Malaysia has finally sent us into a malaise. The guidebook is thrown away. My aspirations for excursions has dwindled to almost zero. I only want to stare out at the grazing water buffalo and the movement of the constant surf of the South China Sea. They have playgrounds without park benches, swimming pools without poolside chairs, and a golf course so overgrown you need to geo cache the holes. Today, we went swimming in the morning. the swimming pool is a short 5 minute bike ride and from the pool you can see the ocean waves and sandy shore through the beach trees. Sounds idyllic, but not. Something is missing, or something is added and contentedness is a difficult treasure to find here. Viena and Ezra wanted to play tag around the playground, but I had to explain to them that these playground sets are not built for a 80 kg American to be bounding around – barely supports their weights. Viena and Ezra have been loving their bikes. I only worry that they become so confident that they try to race or do as Viena did today – “Dad, I can ride with no hands!” not in Malaysia. Save those antics for when we are back stateside. I tried riding Viena’s bike and the bike is so lopsided. I hope that bike can last 10 more days. The waves are calming to watch from our closed bedroom window. As soon as I finish writing this entry, I hear a little boy crying for help. I pole vaulted out of bed and looked out the window and see an overturned bike near a palm frond and Ezra limping holding his arm. My Malaise shaken for this moment.
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