Taiping Trip, Day 3

After exiting the Museum, we decided to walk our way to the train station. The journey was insanely long, but perhaps immensely fun. Initially I read the map wrong, and led my friends to the wrong route. My bad!

Walking along the road in a overcast day was quite fun, with the exception that we needed to avoid being splashed by water when cars drove by. The road was narrow, watery and a trifle uncomfortable to walk on. Thanks to Gin whose handphone was equipped with GPS system, we were secured from being lost in a city where we were unfamiliar with.

And credit is also given to the main road for being wide, straight and long. We just had to make sure we were walking on the main road and we would reach the train station as long as we kept track on it.

Half way, we saw KFC. Hungry, all of us went into the shop and dined. It looked funny though, went to Taiping but took KFC for dinner.

Then we continued our journey. Frankly there wasn't many things in Taiping to see. While walking along the stretch of road, what we saw were those ordinary shops that could be found everywhere. Looked like BM town, honestly.

We reached the train station safe and sound. Pretty early though. Our train was scheduled to depart on 7.20pm, but we reached the station around 6.00pm, and we had about an hour and 30 minutes to spare. We sat on the bench there playing mobile phones.

And here comes the anticlimax: that idiotic workers there dropped us a bombshell: all train services were cancelled!

We took a double take, had our mouth agape, and registered the cruel fact and remained thunderstruck. We were at lost for a moment for we had no transport to go back then. Trying to stay calm - but failed - we talked to the workers there and he said he could not do anything. Tickets would be refund.

We were figuring a way to escape from this predicament when Yiet Hean suddenly remembered he had a cousin living in Taiping. Painstakingly he managed to contact them and we sighed with relief for a moment. We hoped they could bring us to the bus station in Kamunting and then from there we board a bus and returned home.

And we did - thanks to Yiet Hean's cousin.

We reached the train station at 7pm and took the bus that departed at 7.10pm for fear we could not go back if we delayed. Thank goodness we managed to buy the ticket.

The rest seems unnecessary to talk about. Apparently, train station in Malaysia sucks. No wonder the service isn't extremely welcomed and sought after.