Planes, trains and automobiles.

After a healthy breakfast of coffee and Berocca, we set off for Sydney in the pre-dawn gloom. Our dream run down took a slight detour when we hit the Airport, and by that I mean being literally diverted through a series of car parks and taxi drop-off spots before reaching our destination. The fully automated check-in and Customs point were all on the blink (much to the stubborn disbelief of the staff we approached for assistance), but I did manage to score a full body scan - so I'd like to think karmic payback took place - some things cannot be unseen.

The plane journey itself was relatively uneventful, although Jen took on a greenish caste during the latter half of the journey. We queued for around 35 minutes for someone to look at our passports, but were then simply waved through when we reached Customs bag search area. After collecting our check-in luggage, we spotted a pop-up shop that sold SIM cards, so started chatting to the enterprising young lady. This eventuated into us purchasing the SIM card, 5 MRT Tourist Passes, as well as a respectful mound of discounted tickets to virtually all the attractions in the country. An older gentleman queuing behind us slowly lost his mind over the time we were taking to complete our business - despite another outlet being around 9 metres away.

Jen's own, personal Gravitron.

We grabbed the sky rail across to the MRT (railway line), and managed to leap upon the right train, swapping between lines like pros (that and our lost expressions brought innately helpful people out of the woodwork). The MRT is seriously clean, which may be explained by the $500 fine for eating or drinking, with even higher fines for smoking and flammable liquid. Included in this axis of evil was the prohibition of... the Durian fruit. So abhorrent this must be to the good folk of the MRT, they couldn't even bring themselves to place a numbered penalty on this level of transgression. Jen nearly blew a hole in our budget by absently fishing a boiled lolly out of her backpack. Fortunately, my look of horror was enough to warn off the perp, and the lolly was once again banished to the depths of Jen's bag. 

We've managed to locate our accommodation, the air-conditioning a major plus. Lily was particularly rapt that there was a channel showing the A-League (not that she's sports-obsessed at all).