Hello Kitty backpack
Citrus and I head to the airport early tomorrow morning for a very short father-daughter trek. We are flying one hour north of Singapore to Kuala Lumpur.
Elysia just wrapped up four days of work in Malaysia so we will meet up with her in the capital for an extended weekend vacation. No real plans other than to explore the city. I borrowed a book of walking tours from our local library and hopefully Elysia will feel up to it.
She sprained her ankle the previous week in Bangkok. You know, parachuting out of an airplane as part of a joint operations exercise with the Royal Thai Navy. Either that or she missed a step when boarding a shuttle van. She leads a life of mystery and adventure.
My daughter and I are packing light, carrying only her new Hello Kitty roller backpack for our clothes and my camera bag. As always, traveling with Citrus means that it is much easier to have casual conversations with people we meet along the way. Everyone loves to chat with her, and they put up with me.
After all, imagine me without my daughter. A 41-year-old white male trekking around Southeast Asia wearing a Hello Kitty backpack. Not a pretty picture.
We will be back in Singapore on Sunday and, for the first time in several weeks, Elysia will not be going to another country for work. After all, in the last five weeks she visited Brunei, the Philippines, Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia.
That is enough travel for work. We leave at the end of next week for a 10-day trip to Vietnam.
