I grew up as the child of a military pilot. From the age of 3 through to the age of 7 we lived outside the UK. Dad trained pilots for other airforces on different aircraft so we followed him from location to location. Always on safe military bases and during a period when things were probably not as complex in retrospect.
We moved roughly every six months and "acclimatisation" training was the first event. We (a group of pilots/families providing the training) were provided training on the local manners and customs. I found this wonderful and it gave me a perspective on being the odd one out in a local culture.
I think the people of Malaysia to be incredible, so gentle and generous that it left me interested in the region for the rest of my life. Travel broadens the mind, if you are introduced to it correctly.
