I landed in Kuala Lumpur around 6:30am, breezed through security, bought a ticket for the train into town, and went to wait for my bag. This is easy, I thought. My backpack, which I had tucked into a duffle-type pack cover for the flight, came off the belt quickly and in good condition. What a breeze! I had decided to stay in a nicer hotel upon landing since I would be tired from the flight, so I had the brilliant idea to stash my carry-on into the duffle with my backpack. This way I wouldn’t have to waltz into the nice hotel looking like a total refuge (although my attire might have inspired the thought regardless.)
Unfortunately, in a few moments of weakness before leaving for the airport, I packed a few “extras” into my carry-on. Now with this extra weight, the body-bag of a duffle became downright unwieldy. I could just about hoist the overburdened bag over my one shoulder and then could barely walk, prompting an airport attendant to suggest a luggage cart. But my theory is that pushing something on a cart that I will eventually have to carry on a train is pointless. I got more than a few funny stares, as I am sure I looked about as comfortable as a midget carrying an angry donkey on his back.
As I crashed into the first seat on the train, it became clear that I would have to reveal my secret backpacker identity sooner than expected. I peeled off the duffle and began stuffing everything into this giant green sausage of a backpack, filling it nearly to capacity. Now I could actually carry everything without looking like a drunken sailor, but it would not be a picnic. I am sure I will soon jettison many items that I don’t really need. Lesson learned the hard way.
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