Stories of KK

I suggested Bali. KK said, “Huh it’s a terrorist hotspot.” I suppose that rules out the whole of Indonesia. I've tried Philippines in the past, he's ruled that out too. I try to think of a nice, safe, familiar, nearby spot we can venture to for a budget June do. “Penang?” I hazard hopefully. “OK,” he says. I’ve been with the kids at least twice. Both times, KK never went. He’s only been to Penang once, when he was very young. We're there six days, two nights at Georgetown, three at Batu Ferringhi. We flew. Post-trip, I get everyone to write down their fave moments, fave foods and dislikes. KK’s fave spot: Penang Hill. I’ve always liked Penang Hill, and decided to bring everyone back again. The ride up the mountain in the fast funicular, the emergence into air which feels a degree or two cooler than the blistering heat below, the trees, the chill-out vibe. * The funicular I’ve noticed that KK just likes going up, up, up. Every place we go, if there’s a chance to ascend, he g