Weekend Away

It was a little indulgent, but seeing as we're mostly peopled by expatriates at work (foreign talent?), the weddings of our colleagues have always been on foreign soil.

This time, it took us to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Arriving at the airport, we immediately sought out food and our daily caffeine fix. Teh tarik, satu! Kopi-c kosong, dua!

Next - Penang Hae Mee!

Satisfied, we made our way at a leisurely pace to our hotel, checked in, relieved ourselves of our meagre luggage contents, and headed straight down to the hotel cafe for more food.
After a brief nap, and a flurry of brushes slapping on our war paint, we were ready to rock and roll! There was no sharksfin soup, no wedding ceremony against the backdrop of a sunset on the beach, not even fireworks. But we all had a blooming good time, and nobody was complaining about scuffing their stilettoes on the gaps in the boardwalk, sun in their eyes, wind whipping hair out of shape, makeup melting in the late afternoon sun, suffocating in the marquee waiting for dinner to end...We all had a good time celebrating the union of the newly-weds, and that was the most important thing afterall!