Malaysia now. Been following the fam around on the Chinese New Year visitation rounds, wrangling my cousin's young children, and trying to catch up on all my missing sleep.
It's hot and humid out, and the abundant greenery is being regularly pelted with tropical rain. When I first stepped off the plane, it was like stepping back in time. Leaving the canned air on the plane for Sarawak's wet night air reminded me of late flights into Nigeria as a child. And my cousins' cousin's house, where we went for fireworks that night, smelled almost exactly like expat houses in Lagos: plasticky new furniture and aircon battling against the outside heat.
I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise that one tropical environment - and certain human adaptations to it - reminds me of another. There are few other commonalities; Malaysia is a quite different, and considerably more developed, place.
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