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Sometimes, You Just HAVE To Resort To Yoohoo

Or, if you’re in Malaysia, Milo.  At least I think the two are one of the same.  Fake chocolate, faux milk, full of crap drink marketed to kids.  Same, same… right?  Good old nestle has a STRONG hold on Malaysia, so much that on an hour and a half hopper flight, Milo was one of three drink choices.  The first time it was offered, I thought to myself, “well, what’s the harm with this one time, especially when the result of which will ensure a mellow flight?”.  When we reached for one, as an alternative to the Nestle crap ice cream bars offered at our jungle lodge, I began to feel guilty.  When I stashed two boxes of it in my bag on our return flight, I felt remorse.

That’s one aspect of traveling with kids that is a DEFINITE challenge: not giving in to treats and media that you normally wouldn’t allow… all in the name of peace and sanity.

A small trade-off, I suppose.  What their bodies are sacrificing in health, their brains are gaining in rich experiences.  When trips are relatively short (especially in places where healthy alternatives are hard to find), it’s a drop in the bucket.  I do often think about what our landscape would look like were we to take an extended (6 months or longer) trip with the kids.  How do perpetually traveling families do it?  Is there an ice cream bar at the end of EVERY long journey?

This is What Jet Lag Looks Like

A little self deprecating humor never killed anyone, right?  I REALLY want to write something, but my jet lagged brain won’t allow it.  So instead, I’m going to show exhibits A-C, illustrating why.

It’s 10 am.  Day 2.  I feel like I closed a bar down last night.  Except that I very much didn’t.  And I just took the toaster cover off, ready to put the blender container on it.   This is how well I adapt when flying over 16 time zones.  NOT well at all.

This lady needs to slow travel her way around the globe.  Screw 12 hour flights.  It’s only freight ships from here on out.

1) Large pimple below left side of mouth.
2) Glossy eyes (that are quite bloodshot if you get a good view).  Right eye appears much smaller than normal (though, in truth, it’s always a little jacked).
3) Hair – fresh out of river bun, thrown up almost 24 hours ago.  So no, I haven’t showered.  And I’m planning on wearing the same thing I wore yesterday.

Yes, this look pretty clearly defines what my insides feel like.
And finally, EXHIBIT (C):

Just in case EXHIBIT (A) didn’t sufficiently show the size of the pimple.

I’m also trying to write a post about hip hippies, so please do me a favor, and stay tuned.

…until further notice.

Oh, and hey, on a positive note, my website is also jet lagged apparently and has javascript errors (no, I have NO clue what that means) up the whazoo… so you might not even be able to see the EXHIBITS.  Which would really be a shame.