Night bus: Cape on Mersing and Tioman

  Malaysia: Peninsula and Borneo - July 2006

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Night journey by bus to Mersing without story, even if my neighbor has a little tendency to overflow of his seat and to spread out on mine...

-Fortunately, he gets off in the early hours of the night in a big city that I didn't identify, with a lot of other passengers, so that I end up with two seats all to myself. I fell asleep for good and didn't see the kilometers go by anymore.

At the beginning of the trip, during a stop in a bar, I could catch a glimpse of the final on an old rotten TV. The score was already 1-1... The rest, we know it!

When I opened my eyes again, it was daytime, the bus was stopped in a parking lot in front of a river mouth and we were only two passengers. Mersing. Finally.

What followed was easy. A charming lady in a green scarf approached me to sell me a ticket from her agency, for the first speed boat of the day. It was fine with me, except that I had to change money first.

At that time, it was 7:15 a.m. and the boat was supposed to leave at half past. No matter, the lady calls the captain of the said speed boat so that he doesn't leave without me, and her husband takes me in his car to the nearest Chinese jeweler.

Again, excellent exchange rate. The deal done, the guy brings me back to the pier and I pile up with about twenty other people, a majority of Asian tourists and some Westerners, in the boat.

  Malaysia: Peninsula and Borneo - July 2006