Deportation From Singapore

Trip Start Nov 14, 2008
Trip End Dec 25, 2008

Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines

Flag of Singapore  ,
Saturday, December 6, 2008

It was 3:30 a.m. and I was wondering around KL Sentral Station desparately searching for a human being, any human being. Not having a cellphone sucks. Not having change to make a call sucks. Not being able to make yourself understood, well, sucks! Thank God for 24 hour McDonalds! Was finally able to get change and a call through to Barry and Eena; the rescue party was on the way. I dove into my breakfast of hamburger, 4 piece chicken nuggets and Coke as I'm reflecting a packet of chili ketchup. McDonalds has chili ketchup? I heart Malaysia!

Everyone thought it'd best not to wait until 5 a.m. Monday was the Haj holiday and everyone in KL would be trying to get away from the city by day break. At 4 a.m., we piled into a Proton sedan and off we went on the road to Singapore.

Ever been deported? I've always wondered if you could just travel until you were broke and then get yourself deported for a ticket home. Does deportation come with a strict "No Re-entry" stamp in your passport? Do they even confiscate your passport? That's another question for the Wikipedia pile, but this is the story of how I got deported from Singapore.

Barry wasn't kidding when he said Malaysia passport control to and from Singapore is a bit of a joke. The embarkation booth was boarded up with no one there to man the station, we breezed by without having a second thought. Blue buses loaded with hordes of people drove passed us filled with Malaysia workers heading to Singapore for the day. Over the causeway signs everywhere indicated you were not to get out of your car, a fine would be levied for photos and you could potentially be shot on sight with accompanying graphic for the language impaired. The Singaporean immigration officer took one look at my passport and told us to stay put while he called his superior. A 30 minute session in the office and some threats of fines or imprisonment later, we were escorted over the bridge by a bicycled officer carrying our passports in his little front bike basket in the lane normally reserved for special ocassions. I couldn't keep my face straight. If there wasn't security cameras everywhere I'd have taken a photo of the moment for sure!

We were so completed knackered from our early departure and exciting morning program that it wasn't until 9 p.m. that we got out of the hotel for a walk around Clark Quay. There was a boisturous party on the other side of the river. As we ate our dinner to a background of funky techno beats, I wondered if Disney was commissioned to do the urban planning around Singapore? 
Slideshow Report as Spam
  • Your comment has been posted. Click here or reload this page to see it below.

  • You must enter a comment
  • You must enter your name
  • You must enter a valid name (" & < > \ / are not accepted).
  • Please enter your email address to receive notification
  • Please enter a valid email address

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: