Day 81: Singapore Redux Cont. & The Indian Trio
Trip Start May 20, 2008
77Trip End Aug 19, 2008
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Overnight Bus to Hat Yai
With our night bus departure approaching, it was time to start packing. I stopped in a tea stop to buy this promising and cheap Taiwanese Jasmine stuff, we both stopped at a dessert stall for a coconut shaved ice concoction then returned to the hostel to bid Donald Duck a faretheewell. I shared some tea with him as he told about his father's B&W photography work, chronicling Singapore's development from an underdeveloped Colonial backwater to booming modern financial center and Andy's own hopes to continue the legacy. Hostel business paid the bills for the family's historical photography institute which as far as I could tell was run out of his own bedroom. Must be an online thing? In minutes, Jeff finished whatever it was he was doing and we set out for the sleazy Golden Mile Center bus station.
Once aboard the night bus, about two hours later, we met an array of fascinating goofball characters. The first was the stubby ticket stub collector. If you could imagine the personality of an OCD Alvin the Chipmunk transferred to a chicken egg, you would have a stunningly accurate mental image of this man. I had no idea what instructions he was babbling at us a mile a minute during the border crossings and resorted to following the passenger mob. Also aboard where a trio of AWESOME INDIANS. We never spoke to them, only watched from afar as they socialized and waved hands around to each other for the whole ride. I speculated, based on their awesomeness and attire, that they were a 50-something year old soft rock band, the kind one's parents go see in concert during a holiday or anniversary. Awesome Indian 1 had a greasy black Jesus mullet and wore a white robe. Awesome Indian 2 wore a large Hawaiian shirt, shorts, was very overweight and sported a ponytail + bandanna. Awesome Indian 3, the most awesome, didn't need these bells and whistles. He wore a simple slick Jazz suit and had such perfectly white hair and beard that it seemed to glow against his dark skin. Jeff snuck a picture of them, hopefully it will be posted soon.
After not enough sleep and fourteen hours, we crossed the Malaysian/Thai border and arrived in Hat Yai. Thus is the domain of the next post, whenever it may be written.
Still no food poisoning, very tired, battered, desperate for an island paradise...