Feels like home...

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After Paul had left for Amsterdam on Thursday night it was my turn to go on Friday. Isaac dropped me off in the morning at KLCC (the enormous upscale shopping mall underneath the Petronas Towers) to exchange something from the Royal Selangkor Pewter Company and to do some last day purchases since it's Alexandra's birthday on the 1st April next week.
Had a last night dinner with Isaac at a Szechuan restaurant (the Chinese province of Szechuan actually means four rivers according to the characters 四川 ) with some good spicy fare.
There is something very relaxing about a last day somewhere with the flight not untill midnight and you've got nothing planned except packing and having a G&T before heading off.
To go from KL to the Airport is really simple with the KLIA express (every 15 minutes and takes half an hour). One warning do not check-in at the city terminal there if you're flying Malaysia Airlines because the staff there will charge you for every kilo overweight that you have (they get a bonus for it!!). It's one way way of making a profit on cheapo tickets but it will definitely alienate passengers.
Was very lucky with my seat on this full flight...a whole row of 4 seats to my self so stretched out and slept the whole 6 hours.
The funny thing is that coming back to Nagasaki feels a bit like coming home. I think it's the familiarity of the surroundings more than anything else. After the train ride from Fukuoka, Alex picked me up at the station to catch up on the latest going on and the local gossip over a cup of coffee.