One nearby museum was the National Museum and I decide to make that my quarry. I'm so glad I did. It has an extremely well presented overview of the history of Singapore that drives home the vision that has underpinned the island's prosperity as well as emphasising the fact that this prosperity is only recent and probably even now not evenly distributed . But in the past! Imagine being a Chinese rickshaw driver, dulling the pain with opium. The Japanese invasion is carefully dealt with and must make Japanese visitors here feel about as welcome as Americans in Vietnam.
With each room of the museum, I became increasingly aware that I needed to head off, collect my bags and go to Johor Bahru across the border. So bag on back, I set off on the MRT for Woodlands. Arriving I looked around for signs of a border. There were none. I asked. A slip of paper told me the bus to catch to get where I needed. To cut a long story short, I got a bus immediately, got to the border, went swiftly though Singapore emigration and Malaysia immigration and just made my 17.00 train for the five minute journey across the causeway.
Everything I had read said Johor Bahru was not somewhere you'd ant to spent a holiday. They were right. There didn't seem to be anything worth seeing at all and I elected to have a quiet meal and read a book before my 22.30 train.
For reasons unknown this ended up being 23.30 but all was well that ended well. It was a proper flat-bed sleeper in a dorm-like carriage. The light stayed on but the someone dimmed it and I slept fitfully to the outskirts of KL
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