Getting home was a 24-hour affair. We were exhausted to begin with, and then with ridiculous layovers and delays, by the time we got home we were pretty much zombies. Click through to see the bigger versions of any of the photos.

KLIA is a gorgeous airport, even through tired eyes.

Even the fast food restaurants are fashionable.

At the end of November, there were beautiful decorations everywhere.

Then life becomes a blur of airports for a while.

Such a wonderful sight.

Delays, delays, and more delays.

There is nothing in the world like a Turkish sunset.

Thus ends an exhilarating and eventful thirteen days.

Closeted laundry is the worst:

Day eleven was our big day out in Kuala Lumpur. We were in KL primarily to chill with friends rather than for sightseeing; nonetheless we did want to have one day where we went around and looked at things. We certainly were not disappointed.

As usual, click through to see the bigger versions of any of the photos.

First stop: beef noodles for brunch.

Second stop: Central Market.

Not really sure what makes a square scarf “Turkish,” but the scarves were pretty anyway.

Red patent leather corset.

Packing into the old-fashioned elevator at the Central Market Annexe.

A mind-blowing exhibition by Chang Yoong Chia.

As in Turkey, dilapidation and opulence in Kuala Lumpur are neighbours.

A female photographer always attracts attention, but two? Look out.

I love the mix of cultures in KL.

Ah, there’s the money shot.

We made a last-minute detour to the Batu Caves.

272 steps in all.

Those who climb the steps are rewarded with beauty.

Late dinner at Fat One Steamboat was beyond excellent.

Vegetarians need not apply.

Final episode tomorrow!