July 24th, 1989
Flight from AUH – KUL
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Flight time today was seven hours and even although it’s my first time here, I went straight to bed. Woke up with a start when I heard a knock on my door. I stumbled out of bed and peered through the peephole.
“I don’t believe it,” I said, opening the door to Carl.
“Hello darling,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Looks like I woke you up.”
I laughed. “Do I look that bad?”
“Nah,” he chuckled.
“How long are you here for?” I asked.
“What a shame. Back to Abu Dhabi?”
“Yup, back to the desert heat.”
“It’s outrageous isn’t it? I’m happy to be away from it, if only for a few days. Have you had a good time?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, you’ll like it here.”
“Do you know Kimberly’s here too?”
“I saw her name on the list, but I came to see you first.”
I smiled. “Aw, that was nice of you. Let’s get tea and toast and room service then we’ll go and wake her up.”
Tonight was spent in Chinatown, sitting outside eating the most incredible food with most of our crew. The air here feels refreshing and very different to the oppressiveness of Abu Dhabi. The streets are crowded and I commented to Kimberly that I feel very tall!
As young as they are, I don’t think our crew is my (or Kimberly’s) cup of tea, so after dinner the two of us excused ourselves and went for a walk. As usual, the conversation turned to love and relationships and I told Kimberly about everything that happened in the South of France recently. She had a few choice words for Ben, after which we got onto the topic of Mr. LA again.
“I wonder if he’ll get in touch with you,” she said, wistfully.
“I doubt it,” I said, catching her eye. “But you never know.”