Archives for March 2017

Tuesday, Mar. 7, 2017 – Ride Day in Highlands!

Hubby slept like a log, and I wasn't far behind him, the most comfortable and relaxed we've been in quite a while. Wonderful! We headed downstairs looking for the breakfast and found it just up the street at one of the restaurants, with another really nice buffet, lots of local fare but also lots of Western choices as well. We loaded up on food, then headed over to the stable for our 10:00 ride. The leader was a young man who had worked there for 12 years, and in additional to leading the trail rides, he apparently also taught riding lessons. Hubby was put up on a bay horse names Felicia with a hornless Australian saddle, while I was put on a palomino named Bonita, with an English saddle. It's been years since I've been in an English saddle, so I thought it might be a challenge! But it worked out, though I felt I had to have my stirrups shorter than I usually like them (more appropriate for English), and it really hurt my knee after a while. I'm not quite sure why they chose these two horses, though, because they didn't seem to get along, and though there wasn't any actual kicking, there was lots of posturing and flattening of ears whenever Bonita tried to get next to or in front of Felicia. We rode around the round pen for about 10 minutes just to demonstrate we were experienced and to get to know the horses, then we set off down the road toward the golf club. We thought that we would be spending more time in the wilderness (probably because it was called "The Jungle Ride," but about 65% of it was along the road getting from one forest trail to another. Still, it was time on the back of a horse, and as I've said many times (along with many others), those hours are never wasted! The ride was just about two hours long, and all arrived back at the stable safe and sound, always a good thing! Afterward, we go into our bathing suits and sat out by the pool for a while, but the water was too cold to enjoy, and the air handlers were a bit noisy behind us, and there were two guys swinging machetes at the bamboo border around the pool, so eventually we went back up to our comfy room until cocktail hour, when we went down to the bar and had a couple of Singapore Slings (when in Rome, right?), the first alcohol besides beer I've had in a long time. I had ordered a Guinness at the Italian restaurant last night, and it was served from a can, and it just didn't taste right, so I decided I'd pass on that. Hubby has decided his Tiger beer reminiscing had been well satisfied (tastes fine when your 22, not so much when you're 82) and splurged with me. We stayed there until the French restaurant across the street opened at 6:30, then went over there and enjoyed a fabulous meal. We were the only ones in the place, and again, there were only a few people wandering the streets, which really surprised us. Almost like a ghost town. I guess if you used your imagination, and considered that this was a French town after WWII that needed some maintenance and cleaning up, yet the people were still too scared to come out, you could justify it. A reach, I know, but hey, whatever it takes! Anyway, it was a lovely dinner (though the sound track was a bit weird, old American music mostly from the 70's, starting with Linda Ronstadt's Desperado and the like), but I felt sorry for the waiter, who spent almost the entire evening folding dozens of napkins at a table on the back wall. At one point, we had a Filipino trio come out and serenade us with oldies for a few tunes as well before they made the rounds at the other restaurants. We luxuriated over dinner before taking a walk through town and ending up back at our room, more relaxed than we'd been in a long time. Love that we're starting to wind down a bit, with two nights at each place. As much as I enjoy driving, it's time for the chauffeur and logistics expert to emjoy HER vacation!

Sunday, Mar. 5, 2017 – Explore Singapore

We got up good and early, as we knew today would be a long and likely tiring day, starting out with a small breakfast buffet with mostly local fare, then packed up the car and made arrangements to leave it in the hotel's parking lot until our return late this afternoon. We crossed the street just in time to catch a yellow Causeway Link bus, but not before have an interesting chat with a middle-aged woman who was selling something. She helped explain how much the trip was, and that we should hang onto our tickets because they were good for the return trip as well, which surprised me, but, hey, we're on a learning curve, right? The bus finally got moving, and in about 45 minutes, we reached the first checkpoint. It was here we started to learn about the process. We disembarked the bus, went into a building, went through some kind of scanner, then moved back out of the building and got back on the bus. Then we crossed the causeway, stopped at another building and disembarked, stood in a long immigration line, that fortunately moved quickly, then to a customs line, which also moved quickly, once again left the building and climbed onto another bus (with the same number, CW3) that then took us to the train station known as Jurong East. From there, I changed some Malaysian Ringgits into Singapore dollars at a row of food and money-changing stalls, we analyzed the subway listings for a while, then bought the tickets we needed, found the right platform, and headed downtown. This all took over 2 hours, so we knew we'd need to give ourselves at least that much time on the return. Thirteen stops later, with Hubby gasping at how much had changed since his last visit here in 1962, we disembarked at City Hall, flowed into an underground mall that stretched as far as the eye could see, and followed the signs to the Suntec City Mall, which is where we believed we could pick up the HopOn bus. Just as we reached the end, and weren't sure where to go next, we headed up the last escalator, and lo and behold, there was the exact place we were looking for! We bought our tickets and were soon on the bus, toodling around the city. Hubby regaled me once again with stories of his nights in Little India and Chinatown, and high tea at Raffles Hotel. He was particularly disappointed in Raffles, as apparently it used to have acres and acres of green lawn surrounding it, giving it a truly palatial appearance, but now, the entrance was right on the street, with no yard at all, not a trace. The entire beach area had changed as well, and it was explained on the bus narration that many acres of land had been reclaimed from the sea to extend the island, so "Beach Road" was now half a kilometer from the actual waterfront, whereas when Hubby was here, it truly did run along the edge of the beach. I'm sorry to say, his disappointment was profound, so little of what he remembered existed any more. When the tour returned to Suntec, we decided to stay on (well, actually, they made us get off and then get on another bus) and stop in Little India for a meal, then hop back on again and get off at City Hall a few stops later to pick up the train back to Jurong East for the trip back to Malaysia. As we walked up the streets of Little India, once again, Hubby was disappointed. What used to be food stall after food stall had now become jewelry store after jewelry store, with a few sundry stores thrown in. We eventually found a nice little indoor restaurant, crowded with families, and we joined them for a very nice meal. Just as we were leaving, it started to pour with rain (very typical for the afternoon in the tropics, of course), but we made it down to the bus stop before it really poured. Twenty minutes later we were on the bus, and not long after that we reach the City Hall stop. By now it was after 3:00, and we thought we were in pretty good time, but several more things delayed us. We had no trouble catching the subway back to Jurong East, then I made the mistake of converting all my Singapore dollars back into Malaysian ringgits, because when we went to get back on the Causeway link, believing the tickets were good for the return (based on what the woman had told me earlier), we were turned away, saying we needed to buy new tickets. When I offered them ringgits, they insisted we needed Singapore dollars! Even though the bus carried passengers both ways, they would only accept Singapore dollars on the return trip! Okay, fine, so I go back to the money changer and change back enough ringgits to get 8 Singapore dollars, but of course by then that bus had left, and we had to wait 20 minutes or so for the next one. Then we started the whole journey in reverse, except that the Malay side turned out to be much slower and less efficient in processing folks through, and instead of a nice big air-conditioned building like in Singapore, we had several busloads of hot, sweaty and wet people crammed into an old, un-air-conditioned building (except for one short blast just as you come through the door), and it took us twice as long to get through. Despite leaving Singapore by 4:00, it was after 6:00 by the time we went through all the border requirements, and another 45 minutes to get back to the hotel. By the time we got the car out of the garage, the sun was going down, and it was dark by the time we reached the Kota Heritage Hotel in Kota Tinggi 45 minutes later. It turned out to be a rather dingy old hotel in a dubious part of town, but it was too late to do anything about it, so we parked on the street in front of the hotel, crossed our fingers and hoped for the best. The room itself was clean enough, but a little musty smelling again, but the AC worked well to eliminate that. The shower had no curtain, and the TP dispenser (with little squares like we used to get in grammar school) went empty after the first use. Thank goodness I had the wherewithal to bring a spare roll with me from the campervan trips! Came in handy right then! Anyway, we were so tired from the long, hot day, we weren't out of bed very long, and as soon as the temperature in the room was cool enough, we crawled into bed to let the night take us away from the day!

Saturday, Mar. 4, 2017 – Drive to Johor Bahru

After another fabulous breakfast buffet, Hubby and I got the car packed up and off we went. First stop was a Petronas gas station where I got a toll card, though it took some time to get the young man at the counter to understand me. I think they all know some English when it's written, but when it's spoken, they're not used to the way it sounds (particularly from an American), so it's a bit of a challenge. Anyway, I gave them $200 ringgits, but in the end they sold me the card and put about 150 ringgits on the card, then gave me change. Not what I asked for, but we'll see how it works out. Not sure how many ringgits it will take to get to Johor Bahru, just north of Singapore, but we should have plenty. Anyway, once that job was done, we headed out onto the expressway. Just to be on the safe side, the first time I reached a toll booth, I went through on a lane that had a person manning the booth, just in case it didn't work, but I flashed the card on the wave-pad and sure enough, the gate raised, yeah! Another lesson learned (the hard way, maybe, but learned)! We had an uneventful drive down to Johor Bahru, with miles and miles of highways with plantations of palm trees along each side. I had noticed when we were flying in that there were miles and miles of these plantations as soon as we were over land. Not sure what they're growing, but they're growing a LOT of it! We stopped once at a rest area hoping to find something to eat, but it all looked like high sodium, high soy sauce kind of noodles and local fare, except for a Baskins Robbins, so we ended up with chocolate milkshakes. Had a shock when I went into the rest rooms, though. Half the stalls had toilets, the rest just had pits with a hose. Don't even want to imagine how that's used, though I'm sure it's quite ordinary for the locals. I was prepared to use the toilet until I discovered there was no paper in the stall, so I abandoned the idea altogether. I did notice a tissue dispenser near the entrance, I guess you're supposed to get what you need before you go in. Not many women I know would find THAT particularly useful! Anyway, my phone map was excellent, and got us right to the hotel, arriving around 3:00, so we had plenty of time to get in and relax for the afternoon. The neighborhood around the hotel was older and more dilapidated, but the hotel itself was nearly brand new. It had a smaller, more compact lobby than the elaborate Everly, and the room itself was a bit smaller, but there was no musty smell, it was fresh and clean, and we were looking forward to spending some time in the bed getting caught up on our sleep. We debated about whether to go out to a restaurant, but in the end decided tiredness trumped hunger, so Hubby went to bed early while I finished up on some logistical challenges that needed to be faced tomorrow. Apparently, trying to cross the border into Singapore with a rental car is very difficult (not to mention, our car rental agreement clearly stated no cross border travel), so I had to figure out a way to get in and out of Singapore. It turned out there was a bus called the Causeway Link that had a stop directly across from the hotel where we were staying, and that would take us across the border, through the checkpoints, and into a stop in the city where there was a subway station, which would then get us into the heart of Singapore. From there, we would be able to get to the start of the HopOn bus again, and go where Hubby wanted to go. It looks like it's going to be a tiring day, but it seems very straight forward. We'll see soon enough!

Friday, Mar. 3, 2017 – Day of Exploring Kuala Lumpur

Despite the musty smell in the room, we both had a decent night sleep, and the free breakfast buffet did much to raise our spirits. It was a very extensive buffet with stations everywhere, and with every imaginable cuisine to service the diverse customers. We discovered that the governmental center is here in Putrajaya, so there were all nationalities here. Hubby managed to find and devour 3 soft-boiled eggs on toast, so he was feeling much better after having two good meals and a good night sleep. Today's adventure was to explore Kuala Lumpur. We started off trying to follow a non-toll route I had downloaded to my phone to the MATIK, the tourist information bureau, which also happened to be the old British Armed Forced HQ when Hubby was there as an entertainer in the 1950's. Well, it turned out to be very easy to make wrong turns here, and even easier to end up on a toll road, because they don't have big "Last Exit Before Toll" signs here (or at least, if they did we couldn't understand them, all the signs are in Malay), so we ended up stuck at a toll booth. Eventually a couple of toll workers helped us get through, but that became the theme of the day: making wrong turns, ending up on a toll road, getting rescued by sympathetic toll workers, repeat. Eventually we made it down to the MATIK building we were searching for, and I let Hubby out there so I could look for parking. I found a place in front of a restaurant next door, but the guy there would only let me park for a fee, even if it was only for a few minutes. I said fine, parked, and went off to find Hubby. We wandered around collecting information and speaking with the helpers, then stumbled on to little amphitheatre, which was exactly as he remembered it. It was one of the first places his song and dance troupe performed when they first came to Malaysia, for the British Officers, and it was quite an emotional moment for him. He said he could still hear the sounds of the clicking of the military boots on the tiles around the building. Eventually, we decided to take the HopOnHopOff Bus, and we bought tickets, discovering that we could park for free on the other side of the building! Would have been nice if the valet on the other side had mentioned that! So I retrieved the car (for 10 ringgits, about $2.25 for half an hour) and moved it to the free parking area, then we got on the HopOn Bus in front of the building and we were on our way! This particular service had pretty bad reviews, and we soon knew why. The commentary was seldom on time, and it was read as if it had been done by a computer. It didn't matter, though, because it took us to all the places Hubby wanted to go, so we just sat back and enjoyed the ride. It was slow going, though, as the traffic was really bad, though better than in Sydney, I must say! As we made our way through the city, we devised a plan to come back to the Tower, where they had a revolving restaurant, and have dinner if possible. By the time we got to the famous Petronas Towers (with the skybridge made so popular from Bond and Mission Impossible movies), they had sold out for the day (which closed early, being Friday). This is a Muslim country now, and most of the women are dressed in hajibs (even the ones riding motorcycles!), and everything closes early on Friday, so we were out of luck for that. We got back on the bus until we reached the Tower, and discovered that we were too late to make dinner reservations as well, so we grabbed a taxi and went back to the MATIK building, and had dinner in the restaurant there, which we enjoyed very much (though they were out of Guinness, so we ended up with Tiger draft, the beer Hubby always drank when he was here in the 1950's). After dinner, we made out way back to the hotel, got REALLY lost this time, now that it was dark, and once again ended up on toll roads at the mercy of the toll workers. Eventually we made it back to the hotel, realizing now that it was impossible to go anywhere without paying tolls, so I did some research and discovered the best way to solve the problem was to get a TouchNGo card that I could purchase at any gas station, so that little chore has been added to the schedule tomorrow! We headed up to our room, which, although a little better, still had that musty smell to it. Too tired to care!

Thursday, Mar. 2, 2017 – Another Day, Another Country! But Only After the Flight from Hell

After getting to sleep slightly longer than usual, but much more deeply as this bed was SO comfortable, we got up and packed and took the super shuttle to the airport, where our plan was to get breakfast. Unfortunately, we had ordered an Indian meal for delivery to the hotel last night, which was delicious, but it must have had more sodium in it that it tasted, and Hubby is quite out of breath this morning, so he's having to move very slowly. The Sydney Airport is huge, and we had a LONG walk through the international terminal, to the very last gate, naturally. He refused to eat anything (which I predicted was a mistake, and, of course, later he regretted it), but he just didn't want to take any chances on ingesting more sodium and making his breathing worse, so I had a nosh from Starbucks and he just had coffee. Then our flight departure was delayed by half an hour. Then we finally boarded onto an AirAsia plane. I had researched them when I was looking for flights to Hong Kong, and had decided to go with Malindo air instead, but because of the last minute change in plans, we had no choice for this leg but AirAsia. NEVER AGAIN! We had paid extra for the Quiet Zone, which I'm very glad we did, because it only had a half a dozen people in an area made for over 40, so we were able to spread out and take entire rows to ourselves. But that was the ONLY good thing about this 8.5 hour flight. The attendants practically ignored us the entire flight, except when they were trying to sell us something. We had pre-ordered a meal, the only one from the menu that seemed half-way healthy for Hubby, but it was the size of a Lean Cuisine, NO WAY that was going to last for the entire flight. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING else on the menu was horrible. I asked for nutritional information, and after 15 minutes I was handed a sheet that listed ingredients and allergens, not one word about sodium, calories or anything else, and half the stuff on the menu wasn't even on it. Practically everything had soy sauce in it. When I finally chose the least of the evils for Hubby, I was promptly told they were out of it. In fact, they were out of everything except two of the worst offenders. We were forced to buy horrible dinners, Hubby's came out cold, mine came out 10 minutes later overcooked, it was horrible. He was miserable. We both did manage to get a little sleep, but it was a terrible flight. We got the impression that the customers were an imposition on the flight crew, really awful customer service. Can't say enough about how bad it was. Never again! We finally arrived an hour late (because we sat for another half hour on the tarmac, even though the plane was fully boarded in about 10 minutes), cleared immigration and customs, then I followed the instructions I received from the car rental company to call when we arrived at KLIA2 (one of two terminals at Kuala Lumpur) and someone would come pick us up and take us to KLIA1 to get the car. At first there was no answer, then I finally got someone who didn't seem to know what I was talking about, but eventually understood what I was asking, then he had to call me a couple of times to determine where we were (even though I was pretty clear on it), until finally he found us. We dragged our luggage around to the street and got loaded up, then drove to KLIA1 to finish the paperwork, one time running a stop sign and pulling into traffic that scared the heck out of me for a second. Despite my plans to get the car and be at the hotel before dark, all the delays now had dusk coming in a hurry. We finished the paperwork (which was very little compared to a US rental) and took the same car out on the road, following the GPS map I had downloaded to my phone. We managed to arrived at the Everly Putrajaya in about 30 minutes, though it was dark by the time we got there. Not my favorite thing, driving in the dark in a strange country, but we managed it. I walked into a large, airy, and well-light lobby, managed to get checked into the hotel with no problems. I left the luggage with Hubby and the bellman, drove the car underground to the garage, then we went up to the room, which wasn't bad, but had a very musty smell to it. The bellman inserted a room key into a slot next to the door inside, which I learned activated the electricity in the room, something that is common here. We put on the AC in hopes of quelling the musty smell, but it was still there when we got back from dinner. We headed immediately down to the restaurant, where Hubby had a nice green salad with salmon, the first meal he's enjoyed all day, while I just had a fruit plate. We both were exhausted, and despite the musty smell in the room (I was too tired to complain about it and move rooms) and fell into bed shortly afterward.

Wednesday, Mar. 1, 2017 – Change of Plans, Ditch the Campervan, Check into a Hotel

After another poor night of sleep (the cushions in this campervan are too thin, I'm hitting bottom!), we decided to turn the camper in a day early and spend the night in an airport hotel, which turned out to be a fantastic decision. It made no sense to simply move to another campground and then have to turn it in first thing in the morning, and hope to get to the airport in time, so we cleaned it up and turned it in by 1:00, grabbed an Uber to the Quality Hotel CKS, and spent the afternoon eating, resting, taking hot baths, and generally getting reacquainted with Western Civilization once again! With unlimited and fast wifi, I've finally been able to load some pictures up on Facebook, and even my Equicamping Diary, yeah! Long overdue! With a mid-day flight to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow, we'll won't even have to get up at the crack of dawn again!