just, uh, kidding?
in other news, fortuitous circumstances have yielded an upgrade to business class on my flight back to London. hot.
what I'll miss about KL is real rain - the blitzkrieg, the sort that bleeds in torrents from those big-bellied grey clouds and punches into the land, and floods and floods. I drove through this last week, and in the safety of my car, hemmed in on all sides by this elemental warzone, I felt as cavemen must have when they ducked into the undergrowth or the rock shelter. we might defy nature from time to time, but awe should keep us humble. a cave might cave in; a car, foraying into calf-deep waterlogged roads, might sputter to a graceless stop; and nature will have its way with us, one way or another.
malaysian thunderstorms keep me humble. when I'm in England, the protracted and pathetic dribble that passes for rain over there convinces me I'm invincible. a topographical factor of the imperialist mentality, I'm sure.