The realization that Arlo had grown during our travels this summer hit me as we made are way through the airport in Malaysia. No longer does he need help carrying his pack through airports, he breezes through security check points, he hops off the night train at 4:30 am without a word, he can hike for 6 hours through the mountains of Sapa, make friends with the Hmong street girls under the late-night full moon. He has jumped 15 feet from a Junk boat in Ha long bay. He can navigate busy subways and even rode the Shrek coaster with his hands up high at Universal Studio Singapore.
Eastside Curry 