Today's activity was a day trip to Malacca, Malaysia. It was a 3.5 hour one-way trip, but I thought it was worth the time and not just because I'm a passport stamp hog. Our guide was quite the Malaysia booster and he rattled off statistics and history about the country which I liked (but didn't impress Fe or the kids). Lunch was a buffet at the Equatorial Hotel, a pretty fancy place. Kids and five-star hotels are like oil and water, though. Jason ate a bit better than Kyle (who barely had anything) and both wanted to start with dessert. I have vague memories of putting my parents through this, so it's payback time I guess.
Jason and Kyle at the Malaysia Border (Johor State)

Pedicab
Roadside mosque, Malaysia (along the E2)
I was surprised by how well things looked in Malaysia. The tour guide's enthusiasm must have been infectious because I'm thinking of coming back some time, maybe to visit Kuala Lumpur.
1100pm (local time)
Remember at the beginning of the story when I said I didn't believe in omens? We arrived at Changi airport in plenty of time for our 1225am flight. But when we tried to check our luggage in, the attendant said we couldn't board witout seeing the tickets for our flight to the US. We didn't have those tickets with us, they were back in Cebu. It seems that this is a Phillipine immigration rule for Filipinos like Fe who have a passport from another country. Her sister was OK since she lives in the Philippines (with a Philippine passport), so she went ahead. Me, Fe and the kids wet back to town to a budget hotel, Hotel 81. I think something is wrong with me because normally this would drive me crazy. Maybe I've achieved a true Zen state. Or maybe I'm learning the SE Asian laid back attitude. It's probably just a quiet ulcer.
5/29/2007
1030am (local time)
Spent some time in Little India on our first extra day in Singapore. Lots of gold on display, and Fe got some for her family. There was also a sort of bazaar in this section with clothes, food, shoes..all kinds of things. Jason had to go to the bathroom here and I waited while he went into a stall. Next I heard, "Daddy the toilets are low in here...real low!" Turns out they were squat toilets. Luckily for him, there was one stall with a regular toilet. I knew this trip would be educational for him.
Boys at a Little India playground
Little India Street

5/31/2007
815am (local time)
We never got on a Cebu Pacific flight back to the Philippines. I'll never fly them again. I had to buy tickets on Silk Air to Cebu for today, in order to make our flight back to the US. This little adventure's getting expensive--I'm pretty sure I have the ulcer now. Anyway, we used the extra two days to do more sightseeing.
700pm (local time)
Finally back in Cebu, and it's a relief to know we'll make the connecting flights home. We'll be leaving on her dad's birthday, which I feel bad about, but that's the way the schedule fell. I feel worse since we spent that extra time in Singapore instead of with her family. I sent an e-mail to Cebu Pacific's customer service asking if we could get a refund on the return portion of our ticket--we'll see how that goes.
6/3/2007
So do I have any final thoughts on the vacation? Just that it was a good time with the family--even with the airline trouble--which I'm sure the kids will remember. And that (believe it or not) I was glad to get home.
It's 67 F (19 C) in Carlisle, PA...








Center of Attention
Grandmother and Great Aunt (we call them both "Lola")





Boats off Shore



