[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
It's less than a day before I leave the warm, humid weather behind and set off for my winter holiday with my 2 best buddies, so I thought I'd just clear off part of the owed blog entries, starting from the hellish trip to Malaysia.
The account of our very 'scary' trip:
Grace, Kenny and I were desperate for a short getaway and we thought Malaysia would be a good choice. We'd approached an agency to help us with transport arrangements as well as the hotel bookings. It was SUPPOSED to be a better way, since we were going to 2 places, Malacca and KL.
Boy were we wrong. The freaking creep of an agency* totally ruined our holiday.
Here's how everything went downhill because of the weasel agency.
Day 1: We were supposed to reach Malacca at around 1pm by coach. At about 1.30pm, we were already right outside the hotel but the guide refused to let us off. This woman was saying that we were going to stop by some chocolate factory for 15 minutes for the driver to have his lunch. Some passengers, us included, were bewildered at first, but irate later.
We were right outside the hotel, why couldn't the driver just open the door and let us out so that he could drive off to have his lunch, and we, ours? Because the darn guide was going to earn some commission by bringing us to that chocolate place. Stinky move!!
So the bus took us on a big detour and I can still remember vividly how sad my empty stomach was, seeing the hotel disappear from my view.
I want my chicken rice balls.........
At the chocolate place, Coco Story (how lame), K, G and myself were 3 very unhappy patrons. Except that we only set foot in the shop to use their loo. Buy their product?? Wait long long ah!
The place where there were many pissed travellers and where the sickening bus driver sat outside to smoke instead of have his 15 min lunch (while the rest of us starved on)
Okay I look really ghastly in these pictures... but it's not me, but my wrath, that you're looking at.
FYI, we were there waiting for what, 45 min?
Day 2: We thought it'd be a better day cos we're headed to KL for shopping! But again, we were so wrong.
Our transport vouchers stated that we should be waiting for the coach at the hotel lobby at 9.30am, and the coach should arrive by 10am. We early birds were there way before 9.30am as we got up early after a sleepless night. We waited and waited but no buses arrive at the hotel entrance even till way pass 10am.
We started to get fidgety and irritated. Each of us started to react in different ways: G started to develop an extreme sensitivity to sounds of vehicles larger than cars (ie. vans or buses) driving up the hotel entrance, turning her head at speedily at each occurrence to check if our coach had arrived; K started to walk around alot; and I started to roar.
At around 10.30am, there was still no coach, and all this time, we had been trying to call the 2 phone numbers given on the voucher for necessary contact. The numbers were either unavailable or not in use. Lagi best. So G and I had to make calls to the Singapore office at the expense of our autoroam charges (hello, not cheap hor!!!), following which this girl kept putting me on hold (I could feel a hole burning in my pocket as the stupid music played on) and finally got back to me to say that she'll check it out and call me back. WTH!!
After a long wait, she called me back to say 'Erm, I called the person, he says the coach is there already what?' There??! Where??!! There my foot!!
A long moment of unpleasant barking from my end of the line ensued.
Apologetically, the girl put me on hold again (!!!!) and then said she'll call me back. *RRROOOOOOAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
She didn't call me back at all lor!! Then at 11.15am, this uncle walked up to us hurriedly and asked if we were from **** ***** Tours and quickly took our bags and led us out of the hotel to a.....
old, ancient taxi (from the days of yore when backseats didn't have seatbelts) -_-"
We thought okay, maybe there was a screw up and this taxi will replace the coach and take us to our hotel in KL. Wrong again. The taxi drove us to a petrol station near KL, waited, circled around and waited somemore, for our coach that was supposed to be there. After a long wait of what, 45 min, the uncle made a call and guess what, yes, everything that could go wrong went wrong: the bus had left without us!!!!!!! *ROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!*
So rubbish can!! Then we had to wait for another bus that was on its way to KL to give us a ride but this bus only took us to another petrol station at KL, after which we got on another ancient taxi to drive us to the hotel.
By this time, not only were our plans thwarted, our moods were way low below the deepest seabed.
The damn agency ruined our holiday. Period.
Day 3: As usual, the coach was 1 hour late to pick us up to take us to the place we missed most: HOME.
Well, this is the bleaghhhh part of the whole story. The better part was the fact that I had 2 great travelling companions. We made it to hell and back together and we still managed to squeeze in little bits of fun at the parts that DID NOT INVOLVE THE SUCKY AGENCY.
Wow. This took longer than I expected. Seems like the better part of the trip and the other entries will have to wait till I get back from HK.
Till then...
[Time of Confession] 7:44 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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