MALAYSIA, DAY ONE: CALL ME ISMAIL OR LEX

A slightly fraught flight from Chiang Mai meant the good people in Bangkok Airport were treated to the unlikely sight of me sprinting through the terminal to make my connection to Kuala Lumpur, all the time making audible and imaginative threats to the gods of travel. But, make it I did and, a few hours later, I was safe and sound in my guesthouse in the slightly dubious environs of KL’s Puduraya Bus station. A few weeks ago, I received a comment on the blog to my post abo

Read this article...