Lucy, I'm home!

I started packing my suitcase around 5 PM. Done by 6, I showered and changed. By the time I went downstairs, I was sweating again. It was a very warm and humid day. I dampened my towel, and wiped down, but immediately, I am sweating again.
By the time I arrived at the Penang airport, I seek and found an air-conditioning vent, and stood underneath it for the longest time to cool off. Seng said it was because I was nervous about the trip, plus running up and down to fill up the suitcase caused me to sweat.

The flight from Penang took an hour. Something strange here. I thought it only take 30 minutes. Presently, we arrived at KLIA, the KL International Airport.

The airport is beautiful, if underutilized. I have to take a train to the next terminal. Right before the train terminal, there was a Old Town White Coffee shop. I was very tempted to go in and have a coffee, and maybe grab a last curry mee, but I did otherwise. I took the train to the next terminal, went through the Immigration checkpoint, and of course, from there, there is no going back. The new terminal has all kinds of food stalls, but no white coffee. Bad decision.

Even at the new terminal, it is still very warm. I fanned myself with my detective magazine to keep cool.

The flight MH002 left KL around midnight. The trip to London took 13 hours. I was up most of the time, watching TV and alternatively dozing off.

At London Heathrow, I wiped myself down and changed into a new shirt, then Horrors! my pants zipper broke. I noticed that as I was rushing to the transport that will carry me to the next terminal. Flanked by people all around me, I have no way, and no privacy to correct the problem, so I have to stand there with my fly open and tried very hard to cover up myself, you know, the look at the ceiling and whistle thing. As soon as we got out of the transport, I found the nearest bathroom, and pinned the fly close with a safety pin. It sort of look okay after that. The moral of the story is: always carry a few safety pins with you when you travel.

The flight from London to Boston took 6 hours. I arrived at Boston around 2 PM, but the luggage did not come out for half an hour, so coupled with the car accident at Granite Street, it was 4:30PM by the time I got home.

Paula had a "Welcome Home!" sign up for me at the door. She had bought some Chinese food for me: wanton soup, chicken curry with rice. I ate some for dinner. It is good to be home.