Taking my mind off it

This weekend had been booked in the diary for quite some time. We had set aside a couple of days to hang out with Stu and his girlfriend somewhere other then Phuket or Singapore.

The opposite of comfort food - Asian breakfast

When he first moved out to Asia Stuart would travel around all the time, but having got weighed down with the responsibilities and financial obligations associated with starting up and running his own business, his freedom levels deteriorated considerably, leaving him traveling nowhere other than home once a year and over to Singapore about as much.

The KL skyline

Now that things are picking up for him on the business front, and having heard about our love of the Hotel Majestic in KL, we quickly decided that we ought to try and fit in a trip before Nick and I head home for a couple of weeks, after which the pace of the year is promising to pick up considerably.

Stuart 'relaxing' with a cut throat razor in action 

Whilst I was less than enthusiastic about the idea of leaving the routine of Singapore where I knew that I could be in contact with home absolutely whenever needed, it turns out that the change really did take my mind off the stress and misery of the week before. The Hotel Majestic is a pretty special place, and if there was one thing that was going to help, it was going somewhere so perfectly colonial that it felt as though I was just down the road from my family. In the middle of dusty, humid Kuala Lumpur it felt like we could have been 20 minutes from home in the heart of the Goodwood Estate.

Buddies

I suppose it turns out that drinks on helipads, afternoon teas and cocktails in our favourite bar really does help your mental state.

            We returned to Singapore in time for a Fathers Day / Mamu’s birthday Skype with home, where we were told that there was still no bit news to share. The wait continues, which means that the struggle continues for my dear, darling Gma too. I want to go home now.