I got a rough sleep on Sunday night meaning I wasn't exactly primed for the long journey to here in Malaysia. I spent my last hours in Varanasi talking to a nervous Australian traveller about Varanasi before taking an uber to the airport. Weirdly I brought a book about Mossad. Anyway, the airport was small and quite crowded but overall quite efficient. I flew Vistara, which is Singapore Airlines's Indian son, sat in a row with a couple of Italian nervous flyers...