Ok, so technically I'm not actually riding from Singapore to Scotland but from Port Klang near Kuala Lumpur where I shipped my bike from Melbourne however 'Port Klang to Scotland' doesn't really make a very catchy blog title does it? So while I'm waiting on my wheels coming in to the port on 24 May 2008, I've turned into (shudder) a backpacker in the meantime just so I can really say I know what it feels like to wait 5 hours for a bus.
Anyway, after spening a few months in Melbourne, my Australian visa was nearly up and not having time to ride all the way to Darwin, I shipped my 06 Suzuki DR650 to Malaysia where I'll pick it up and start the ride home to Scotland. I made the mistake of accepting a job with a complete arsehole which didn't work out plus finding employers happy to shell out $$$'s on a sponsorship visa turned out to be not that simple especially as my profession, Building Surveying is actually a completely different thing in Australia. I'd pretty much seen most of Victoria by bike but little else so before leaving Australia, I had a quick flying tour of some of the main sights namely Cairns, Sydney, Ayers Rock and Darwin. Once again, thanks to the wonderfully global Horizons Unlimited site, I was very kindly put up and extremely well fed by several of the Aussie HU community despite not actually having a bike with me at the time which took some explaining!
Skip and Rachel in Cairns
Ian and Carolyn in Sydney
Ian and Dale in Darwin
From Darwin, I flew to Singapore, home of Tiger beer with Tiger Airways, a sort of Malaysian Easyjet if you will at the startlingly dreadful time of 12.50am getting in to Singapore at a cosy 3.40am. Now the trains from the airport don't start running until 5.30am so I treked around the huge and surreally empty terminal for a while until I found a coffee shop open which entertained me until around 7.30am which I foolishly thought would be a good time to get into Singapore, totally forgeting about such things as rush hours. Anyway, the hostel I'd booked were going to charge me an extra day if I wanted a bed before 12pm so once I'd found it, I dumped my stuff, got showered and moved on to the days important tasks, namely getting some urgent paperwork sent off to my bank as they are underwriting my Carnet.
I somehow slept well considering the persistant Indian pop music blaring most of the night from the street (well I was in Little India). The hostel bathroom faced the backs of local houses and each morning you could awake to the sounds of local men loudly bringing up phlegm from their bathrooms, a sort of 'Hack'ophany if you will.
Unfortunately I didn't want to spend $25 on a Singapore Sling
I wasn't really that excited about Singapore to be honest though. Apart from some nice Colonial buildings, I seemed to wander from one huge air conditioned mall to another to get out of the humid heat however the bizarely popular sounds of Kenny G usually meant I didn't linger in them for very long.
As I have no guide book and some time to kill, a young Malaysian guy in the hostel suggested going to Tioman Island the East coast of Malasia. So instead of taking a few hours by bike, I caught a local bus to the border where you get out and queue for a while, then following signs for the buses and asking a policeman with a machine gun to be doubly sure, after going through a security gate, I somehow ended up on the causway between Singapore and Malaysia carrying my luggage in the midday heat while tourists in air conditioned busses whizzed past to go the Malaysian border about 1 km away.
2 comments:
Hi
How come you have such an exciting life??
I'm going to make you drive a transit van when you get back just to bring you down to earth!!
Second question; why are you coming back to Scotland? Quick reminder; rain, rain, rain, wind, rain!!
I'm just jealous - keep up the postings - lots of pics please as some of us will never see these places in real life!
Take care.
Lots of love Sarah & Samantha
Cheers Sarah- An ex-police transit full of noisy doggies will probably be just the thing when I get back!
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