Rich and I have become so enamoured with Asia over the years that we now feel like we're coming home every time we get back here.
So after a long delay at what might be the world's worst airport, a terrifying drive through the kind of rain that is particular to this region, and Richard crushing a frog under his flip flop, we found ourselves warm and clammy from the rain, at a deserted beach bar in a quiet corner of Langkawi, swigging a couple of Tigers and grinning at each other like loons.
Ah... to be home.