Waiting in the lounge the kids run around, Woody tries to lick the glass barriers, Cooper drinks some guava juice and Pepper runs circles around the waiting crowds.
A lone buddist monk sits in a partitioned area, on a wooden seat, in the quite while my family makes so much noise outside. I feel its better to be energetic off the plane than on it.
Along with the lone monk we board the plane first. Because we have a baby and a wheelchair we get to go on first which is a real help as we juggle the folding of prams and wheelchairs as Cooper sits on his knees on the tarmac.
I look at the monk and hope he does not have to sit next to my kids!
He is sitting in row 2, I look at my ticket with Woody, row 2.
I apologise for the fact he will have to endure close to three hours with me, a baby and my children in the next row.
I learnt so much during that flight about the lifestyle of this particular monk who had been away from his home country for 20 years. We spoke about childhood, children, playing and technology and how monasteries are changing as he promotes his faith via youtube.
Over the next few days we swam and ate and played.
Our hotel pool.
Indoor archery at Times Square.
Kuala Lumpur is such a great place for families to visit, in my next post I will share some more of what we discovered.