Sat in the coach station in Kuala Lumpur (KL)waiting for the coach to Singapore to arrive, a rat scuttled past....I knew then that this was going to be a 'lovely' day's travelling....read on

When we had left our hotel that morning we were taken to the coach station by limousine ha ha.... that tells you the usual class that the Saujana has staying with them! Well not this day, this day they had two budget travellers who were travelling to their next destination in style .... by coach! When we first got in the limo the driver presumed we were going to the airport and then when we said the coach station he didn't seem to know what to say ha ha. The coach station is grotty (and that is being kind). But what could we expect for a ticket that cost next to nothing to get us into another country! We had tried to book a train but they were all sold out due to an election period and locals travelling. In Malaysia everyone HAS to vote and they have to do it from their home town. So if you work six hours away from where you originally lived, you have to travel back there to vote.

The trip to Singapore was eventful :) When we were sold the ticket the lady said it was a five hour journey by executive coach. The coach was about an hour or so late setting off as they were still trying to sell tickets (???). After about four hours into the journey we pulled into another bus station and the driver had a few words with another driver and suddenly he was back on the coach shouting for us all to get off. 'Quickly, quickly' he shouted as Steven was lugging both our backpacks and I was carrying our little bags and his guitar wondering what the hell was going on. He obviously had better things to do and we were transfered to a public bus. About another half hour into the journey we had to get off the bus again, this time for immigration. We came out the other side and wondered what on earth we were supposed to do now, so I showed my ticket to someone and they pointed us to another queue. There we got on another bus which took us another half an hour down the road until we had to swap again. This next bus took us to passport control where we queued for about an hour. What a nightmare! We were then directed to another queue for the connecting bus but saw a sign for a taxi and decided to go for it whatever the cost. The joys of backpacking on a budget!