And it has been a long way.
We first start with one hour drive to KLIA, Kuala Lumpur International Airport,
Wait there for about 2 hours.
Seven hours flight from KL to Dubai, I took a sleeping pill, something I never have, and felt asleep straight away, I even didn't finish my dinner.
We reach Dubai in the middle of the night, we have to stay there for 4 hours at the transit airport, last trip we discovered a nice quiet restaurant, far from the hustle bustle of the airport, when we arrive, the place is almost empty, we have deep confortable armchairs for ourselves, the waiter is nice and helpful, Malaysian time is 7 am, we order a big breakfast but it is still early morning in Dubai, so we have a coffee waiting for breakfast time. Meanwhile people arrive at the restaurant they are eyeing our place, they want us to leave to take our cosy chairs, but we don't move a bit, and we're the first customers to get their breakfast.
Back in the plane, it is another 7 hours flight to Paris, I am not tired, and watch 2 movies, The Jane Austin book club as I have discoverd Jane Austin a few monthes ago only, and I loved the movie, then I choose a classic one, Chicago, played by Rene Zewelger, Katherine Zeta Jones, the
delicious Queen Latifa and the handsome Richard Gere, I spend a marvellous time with them all.
Once in Paris, we walk to the TGV station, and wait again for 3 hours, the cafe is not so nice as in Dubai, tiredness is starting to show, I've got to pay to pee, I scold the poor Morrocan guy in charge, it's fun to understand all the conversation around, even when I don't listen, everybody speak French in this country.
And now it is 3 more hours in the train, first class is better, we sleep a little.
My mum is waiting for us at Angoulême station, and again one more hour drive to our small town.
At home Mr Garden switch the central heater on, it's cold, we're tired, mum has prepared a nice dinner for us, when we go to bed it is 4am in Kuala Lumpur, we have been on the move all the time, in France it is 10pm.