One of the things that will live forever in my head, when it comes to Kuala Lumpur, is our farewell at the airport. The car drew up and a smart, white-jacketed young man was waiting to meet us. He handled the luggage, ceremoniously paraded us to the check-in desk, and made sure we went to the right line.
Once our luggage was checked in, he began a small hymn to Malaysia and its glories. Had we found our stay comfortable?
“Very comfortable,” I said. Sensing that this was not enough, in the silence that followed, I added, “Extremely comfortable. In fact, that was one of the most comfortable stays I think I’ve ever had anywhere, don’t you agree, Peter?”
“I can’t think,” said Peter, “of when I have been more comfortable. The five items of laundry a day was a particularly nice touch.”