Just wanted to share my experience on a solo trip to Johor Bahru by bus.
This trip was a last minute thing so I could not find any kaki to go with me.
I decided to leave the car at home and take the bus route on this trip.
I set off at 7.15am on Saturday, 28 March morning. Took a bus to Parkway Parade bus stop to catch the 966 Trans Island bus to Woodlands Bus Interchange. From there, I board service number 911 to the Woodlands Checkpoint.
Breezed through custom and immigration. Then I boarded SBS 170 and went over to JB. Breezed through custom and immigration again. Walked across the bridge to City Square. It was still closed as it was only 9.30am. Had to do a detour to the taxi stand.
Walked to the taxi stand and went to the hairdressing salon and the ride costs me RM6. I went for breakfast of wanton mee first. I love the noodles swathed in the black sauce and chilli. And loads of pickled green chili. A pity the coffee shop does not serve teh C.
After brekkie, I went to get a two-hour massage (RM100) and my hair washed and coloured (RM60).
I took a 15min brisk walk to the Lien Ho shopping complex (thats where I get my cheongsam done) and did some window shopping. Had a plate of fresh fruits and did my walkabout after that. It was already 2pm and time for lunch. I decided to walk down to the famous bak kut teh shop. Had a pot (comes in small clay pots) of the soup. Ordered a serving of chicken cooked in ginger and wine. After the bak kut teh, I had to da bao the whole serving cos the soup was a big serving. Lunch cost RM14.30 (including a bowl of rice).
I decided to buy three of the paper wrap herbal chicken (RM13 each) which my daughters and my nieces and nephews enjoy. Then I made my way to the main road. Boarded bus 10B which took me back to City Square. I decided to walk the mall for an hour. By then, it was already 5pm and I was tired with all the walking. I headed home. It was a breeze through again and then I boarded SBS 170 back to Singapore.
This is when the drama begins. Immigration, no problem until I reached the custom. I placed my back pack and my carrier bag to be scanned. Then the officer spotted my chickens and told his colleagues to search my bag. Then she pulled out the chickens and it went like this:
Officer: Do you know its an offence to bring in chickens into Singapore.
Me: Yes, I know but my sisters always buy me this chicken when they go to JB (I forgot they went by car)
Officer: You mean you knew it is an offence and you still do it.
Me: Yes, I mean no. I thought if it is cooked and with herbs some more, its ok to bring it over.
Officer: No you cannot whether its raw or cooked. I have to throw the chickens away.
Me: (Then my eyes started to turn red and tear – the hum bao cry baby).
Officer: Dont cry when I am talking to you (not serious reprimanding tone).
Me: (I started to cry)Its very malu to cry but the chickens cost me RM39 and its a lot of money. I have many children at home and the chicken was their dinner. And I kept saying the chicken cost a lot.
Officer: (Turns to her colleague) Apa macam, dia menangis. (Turns to me) Next time you cannot bring chicken in again.
Me: I promise next time I wont do it again. If I do, you can summon me. But please dont throw my chickens away.
Officer: This time I let you go but dont let me catch you buying chicken back because I will send you straight to the office.
Me: Thank you thank you very much.
I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could before she changes her mind. The more I think about the what if’s, the more scared I am.
I took 911 to my sister’s place to give her two chickens and brought the third one home for my girls. By the time I reached home, it was 7.45pm.
I am telling my story so as to warn those intending to bring in chicken, dead or alive, to think carefully.
It was an eye opener and an adventure for me.
I am thinking of doing it again, I mean my solo trip to JB, minus the chickens heee!