Malaysia Day Eight: Fly Home

Have you ever watched a fly clean itself? I mean really watched it? They go nuts! Their front legs whip up a storm rubbing the head, the eyes, each other – and it all happens so fast. Then they start with the back legs, that’s when the real show begins. Rub the legs! Rub the body! Rub the wings! Faster, clean faster! Well, alright, maybe you needed to be there; which is more than I can say for my stowaway friend Mr CleanFly here.

I should probably have let someone know that there’s a fly on board, that we risk contaminating our pristine island nation, but the flight attendants seem preoccupied with selling me duty-free scotch.
“We have 18 year old Chivas Regal Blended Scotch available on board,” they remind us over the PA. “And one litre Glenfiddich Single Malt for only 126 Ringgits. Or AUD $42. We also accept US dollars. And other major currencies…” I’ll bet you do, AirAsia.

It was an early start this morning. Our airport transfer was scheduled at a leisurely 7:30 am from the hotel, which would have allowed us ample time to check-in at the airport and the rest. Unfortunately there was a last minute shuffle which saw our transfer time change to 6:45 am instead – which only left us with enough time for one plate from the breakfast buffet. This day was doomed from the beginning.

I decided to give the fly the benefit of the doubt. He’s been cleaning himself this whole time – in fact he’s so clean that he’s squeaking louder than whatever that important looking piece of equipment under the wing is. Just as long as he’s not sitting on my shoulder as I go through customs.