We'll be heading back to Singapore this afternoon and may just give our recently acquired GPS device a bit of a run - a birthday present from the Missus actually - for its entertainment value. We used it three or four times in KL and came to enjoy completely contradicting its odder instructions - of which there were quite a few. The device seemed to have no idea at all how to navigate on Bukit Antarabangsa, on which our house is situated, usually ordering us to go in the opposite direction from that required. But it was amazingly patient, simply telling us to turn the car around at the first opportunity, and not complaining when we didn't. Mind you, that's possibly because by that time we switched it off, to put it out of its misery.
Our device comes with two voices, male and female. We opted for the female as being gentler on the ear. But she didn't seem to have much idea of how to pronounce Malaysian place names, which is where much of the entertainment came for us. Her attempts at Petaling Jaya and Gombak were a hoot. I know it was cruel of us to mock, but she didn't seem to take it badly. And, after all, you'd hardly consider these dreadful tongue-twisters. As far as I'm aware, they sound how they look.
Anyway, we'd better prepare something to occupy us in what I suspect will be an ultra-long jam on the way in to the Malaysian checkpoint. I'm still recovering, mentally, from the three-hour jam coming over of a couple of weeks back. Wish us luck.
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