a) when I was 5, my mom flew me first class to Singapore
b) when I was 5, my mom and I took a train to Singapore
I'd say boy (b) has more character.
(Having said that, option (a) is really not a bad idea and I hope Gooly doesn't notice that everytime I say something pertaining to 'character' I save a few hundred dollahs)
So we took Senandung Malam on last Sunday night, which went chugga chugga all night long to the shore of Singapore. *Wave hello to tuti and Mr. Lee Kuan Yew*
I was giddy with excitement at the start of the loud blaring horn sound.The rhythmic motion lulled Gooly to sleep almost immediately. Well, it was already way passed his bedtime when the journey began.
Seeing him falling asleep in my arms had me concluded that he was really an easy travel buddy.
We shared the lower berth of no.38 which was right next to a sliding door. Too noisy for my comfort. But then again that's really the whole rustic charm of a steam train.
a. my imagination of bed bugs crawling on our bodies
b. train sick which set in at minute 34
c. my fantasy of pontianak sticking its head on the window pane
d. my suspicion of marijuana smoking by the hippie dude next bunk
e. my fear of some maniac opening the curtain and grabbing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s
f. my worries of snoring too loudly
...I would rate the journey a two-thumbs up with a bonus 3-star.
Gooly, absorbing the whole experience of back-packing the next morning.
We reached Tanjong Pagar - someone mistaken Gooly for a girl (wtf?) and that same someone directed us to our hotel using the MRT. Another round of choo choo (steamless though).
Lucky enough to be able to check in earlier. Saw the pool/tank. Gooly jumped right in.
Beware of Sharkiras.
Ah..the Singapore Flyer. The hotel's windows were those large ones overlooking the opposite hotel.
Unfortunately there were no UGLY BUTT NAKED traveler this time round.
Gooly woke and stared a good 10 minutes at the rain. Something which I do all the time.
The joy of traveling with a 5 yr old....it's all good ;)