We were fortunate enough to have a friend of a friend living in Malaysia so we decided to head straight to Kuala Lumpur from Singapore. We spent a full day hanging out in our host's apartment trying to lock down the logistics of crossing the border into Malaysia and yet, somehow, we still managed to come up short. We read somewhere online that there was a public bus that takes locals back and forth across the border, so we packed our bags and caught a cab to the bus station.
The hard part's over, right? We figured out the public bus. Win. We managed to figure out the mad shuffle that happens at immigration. Double win. But now we're sitting on the same bus from Singapore, driving down a dark road in southern Malaysia with very little idea as to where we are headed. I ask the guy I'm sitting next to if we are headed to another bus station. Instead of answering, he asks me if I am Ethiopian (a question I get a lot) and exactly how sure I am about i