Long weekend trip to Genting

Over the Vesak Day long weekend, my parents, my uncle, aunt, Lucas and I took the coach up to Genting. Normally, I wouldn't be interested to put myself through the horrendous 5 hour (according to my mom) ride up Malaysia... but Lucas had been saying he wanted to go and I had promised that we will go soon. And since hubby will never relent on going with us, I thought I might make the trip while he is away.

So, the morning started with us waking up real early to 'report' at Lavendar MRT. Apparently, we were supposed to leave by 7.30 am. We were there promptly by 7 am. The coach agent was Transtar. We waited and waited. 8.30 am and still no sign of bus. I was really pissed at the lack of professionalism and accountability. No one explained why there was a delay and when we will leave. And when I asked the person-in-charge, the guy brushed me off saying, "wait a while". That really set me off... and I gave him an early morning lashing on being professional, service oriented, accountable, etc etc. It was quite an invigorating start for the morning. I had always love a confrontation, esp. one in which I know I will win. :) We eventually boarded the bus at 10.00 am. But one bad start and like dominoes, the the rest of it is off on the wrong foot. As a result of the delay, we were caught in the Tuas link jam for a long time and then again in Malaysia, somewhere near KL. We only managed to reach Genting at 6.30 pm. 4 hours later than expected.

Up in Genting, the fresh air (as long as you avoid the hordes of walking chimney) is great. The temp was at a nice 16 degrees with cool breeze. Lucas loved the weather although the dryness did cause his nose to peel. Things are not cheap there, even though it is in Ringit. I guess it is the Sentosa of Malaysia so you should expect 'touristy' prices... Even then, my mom and I were flabbergasted when we were charged RM$18 for ONE packet of Chai Fan comprising 2 skinny prawns and 2 choice of veg. My mom couldn't stop harping on the exhorbitant price for the next couple of days.

Lucas enjoyed himself, even though he fell short of the 122 cm height for most of the rides. He was really looking forward to the roller-coaster and other thrill rides. So bumper cars, ferris wheel and the other sedentary rides didn't quite cut it for him. After 1 day of rides and fun, he was ready to go home. Sigh...

In between, we did some shopping and in one of the children's wear outlet, I told Lucas to pick out some clothes for himself. He returned with 4-5 pieces of tops and dresses which he said is for Mei Mei. He refuses to get anything for himself saying that he has enough clothes. Then he put the tops against my tummy and asked the tummy if 'she' likes the clothes. :) I thought that was such a sweet gesture! He is really looking forward to the baby's arrival, maybe even more than me. Throughout the trip, he constantly 'updated' the baby on the rides he is going to take and other happenings.

On the day of our return, we had the fantastic luck of having with us a super experienced F1 driver. He cruised down the slope probably in free gear and at high speed, and made amazingly thrilling sharp turns. Of course, many of our stomachs turned too. Apart from myself, there are another 4-5 people making a symphony of wretching noises. Besides his F1 display, he could also drive with his eyes close for some parts of the highway. An amazing feat which leaves the other 18 pairs of eyes gripped on the road. In those brief moments, I could almost picture the tablod caption of being the unfortunate pregnant lady with a young child caught in a horrific highway accident. Eventually, we reached home just before midnight, totally beat.

The next day, Lucas said he liked Sentosa much better... ... Aiy..., just as well since I cannot imagine having to endure the 10-15 hours of travelling time again.