The Long Road Home

We've been very lucky over the last three years or so in terms of having easy journeys to and from Malaysia, so it was only fair, I suppose, that we should suffer for once coming back to Singapore from Melaka today. Our journey to Melaka late on Saturday afternoon was uneventful, but we'd noted the long queue of traffic coming from the south to Kuala Lumpur, and this was an omen of things to come.

The highway down to JB was crowded with bumper to bumper traffic and made even slower by the fairly frequent accidents, marked by cars pulled over onto the hard shoulder. Then it was time for the crossing at Tuas. As usual the Malaysia side managed things highly efficiently with the big jam taking place at the Singapore end. For some reason the papers here rarely mention this state of affairs and it certainly goes against all the usual stereotypes.

Anyway we endured a four and three quarter hour epic, only to arrive back for what is looking, at the time of writing, like a major disaster at Old Trafford. It's certainly good not to be in Manchester at this moment.