Mari wrote a long and lovely, detailed post about the same trip that you can find here.
Malaysia had a similar feel to Singapore minus the money I thought. Oh and throw in a muslim religion. The country is just a short bridge away from Singapore but the financial difference between the two is staggering. So much so, that you can't even drive from Singapore to Malaysia without 3/4 of a tank of gas because the gasoline is that much cheaper in Malaysia.
We made it half way across the bridge, back to immigration and finally on a bus to make it completely over the bridge. 8 passport stamps later and several confused immigration workers and we made it. At first, I thought, for what?
It probably didn't help that I was a little cranky from being tired and needing some food. First stop, lunch. I saw a restaurant that looked crowded and I figured that was a safe bet. A few choice items that Nicole knew and we had a plate full of good looking food.
Much better. Now I can think. We wandered around for awhile looking for a few things on the tourist map/brochure we received at immigration. A few "antique" shops here and there and I wasn't too impressed.
Finally, we all agreed to take a taxi to a museum, but I thought the driver might be able to show us around a bit first. After our good experiences in Bali with drivers, I thought it might be worth trying again!
Enter, Zainol, our cab driver. He drove us around for over an hour. Letting us stop and take pictures (while the meter was running of course) and showed up some of the cultural highlights of Jahor.
Government building? Perhaps? Check. Mosque? Definitely. Check.
Yummy semi-strange fruits. Also check.
All in all, it was an interesting day. Can't say I'll make it back to Malaysia and it is kinda fun to have an entire page of stamps from just one getting there and back.
Like I said, Mari's post was lovely and detailed. Mine though, sums up my impression of my time in Malaysia. Short, sweet and just the right length.
After our day trip to Malaysia, we headed back to my hotel where the ladies crashed in my hotel room so that we could wake up at 3 am to get to the airport by 4:30. We were on a 6 am flight home!
Day 18 was spent traveling the 7 hours home by plane, the 2 1/2 hours by train and the 10 minutes by car. Home sweet home. And my baby girl dog waiting for me.
What a great trip! Phew. Done and done!
