Malaysian Toilet Stop

Any pre-departure feelings of apprehension, anticipation or even excitement are all but extinguished 2 hours in to our 10 hour stopover in KL Airport. The enclosed tropical rainforest (all 25 square metres of it) provided surprisingly refreshing relief from the humidity that has enslaved us since stepping out of the boarding tube. The seed of cynicism in these first two sentences has been planted and fertilised by my delightful travel partner Lauren- who, in a protest against this sarcastic decoration I've pinned to her, has decided to offer two gems of "positivity": 1. The lighting in this part of the airport is very good for working conditions (but, as though to reassure me of her self-admitted critical nature, she points out that we're both hopeless individuals capable of doing any work at this time); and 2. The floors are so well polished and reflective as to offer an opportune window into the private life of any girl unfortunate enough to be wearing a skirt as she walks past us. So as we drift off, settled beneath the galaxies of fluorescent lights above, sharing experiences of Malaysian Airport bathrooms (hoses to accompany each toilet!), I wish to assure any reader that I am in fact enjoying myself and plan to continue doing so, despite this default mock of the situation.