Salamat Datang!

It's happy hour right now at our house with music provided by Megan. She's singing herself to sleep. I'll be joining her soon in la la land as I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open, but I just had to blog about our latest adventure to the country north of us.

After dropping the kids off at a friend's house on Friday ("Mommy, when are you going to leave?") we packed our car and drove to the border. We hit a bit of a snag when we didn't have the departure document we didn't know we needed. We parked our car, filled out the forms, and Erik went and stood in line (with the cars) to get us into Malaysia. Salamat Datang! (Welcome!) We saw signs that said that everyone. They're a very welcoming people, those Malaysians.

We assumed we would spend a little time driving around lost, which we did, but it didn't take too long to get on the right road. Our destination: Pulai Desaru Golden Beach Resort. We'd heard it was anywhere from 45 minutes to 2 1/2 hours away from Singapore so we drove without any concept of when we'd get there. The drive was beautiful, despite seeing our first monkey road kill.

Since it is the monsoon season, we seemed to be the only people there. Literally. It was a bit creepy actually, like everyone knew something we didn't. But that night we had the best dinner we've had in a long time (I'm a lousy, uncreative cook). We took a walk on the beach after dinner, then drove into "town" hoping for some kind of a night market (we later found out that they call markets "mini klan klan" or that's how it sounds at least). We found only local stores and restaurants so all that surfaced from our outing was some giant posterboard and a pack of oreos.