UncategorizedLove the Layover
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In September alone, I spent a total of 26 hours in airport lounges, food halls and on cold tile floors. Layovers are the worst. Even more so when they are that awkward 5 to 10 hour gap between flights when a hotel room can’t be justified.
My advice on it? Leave the airport vending machines behind, and take a tuk-tuk wherever you can.
On an over nighter at KUL 2, Surf Simply coach Asher and I took the fast train into Kuala Lumpur central station and wandered almost lost between the towering glass
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On the tail end of the Surf Simply Indonesia trip, I had layovers in Padang, Kuala Lumpur and Tokyo. Through heavy eyes and the coffee shakes, I took the initiative to store my bags and head out with a camera in each of these cities, hoping to look past the McDonald chains and smoking lounges of international travel, and add value to an otherwise valueless part of flying.