Day 49: Sept 2: Johor Baru to Singapore We woke up early to catch the train in to Singapore in order to avoid another scary city-entering scene like the one in Kuala Lumpur. Unfortunately, the train said, “No Bikes”. And the bus said, “No Bikes.” So we lined up at Singapore Immigration alongside 1000 motorbikers. We were the sole bikers. We had to wait about an hour in a fairly enclosed space and were nearly asphyxiated from all the fumes, as all the motorbikes stayed on, idling. We had no problems at immigration, they just had us fill out a tiny immigration sheet, and continue on. (Although two officials did concur, and decree that I must have been really fat before, judging by my passport picture.) We rode happily and freely across the two-mile long bridge
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