Okay I’m getting back on track with my writing… Malaysia has been long overdue so let’s get started…
Driving into Kuala Lumpur was kinda boring, long and lonely. I bought one of those luxury bus tickets from Marina Bay Sands for approximately $20-30 Singaporean dollars and ended up with an entire bus all to myself.
Private Coach? Yes Please.
When I found out the news I was super excited to take advantage of the seat selection, but they were all sort of uncomfortable. And the free-wifi? Non-existent.
So I ate a little, wrote a lot. Slept a little, thought a lot.
The bus ride wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t pleasant either. I thought we’d just roll right on into KL ahead of schedule, but it took even longer than I had anticipated.
We left 20 minutes behind schedule because they were trying to fill the seats… and then there were a few standard protocols that took awhile: driver had to drop me off at immigration, I shyly passed the government soldiers (who were covered from head to toe in the blazing heat), then I filled out paperwork, got back on the bus, driver drove down the street, then I had to get off with all of my bags, and then he took his 30 minute lunch. Lengthy process for a drive-thru (if you ask me).
When I actually set foot in Kaula Lampur (KL), the driver dropped me off in their version of Times Square… and well, let’s just say it’s not the Times-kinda-Square I’m used to. Not knowing where to go, I tried to get on the metro but they didn’t take Singaporean Money (sometimes you get lucky where the country will take multiple currencies)… so I went into a mall, exchanged my leftover Singaporean Dollars, jumped on the metro to KL Sentral and was told to get off and change train lines to the Kelana Jaya line… but I couldn’t find the connection to Kelana Jaya… where is it??? How could I miss an entire train station???
I tried asking for help (but I was in a pretty local area and no one spoke English to me)… so I tried to pick up wifi with my iPad but I couldn’t catch a signal. I even tried calling my AirBnB host for help, but no pay phones were in sight (almost forgot I was in a third world country for a second). So yeah, I got lost for an hour, but getting lost paid off.
I finally figured out that there was another metro station about a mile away (because they built the public transportation system incorrectly… I mean, who does that??)… so I bought a metro card, jumped on the train and thought to myself, “Why did I leave Singapore?”
To Be Continued…