Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Going over

There I was, on the night of 12 July 2005, standing by my luggage as it continued to drizzle. There were puddles every where. The day was already a gloomy day for me,in fact the night shower tripled the effect.


We boarded the coach around 10pm. I slowly nodded off, as the coach sped through the highways.


Before i knew it, 6 hours had passed, and we've reached the Johor customs. We dragged ourselves over to the counter and had our passports scanned. Afraid that the bus may leave without us, we rushed out and boarded the bus together with other fellow passengers. The coach cruised into the causeway and that, for the longest time ever that i've been waiting, a view of the causeway which has been featured on the news every so often.


We alighted with our luggage to queue up at the Singaporean Immigrations and Checkpoints Authority. For some reason, we had neglected to fill in the Disembarkation Form. Taking our forms, we went off to fill it in in a corner and returned for a requeue. That requeue took quite a while, so much so, that it delayed us for almost an hour plus.


Lugging the heavy bags, we ran out, hoping in vain that the coach had waited for us. Heck, turned out that it did not. There i was with my parents, stranded at some bus station at 4 am in Singpapore. It was really a wicked way to kick off my stay in this country.


Fortunately, Dad managed to pursuade another coach driver to take us out of that darn station and take us into the city. We boarded the coach and alighted in front of some hotel. There were a zillion taxis surrounding us. We picked one and off we went to my aunt's place, which i'm exceedingly grateful for...

Posted by Berenice at 7:35 AM

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