It’s been more than a month and I think I should blog this before it drags on any longer and I forget about it. Anyway, there’s nothing much for me to blog about other than the usual thoughts of ’Chefs are smexy‘ and ‘I want to have my name in the high scores (in Amber’s wii)’.
8 January 2009
It was a normal working day for some, but to us, we were about to go on a holiday! Is it me being evil or was it just too good a chance to not gloat over those poor chaps who could be spending their day in some stuffy old office, answering calls, bitchin’ and such? Or is it me just being me.
It was slightly more than 4 hours worth of bus ride journey to our neighbouring country. Though with our own personal TV and the beautiful scenery (well, there were lots of trees. It is beginning to be a rare sight in Singapore), we were more interested in catching up with our beauty sleep.
Dropped off at Hotel Equatorial; which I quoted from the brochure – A 5-Star international business class hotel that is within walking distance to the main historical, shopping and entertainment districts. The building was awesome. There might be many more other majestic hotels out there, but nothing beats “The Moment Of Comparatively“.
First thing first, put down our luggage before anything else – especially sightseeing. Unfortunately, we did sightseeing more than expected… because we lost our way. Now, you could hardly expect much from a couple of girls who could get lost in a shopping mall, right? And you thought having a guy along would be better. After all, they say “Girls can’t read maps”.
If we take Hotel Equatorial as Spot X and we came from south of X, we followed the road sign “Jonker Walk” and went North. That was when we first came upon MY PARADISE – Jaywalking.
(My paradise – other than knocking down jaywalkers if I’m the driver; is jaywalking when I am not the driver.)
After 10 minutes of walking (maybe more, maybe less), we were tired of walking endlessly. While they pondered over the map under the sun, I stood in the cool shade not more than a couple of steps away from them, and an uncle sat in his car by the roadside staring and secretly laughing at the 2 half baked human potatoes. In the end, we asked him for directions and were told that we were going the wrong direction or something – it’s hard to catch what was said while standing in the shade.
So we went back to X.
And followed what the uncle said/ the map, we went east of X. We saw their orange school buses, their schools, parents picking up their kids, run down hostel houses, empty lots, stalls by the streets, rusty old cars -that to our amazement, still able to move… anything but Jonker Walk. Why?! Because we read the map wrongly.
So we went back to X.
Hi, X, we’re back again. There was only one direction left – west. We got smarter (at long last), Amber went to re-confirm the hotel’s staff if west was the right direction. Friendly people. 
Hey ho, we finally got to Jonker Walk, where our Hostel awaits. Obviously nothing comes so easily. We got lost on Jonker Walk itself. From the start of the street, we wandered to the end of the street. Of course, we can’t get enough of the sun, we went to the next street and got lost there.
And lose ourselves again.
And again. Until Amber called our Hostel.
Number 20 (our hostel) was extremely near the start of Jonker Walk. Well done us!
I had never welcome the cool interior of a building more. Anyway, the interior of Number 20 impressed me. Not that I have not seen it before, I did, online, while looking through the places Amber found suitable. The photos there and reality didn’t differ much.
- The registration counter and hallway to the dining area and room 1 to 4. Front staircase going up to room 5 to 9.
- Computer area.
- TV area. Where we usually see John lying on the black couch. Only that’s Amber in the picture instead of John (if that is his name).
- Sitting area. Books and Magazines! There’s even Monopoly. (You can see the hallway clearer here.)
While John was recording Amber’s personal details, another guy carried a spare mattress up to our room (7). The 3 of us were sharing a room due to various reasons, but well, it was more fun that way. While the guy was tucking in the clean bed sheet and us looking on, he spotted a yellow stain in the middle which we didn’t see.
“This yellow stain here, it is from the detergent. The detergent is yellow. Don’t worry, it is not… sperm.” (Or something along these lines.)
*SNICKER* That thought has never crossed our innocent minds (I am assuming this is the case for FJ too). Maybe because of what the guy said that made us rolled on the bed in stitches when we found that they provided 3 condoms with 3 sets of towels.
Can you spot it? It’s in blue. The condoms, that is.
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All in all, we like Number 20. Let us show our enthusiasm in the following picture.
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We had our lunch at Fomosa Chicken Rice Ball restaurant opposite us. The balls (of rice, you dork!) were smaller than what I had expected. It was like half the size of my fist, while the ones I had in Singapore was the size of my fist.
FJ : I want more rice.
Waitress: How much more?
FJ : … 1 ball?
Amber & day: *snigger*
Waitress : . . . how about the 3 of you share this set – 1/3 chicken and 15 balls of rice?
The meal, with drink, cost 6.20 ringgit.
The food, to me, is only average when the novelty wears off (Amber and FJ might beg to differ – probably both in opposite direction). Well, at least the restaurant looks good (inside).
“There’s a temple opposite you?” – my mum
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Pretty much rejuvenated with food in our stomach, we went to Carrefour to buy some bottled water in case we get thirsty in the hostel. In the end, we bought chips, chewing gum, snacks, cookies, cookies and more cookies.
I was charmed by their shopping basket, the evil creatures above won’t let me pull it for long. They didn’t like the fact that I was so happy whilst pulling the trolley-like basket along and narrowly miss banging into shelves, people and stuff; they’re jealous!
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TBC
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