Millie had been looking forward to this waterpark for the last couple of days, since we told her it was home to the longest waterslide in the world. The sign at the entrance to the water park said that all adults should act like kids, and we did our best for the whole day.

We arrived at about 11 and it was dead. It felt like we were the only ones there for the first few hours. Nick is feeling better but wanted to avoid the sun, so he rested in the shade and Millie and I rode every slide that she was tall enough for. She went down some very tall and steep ones—even I found them scary—and loved every second. Our little dare devil.

This waterpark is also home to the world’s largest tipping bucket. Who knew?

We rode the lazy river a bunch of times and went down the slides a bunch of times. We swam in the pool and she practiced her new skill of doing somersaults underwater.

I wore my not-conservative bathing suit while everyone around us had the most conservative swimwear I’ve ever seen. Even the men had full-body coverage suits. It was just me and a random Russian grandmother in our little bikinis.

Nick joined us on the longest waterslide in the world. It started up so high that we had to take a chairlift through a jungle to get to the top.

We rode down together in a 3 person tube. It took over 5 minutes to slide down to the bottom.

Millie and Nick spent a good hour on this inflatable obstacle course. He would run across it with such confidence and wipe out every time. It felt like watching one of those Japanese game shows where people just get demolished.

We stayed playing at the park until closing time at 6. If the mission was acting like children, mission:accomplished.

We called a Grab to take us back to town for dinner. All three of us slept the whole way, zonked out in the back seat. I woke up shortly before our driver dropped us off at New World Park, a large food park.

Millie was still waking up from the ride so she snuggled with Nick while I ran around ordering things for us. I wanted to taste some of Malaysia’s famous dishes. I got Nasi Lemak (rice with sambal, anchovies, and peanuts), Assam Laksa (fishy noodle soup), Hokkien Mee (thick noodles with a rich sauce), and Hainanese Chicken (something Millie would eat).

I have read that Malaysia has some of the best food in Asia, but I didn’t love these dishes. Maybe we just ordered wrong or from the wrong places. Maybe it is because they use dried fish as a flavoring and Nick compared it to the smell of turtle food, which tainted everything. It’s hard to imagine how anything can beat Thai food, with its perfect balance of tangy and sweet and spicy.

We walked home from the market and attempted an earlyish night. Millie kept coming out of her bedroom because she was “scared of jail”. Between the visits to various historical prisons and dungeons, and mentions of it in movies and books, she has a new morbid obsession (and fear) of jails. Jails and skeletons literally keep her up at night. What have we done?