I slept about 4 hours during my full day of travel time from LA to Kuala Lumpur. Surprisingly I still had plenty of energy today. It’s midnight and I’m still wide awake.
When the plane was approaching the runway, the passenger video screen showed a map of the earth and our very far from home location. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach and dealt with irrational thoughts like “why am I here?” and “what did I just do?” I get that feeling everytime I go somewhere far from home. It usually only lasts a day or so. After forgetting to look for toilet paper until it was too late and fending off vendors at the night market, the Asian culture shock has aleady started to fade. I’m only here until Sunday, so there’s lots to see in the next four days. And now I’m tired.
Feb 08
