I am intrigued by Abu Dhabi because Garfield always talks about sending Nermal there. I like the sound of Timbuktu because they sing about it in “Oliver!” So the first time I wanted to go to Kuala Lumpur was after listening to this exchange in “A Very Brady Sequel:”
Carol: “You look so different.”
Roy: “An elephant stepped on my face in Kuala Lumpur. The doctors did all they could, but I’m afraid you must find me hideous.”
Carol: “Hideous? No. But you’re taller than I remember. And your voice has changed.”
Mike: “Really? Is that true, Roy?”
Roy: “They put me on the rack—that stretched me about half a foot—but hey, it was a small price to pay to save a colony of nuns.”
Peter: “Wow!” Anyway, that is not what took me there recently. I’d been trying to coordinate a port call with a stopover to visit a university friend of mine who lives there. After a year of attempts, our schedules finally aligned! My plane touched down into endless fields of palms stretching in all directions. The first building I saw outside the airport was a massive blue-domed mosque. So close to Singapore and Thailand, but still a world away.