So yes, nothing is done quickly here in Malaysia. I guess the heat slows you down a bit, but I also think the Malaysians have a different view on life than lets say us Swedes. If I wait for the bus back home, I get really surprised if it doesn’t arrive on time. Here, you just go to the bus stop and wait. And wait some more. If you’re lucky the bus will come after ten minutes, if not, you wait. And sometimes you give up and take the first taxi that drives by. Or you go home.
I know I wrote that life in the slow lane is pretty nice but sometimes I feel very irritated and pissed off when things don’t happen as fast as I want them to. It took us three visits to the bank to get money from our account. Back home, I would’ve been so mad and stressed and…
The thing is, their machine was broken and they didn’t want to tell us because they were ashamed. Ashamed that they could not help us. So they called in a technician that worked all night and then they called us the next day and very nicely asked us to please come back one more time. All that irritation and annoyance I had felt just melted away.
So I guess I still have some ways to go before I am really and truly living in the slow lane. I still feel the need to rush ahead sometime but I guess that is normal after living for so long in a country where time is money. Here, time is just time and time is man made, something we constructed to divide the endless flow of light and dark. What we do with our time is up to us.
Hello dear reader, and sorry about not posting anything for some time. We haven’t got around to getting internet in the house and this is my first visit to the small, but crowded, internet cafe in our village. A week without internet has taught me one thing; I waste soooo much time on doing nothing really important out there in cyberspace. The “I’ll just have a quick look on Facebook” always end up being not a few minutes but an hour. And browsing around is dangerous, I start reading something, click on a link and whoops, there goes an hour. Or two, or three…
So what do you do without internet you might ask. Well, I have finished one book, started another. I have played with my children, I have eaten so much good food , I have talked to my husband, I have sat outside and watched the sun move over the clear blue sky. I have felt my pulse slow down and my heart grow lighter.
I am adjusting to life in the slow lane, and it feels wonderful.
One of the things I love about Malaysia is that almost everybody speaks English. It is a special variation of the language, shaped and formed under the rule of the British and all the years that have followed after the country became independent. Sometimes they don’t get it completely right but you get the meaning of what they want to convey. Like the sign in KLCC Park.
Close, closed… Same same but different.
When we bought our tickets early in May the actual trip felt so far away. And all of a sudden we packed our bags, got our passports and left cold Sweden for warm Malaysia.
This is the view we woke up to this morning. So worth the long, awful hours on the plane.
Sorry about the bad photo, took it from our room with the tablet. It is really warm here, and humid. Lovely!
The hotel is nice, the staff supernice and great with the children. And the breakfast, I who normally highly dislike breakfast ate a lot. Fresh fruit, roti canai, vegetable curry…. Yum, yum. And lunch, oh man. Dinner was even better. Tomorrow I will try to remember to take photos.