Well we made it – backpacks on we headed for the MRT and battled against the tide of commuters to get to the Golden Mile bus station. We picked up a promotional ticket for S$25 each (about £12.50) and we are directed to the coach. A beautiful pink and red bus- adorned with the words First class massage coach, and yellow fringed drapes. I hurriedly asked John to recheck the bus number on the ticket. Sure enough this was to be our conveyance to reach Kuala Lumpur- so we threw our rucksacks in the hold underneath and climbed onboard, with some trepidation. Well i did – John seemed very keen to get on. A quick look around the interior of the bus revealed rows of super comfy seats with reclining backrests and elevating footrests- not a masseuse in site except the control panel alongside each chair. We were disappointed to find when the bus got moving that none of the massage facilities seemed to be operational – but this was soon outweighed by the super comfy seats and interesting scenery.

It took approx 50 minutes from leaving the bus terminal to get to Singapore immigration everyone climbed off the bus passports in hand and trooped off into the official looking building at the Tuas checkpoint. Returning a few minutes later with passports and a new stamp saying we had left Singapore we climbed back aboard and the bus headed off across the water – on the bridge obviously and we were back in Malaysia – yippee. Just about to settle down for the rest of the journey and about 15 minutes later we pulled over again and this time we had to take our entire luggage so it could have all its bodily parts scanned and the nice lady could give us another passport stamp telling us we could stay for 90 days in Malaysia. It all seemed really easy- although could have been much different if i had decided to bring any fresh mangoes back – so note to all you fellow travellers ditch the mangoes before coming back into Malaysia

Having not had breakfast i seized the opportunity to try and find some munchies- the only thing which seemed to be on offer was an antiquated drinks machine tucked up a corner with a note indicating 1.8RM. Having some Malaysian currency tucked away i immediately pulled couple of notes from my purse and eased them into the machine. Eureka – one tin of 100+ and 20 sen change. Cans in Singapore were often around the 2 or 2.5 mark so this seemed like a bargain – especially as in Singpore you only got 2 dollars to the pound as opposed to 5ringitts to the pound here. Pleased with my bargain i hopped back onboard and the coach was soon on its way again. It wasn't long before we were zipping along the toll road surrounded by luxuriant coconut trees and other palms. Everything is so green here- not a skyscraper in sight. Eventually we both nodded off- waking up around half 11 to find we were pulling into a service station. This time there was a proper shop so we both took off in search of prey. Our little haul of choc chip cookies, chocolate, large bag of crisps and 2 bottles of water came to about £2. Oh i love Malaysia- it feels like coming home – away from all the commercialism and high costs of Singapore.

Arriving at Beriya Times square might have been a shock had we not been here before. We hot footed to the Imbi monorail which took us comfortably to KL Sentral – where because the station isn’t linked to the main interchange involved a hike along the road and through the dusty smelly bus area to reach the main concourse. A short train ride from there to Pasir Seni and we were "home". The Winsin had a spare room so we quickly ditched the bags and took off to explore the Central market and local areal and discovered merdeka Square was just round the corner. After that we headed off to the Chinese market for some street food . John quickly decide to trade in some of his English currency so we could mark our last night with a few beers- whilst we were there the heavens opened and all of a sudden we were playing musical tables without the music- and ended up sitting with two couples about our age from Brisbane. We spent a fun hour talking about travels and other nonsense before heading off back to base ready for the final leg of our adventure tomorrow – back to Blighty.