What's the good of taking a million photos if you can't rehash them a few years later? On my very first international trip, we had a layover in Kuala Lumpur. We were put up in a gorgeous hotel for the day and while I was more groggy than I'd ever been in my life, something about the gorgeous palms and the spectacular buffet left a mark on me. I knew I wanted to see more (than just the hotel? Bizarre!!)
Five years later, I managed to convince the girls who were on the same side of the world as me that Malaysia was the place to be, so we went for a week and I was not disappointed. KL was clean, friendly and incredibly multicultural. I got lost walking about on a sleepy morning and felt comfortable in my surroundings, both due to the kind people and the great transit system (oh and the petronas towers which are a pretty obvious point of orientation). It was there that I got my first real experience of the backpackers' hostel and where I fell in love with the beauty of tea. Malaysia still stands out in my mind as a magical place and I would love to go back and explore more of the country.