I’m in Kuala Lumpur and I don’t want to travel.
It’s not like me and I feel kind of weird, and maybe a little bit guilty.
You see, I am someone who loves to travel and learn everything I can about the new culture. I want to soak it all up and experience as much as I can, as I know I may not be here again, and I travel to discover.
But, I just can’t make myself get up from beside the pool where the warmth, that I have been craving for so long, wraps me up and relaxes me.
This time, I just want to soak this up.
I know there are markets to explore, foods to eat, temples to marvel at, sky scrapers to climb, and local people to laugh with, but I just can’t rush around for another minute.
I’ve been doing too much of that lately, and this is not the travel adventure to rush, which makes me feel a little more at ease.
I’m really only here because of the Nuffnang Asia Pacific Blog Awards. The big gala dinner celebration is on this evening. We only arrived at 9am after a long day of flying, from the Gold Coast, to Sydney, to Melbourne and then to here.
This was after three days of rush travel on the Goldie, and dealing with a pathetic car whose immobilizer shit itself upon return to Sydney airport.
I have a free day today and the last thing I want to do is haggle to get a bus 40 minutes into the city and deal with its frenetic pace, and then rush back to get ready for dinner, just to say that I “travelled” Kuala Lumpur. I feel like I am wasting a travel opportunity.
I am only here three days. Tomorrow we take a tour of the city and I think that is enough.
Today is just all about me.
I ate an Asian breakfast, which filled me with the rapture a child feels upon entering into a candy store. Noodle soup, fish curry, freshly squeezed juice and green tea.
Not your typical Western fare and something most people would turn their nose up at, “You had what for breakfast?”
Trust me. Live in Asia for any length of time and you’ll understand just why this is a kick start to the day.
Breakfast was followed by a leisurely swim in the pool and then an hour long massage that turned me from twisted lead to transparent light.
It was just what I needed; now I am far too relaxed to do anything else but sit around the pool reading and catching up on work.
Why not leave the work behind you say.
Because I can’t.
Because I love what I do and it won’t leave me alone.