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<\/a>a clothes line in Taiping<\/i><\/div>\n
a clean flushing seat toilet<\/b> hoorah for modern plumbing! on the first night we got there, our hotel room’s toilets weren’t in working order – they didn’t flush. at that point, after travelling all day, i didn’t care but later in the trip a flushing toilet seemed to be like a fictional beast that you only hear about in passed down stories from your grandparents.<\/p>\n
carpet<\/b> i never thought i would miss it, but when we got back i couldn’t stop touching it \ud83d\ude1b ok, that sounds dirty<\/p>\n
alone time<\/b> sure, it’s a holiday and you have to see your relatives and all that – but Regan and i didn’t have any alone time – not even on our anniversary \ud83d\ude1b plus, i like doing things on my own in Sydney, it was weird to have someone following me everywhere (dad, Regan, one of the millions of cousins, one of the thousands of aunties, the salespeople at every shop, a bathroom attendant, hawkers). our 2nd wedding anniversary was spent in a car full of people travelling from places all day – before we left for the trip we knew we wouldn’t have time together anyway but it would of been nice … <\/p>\n
‘tracey you must eat something’<\/b> one thing i hate the most on any regular normal day, is people telling me i don’t eat enough and then rolling their eyes at me when i say i’m fine. eating with relatives was a total nightmare in malaysia. i tend to eat smaller meals than my family, and i think i know when i’m full better than anyone else but according to them, i’m a freak because i don’t eat 10 bowls of rice or noodles or something else weird every 4 hours. <\/p>\n
Regan could tell it was pretty full on for me and came to my rescue by eating my share, which i think, lead to his own stomach problems on the trip. coincedentally, we’re both down to our lowest weights ever (unintentionally. we don’t own a scale and don’t seek out one). i think i’m down to 49kgs now, Regan’s about 55kgs – which gives us another excuse for that second pizza we tend to order. <\/p>\n
being sick while travelling sucks<\/b> i was feeling ‘off’ a week or so before we left for the trip, was REALLY sick while we were there, and i’m still not feeling the best today. i won’t detail it – but in KL, i was probably feeling the worst i had ever been in about 15 years. i thought my dad and Regan didn’t know where i was (i had to quickly stagger to the nearest bathroom on my own) and was going to have to live in the smelly bathroom from now on. we had a 3 hr drive back up to Taiping that day too, and i was concerned with ruining my uncle’s van. <\/p>\n