Katrinka and I left our usual Kuala Lumpur haunt, the school where we spent three nights - little kids, messes, small cozy room for us and our stuff - pull down the mattress leaning against the wall to sleep, in a house - said goodbye to our hostess and some parents and kids and headed off in a taxi through massive traffic and infrastructure to the nearby for KL (only thirty minutes) golf club where we're sitting on an outside porch overlooking fairways and trees, dark clouds with brightness breaking through before sunset. A lone building rises above the treeline in the distance. Not the KL scene we're used to. Waiting for Yip Lai Mun, our new hostess, to arrive.
