I’m on a train, on the way to the border. Because of yet another pointless dispute between Singapore and Malaysia, we’ve already officially entered Malaysia (this happened at the train station) but we’ll have to get off the train and walk through Singapore emigration in a few minutes. I think that means that legally speaking we’re in two countries at once.
I’m in a dorm-style sleeping car. Mom and Dad have a private compartment at the other end of the train — I tried to find them a few minutes ago but their door must be closed and I didn’t want to wake up every passenger in search for them, so I just ducked into a random empty compartment and took photos there. It’s small, but quite a bit bigger (and nicer) than the room I rented with Aric in Tokyo. And it has a private bathroom!
