Almost Time To Leave Asia
Trip Start Sep 05, 2005
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It was only a couple of hours to Singapore and it rained the whole way. Reached the town on the Malaysian side, Johor Bahru, and it seemed like the sort of place you don't want to hang around in for too long.
Ran from the bus in the pouring rain to complete exit formalities before jumping back on the bus and driving over the sea, on a road, to Singapore. Entry procedures here were far more sophisticated than I had been used to recently. More like the arrival in Japan than the usual SE Asia outdoor variety. Loads of signs everywhere telling you what you can't do, almost everything it seems. It all seemed as clean as you imagine Singapore to be.
Arrived in a car park and proceeded on foot a kilometre to the hostel we had seen on a flyer, Prince of Wales, hereon referred to as Prisoner of War or POW. It sounded good but the list of rules on arrival was stupid and the owner was an idiot.
I wanted to borrow a book for a few minutes to check some things and he came storming over demanding that I read it in front of him or give him $20 deposit incase I stole it! What a joke! The book was 6 years out of date and falling apart. I brushed the book aside and walked off. We didn't make eye contact again for the 4 days I was there. As he was telling us the rules he was trying to be funny but he lacked all emotion. He seemed completely devoid of any character. Nice way to endear yourself to the new guests. He reminded me of the motel owner in Road Trip.
You may wonder why I chose to stay there if I hated the place so much. Well it was the cheapest place around by far so I had to just grin and bear it.
We were feeling peckish and had seen a good looking place on the corner so went there. Really good Chinese food and dirt cheap, just the way I like it.
Couldn't be bothered to do anything for the rest of the day so just sat around outside reading Singapore FHM and chatting to a couple of guys, Nick (English) and Jason (Irish), about how bad the place was and what we were planning for Aus.
Decided it had been long enough and Lars' birthday was tomorrow so cracked open a beer. Selection was pretty dire but I savoured every moment. However, one wasn't enough and I wasn't going to pour any more money into the POW's till so walked across the street to a really cool little bar for a few more jugs and a hookah pipe again. Far better than the POW any day.