We returned from our short holiday last night, and not until I stepped foot in busy, chaotic Phnom Penh did I fully appreciate the air of calm and peace that has enveloped me the past week, a tranquility that has stayed despite the rather hurried travel schedule. There was a lot of movement on this trip. It went something like this:
-Flight from Phnom Penh to Kuala Lumpur (Peninsular Malaysia)
-Flight from Kuala Lumpur to Brunei Darrusalam on the island of Borneo
-Ferry to the island of Labuan
-Ferry to Kota Kinabalu (Malaysian Borneo)
Strangely enough, and I forgot that this tends to be the case with me, the constant movement and exploration just feels right. It puts me at ease and there are a few things that feel more natural to me.
There were, of course, many quiet, still moments, many of which were spent sampling local cuisine, staring at the lapping waves of the South China Sea or the encroaching mist on Mt. Kinabalu.