2 to 6 hours during the day. I won’t forget Vietnam, no sir.

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