Where’s our luggage?
We are not backpackers. Backpackers have a backpack. We don’t. Due to delays on the outbound flight and an unwilling airline, our backpacks are still in Istanbul. Or so we like to believe. After all the careful considerations about what to bring and the severe restrictions we imposed upon ourselves: 3 tops, 3 tees, 2 pairs of shorts, 1 pair of long trousers, one dress, 1 cardi, 2 bikinis (case of knowing your priorities), and whatever we were wearing at the moment of departure, we were forced to go shopping in Kuala Lumpur (KL).
Shopping spree
We’re not usually ones to dislike a good shopping spree, however when we have no choice but to go shopping, jetlagged, when the air outside is hot and moist and the aircos freezing, the fun in it is nowhere to be found.
To make things worse, neither our body shapes resemble only the slightest the Asian body shape. So a few body issues the richer and Malaysian Ringgits the poorer, we managed to buy a few outfits.
Needless to say Dagmar and I are now the proud owners of a very similar wardrobe. So if you spot clothes clones on Bondi in a few days, it’s us. We are still waiting for news and hoping our luggage will be retrieved and forwarded to Sydney (in which case I have no idea how we’re going to fit all the clothes in our backpacks…)
Dear readers, if you detect any sarcasm in this post, you are not mistaken. Blame it on the jetlag ;-) All will be fine. We are hoping, now that we are reunited with our third travel buddy at KL airport, that our luck, karma or however you want to name it, will change for the better… :-)
