TIOMAN ISLAND

With our bus departure time only ten minutes away, Kerri and I realise we’re waiting in the wrong place.  At any other bus terminal I’ve been this would not be too traumatic, but this particular bus terminal just over the border from Singapore is ridiculous in its size and volume of buses flowing through.  We’ve been here over two hours and we’ve only realised now….we split up (her blond hair should be easy to spot in a sea of black) and begin our frantic search.  With seconds to spare we locate our beloved bus before taking our seat with still elevated heart rates. Continue reading →