When you first come to Malaysia, as a very little girl, you see the roads and vast stretches of palm trees with the forest in the distance. There will always be the forest behind and underneath everything. And the mountains.
When you come, there is this deep quiet and sleepy sort of peace, kind of sunsetty and endless. Or maybe the end of the end sort of place. You watch the sunset over the trees, going at 110 km/h through the six lane roads, on a loaded rented four wheeler. Its golden, glorious, universal. For most of us humans anyway. And that will stay with you, even when you are all grown up, that is what you’d picture when you thought of Malaysia, years on.