seven hundred & twenty minutes

A sleepless night.
A rackety train.
A nine hour wait.
Two speedy tuktuk rides through dusty and polluted roads.
A five hour wait.
A packed plane.
An airport, so futuristic and white, it was like walking through a paper model.
Malaysian food and barley milk drinks and tea.
A six hour nap on the airport floor.
Five hours in a lounge, feeling like important people.

Our twelve hours in Malaysia was a little surreal, sleep deprivation was part of the reason, as well as the getting spoiled in lounges and the architecture that, even in reality, resembled a rendering.