This is still Malaysia

We got the bungalow back.

We were ready to go down with a fight, guns ablazing, making a stand for our rights. All the way to the consumer tribunal. An open letter to the Menteri Besar himself. Getting our bungalow back was, we thought, impossible. But we could raise an almighty racket in pursuit of suitable compensation. Embarrass a few VIPs. Let the people know and all that.

Then we got the bungalow back.

After several indignant phone calls to whom it may concern, it looks like the squeaky wheel really does get the grease. There you go, they said, there's your bungalow. Happy now? Yes, sure. Happy. The irony didn't escape me, of course, although it was dulled by the fact that we had our holiday back, safe and sound.

However, just because we got our holiday back doesn't make it somehow more acceptable that a lot of other people didn't.