12/10/09: Singapore to Malaysia
[Editor’s note: Merry Christmas!]
I used to be a cheap person. That is, until I met Zhou. From that day forward I became a “closet cheapo,” because in order to woo my now wife I had to take her to nice restaurants every now and then. The system worked well as she agreed to marry me, assuming that we’d continue to eat out at nice restaurants. Then we began planning this trip and my Scrooge-ness was once again able to rear its ugly head all the time. When you’re not earning an income, you can’t be spending as if you were. The one exception: make sure you spend enough to prevent your wife from throwing up.
Last night was our first overnight train trip of our world travels and it also happened to kick off my 25th birthday. As a celebration we decided to save $12 apiece and not upgrade from the uncomfortable economy class seats to the luxurious sleeper cabins. I felt like Kevin in Home Alone walking past the joyous families eating Christmas dinner as we walked the length of the train past the sleeper cabins. Everyone looked so happy and relaxed, like they were modeling for a Tempurpedic advertisement or something. Not us though – we walked on and on toward the black hole that was the front of the train.
After locking up all our bags to our backward-facing chairs, we both did our best to get comfortable and eventually got some sleep. By the time we arrived in Kuala Lumpur though, Zhou was feeling like she just took her malaria medicine without eating first. We don’t know if it was the bumpiness of the ride, the fact that we were sitting backward or the smelliness of my feet, but she made it about fifteen minutes off the train and then her watermelon dessert from the night before decided to find a new home in a trash can.
The moral of the story? Kids, if you need to spend a few extra dollars to be comfortable while traveling the world, do it. In five years when you’re making millions of dollars, the $25 you saved on the train ride is not going to make a huge difference.
Thought of the Day: Is it wrong for me to be angry at the guy who leans his seat back into my knees on a woefully limited-legroom vehicle, or is that space rightfully his?
Pictures of the Day: The difference between my and Zhou’s heights has never been more evident than when standing before the Petronas Twin Towers.