For about two weeks after my return, one of the only answers I could give about my trip was that it was hot. It’s the truth, and if you were to look at a map you would notice that Malaysiais approximately two degrees north of the Equator. Humid too: which seemed to stunt. My. Thoughts…and promote a general sense of laziness, especially when required to walk anywhere. It’s surprising how a physical feeling or sensation will be the one that your memory records as having the most significance. Now though, sitting in an air-conditioned office, Malaysia is no longer hot. A more apt definition would be ‘tropically wonderful’.