My most boring entry

I promise you: this is it, my most boring entry. We’re underway but have not yet arrived at our destination. So I actually have nothing to tell you, but feel like I must write anyway, as I’ve got a bad case of, “I can’t believe this trip is actually starting, I feel the need to tell people all about it!” So this is that entry. The one where I show you photos of us at the airport and photos of the plane we just flew in. It’s also the one where I recount all the boring details and observations of the thoroughly predictable journey. Things like:

• Like if Malaysia is “truly Asia” where does that leave the rest of Asia? [this likely only makes sense if you’ve every heard Malaysia’s board of tourism ads]
• Why is there a Starbucks, Burger King and Cheers Bar at the Kuala Lumpur airport but not a single place to eat Malaysian food?
• How is it possible that one child, a quarter of my size has enough energy to jump up and down the airplane aisle for 6 hours straight, while I barely have enough energy to be annoyed by it? (And as a corollary to that: if a woman yells at a small child 35K feet in the air, does anyone hear it at sea level?)
• Why are bad movies better on tiny little airplane screens?
• How awesome is Erika for having brought a sleeping pill for me?
  

So that’s it for now, friends. I promise to offer more (more humor, cultural insight, natural beauty … something) in my next entry. From BALI.