The coach journey was interesting... Sitting at the back I could stretch my legs and enjoy the massage from the diesel engine and was catapulted from my seat by potholes only a couple of times. The noise of the creaking springs was almost as loud as the engine itself and the shock absorbers had long since given up.
Interestingly, for the whole four hours my nearby unknown traveling companion next to me, kept her nose and mouth covered with tissue paper. To protect herself from me or the fumes, I'm not sure.
The coach stopped alarmingly once in the middle of the motorway, trucks and cars whizzing past on either side. Had we broken down? No, it was just someone's stop and they sauntered away and we carried on, re-joining the traffic as normal. Breathtaking.
This evening, across the border into Singapore.
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Calvin & Pin
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