Langkawi part 3 (written on January 5th 2011)

When one is confronted with difficulty at home, there is a series of safeguards that help to support one.. When one is away, those safeguards are further away and for bigger reasons, and if one needs a flight home, or a consular consultation, a hospital or an interpreter, the world is a fairly giving place.

However, when one is away from home, and all familiar safeguards, and is feeling a little tired or tested or, dare I say it, hormonal, one's needs of the safeguard of a hug from another adult become quite a big issue..

I think I might, just today, need a hug..

Mum?

Hormones aside, our holiday is going well. I was watching The Bean on the beach today as he was throwing sand over himself (I'm not throwing it mama, I'm having a sand shower) and I was feeling guilty for feeling a bit flat on holiday and how extremely bourgeois and passé of me. But I got over myself, and guessed I was just craving some adult conversation. Where I didn't need to justify why it was time to eat, or time to go to bed, or time not to throw sand on me..

And I looked around and although we've been here before, and although we've been here this time for about 5 days, I was still surprised by the beauty, even in this touristy part of town, of the idea of tropical paradise.

And I started to thinking that I don't need to justify anything. I don't need to take The Bean on endless tourist destination overseas adventures to prove how ace a mum I am. Especially not while he's little, especially not while he's really hard work.

We can go to a place that we love. That we know. A place where we have made some friends. Where we (read, I) love the food. A place where we can relax. Where we are forced to relax in such a wonderful and idyllic way.

We love Langkawi. Who says we can't come back?

And since when do I do what anyone else says to do anyway?


Thing The Bean has said:
Looking in the mirror, after "cleaning" his teeth (read biting the tooth brush and swallowing whole globs of toothpaste)

TB: Mama, my mouth's all red. But don't worry, it's always all red.