We left Singapore on a rainy day and headed for the border.
The passport control leaving Singapore was in a building that reminded me of a futuristic fortrress.
It was quite an imposing sight, enough to make you feel nervous even though you hadn't done anything bad.
The Malaysian side, after crossing a long bridge, was a lot less scary, plus they didn't even check our bags.
Next stop was Johor Bahru a dismal looking place. The buildings we passed, a good deal of which were abandoned and
falling down, gave the impression that paint was a valuable commodity. The bus station was awful, stray cats everywhere,
people falling over themselves trying to get us on to different busses. All this combined with the city's open sewers, which lined the streets, made us feel like we had come a million miles from Singapore. Acccording to the Lonlely Planet however, Johor Bahru is undergoing a massive
redevelopment project, with the aim being to create a city which rivals the grandour of Singapore.
The hostel was nice and we had a room to ourselves which was a nice break from the dorms we had previously. The
next morning we had to go back to the bus station from hell, where I had a toilet experience that will stay with me for many moons to come.
From here we embarked on a journey on the death bus which was propelled along by a suicidal driver. After two and a half hours of near misses and tight corners we made it to the port at Mersing.
Still, all this this was endured as a necessary means to a beautiful end.
That end was Tioman. Oh, sweet Tioman!