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The traveller sees what he sees; the tripper sees what he has come to see. – G. K. Chesterton

The Amazing Race

May 26, 2009
by Tina

Somewhere Between Singapore and Malaysia – We decided to fly to Indonesia instead of taking a ferry as they have a tendency to be overcrowded and sink.  So we booked a flight to Bali from the Johor Bahru (JB) airport in Malaysia, just over the boarder from Singapore, because it was a quarter of the price.

On the morning of our flight we took a bus to the border, went through customs and immigration to exit Singapore then entered Malaysia. Then we took another bus to a bus terminal in JB where we could catch yet another bus to the airport.

Many hotels have an arrow on the celing pointing towards Mecca.

Many hotels have an arrow on the ceiling pointing towards Mecca.

While at the bus terminal I gave my money belt a superstitious pat to make sure my passport was still there; it wasn’t.  Neither was it in my pocket or my bag.  I realized with horror that I lost my passport.  As frantic tears welled up in my eyes I told Stuart that it was gone – I must have dropped it on the bus.

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