Where the sun don't stop shining

I could kiss every palm oil tree that flanks the highway back from KLIA!

It's good to be home. Where the teh tarik is schweet, the banana leaves green, the air hazy, the police corrupt and where most motorists seem intent on meeting their maker before their appointed time. I don't know why I ever left this place. I'll probably remember after 2 weeks when I'm fed up with the weather and just want to hide in an air conditioned space.

Anyway, call me, email me, write me. I don't care where in the world you are.