Hmm - jet lag?

It's 4 in the morning for my third day in a row and I am awake. The Kuala Lumpur stop over was meant to be a nice respite from the long haul flight, but still recovering from a sick night on our last night in Portugal, we haven't managed to get out and do much.

On day 3 we got desperate and took the bus tour around the city just so we could get out, then had a better afternoon swimming and relaxing by the pool. Took ourselves out to Chinatown for the evening, and this may have been Heathers undoing as she became horribly sick a couple of hours into the next flight - KL to Melbourne, and was still chucking as we gathered our bags once on the ground. It was a grim arrival as we departed the plane with me grabbing spare vomit bags to get Heather safely through the immigration and luggage process. 

Somebody went out in the mid day sun without a hat.