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Melaka (Malacca), Malaysia

Singapore to Melaka (Malacca), Malaysia by train

Written by Joshua Fuglsang on .


Diesel powered Malaysian train pulled in to Tampin station
Diesel powered Malaysian train pulled in to Tampin station - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang


The is an ac­count of my over­land jour­ney from Sin­ga­pore to Mela­ka (Malac­ca) us­ing lo­cal trans­port in March 2018. The jour­ney starts in Sin­ga­pore, cross­es the fa­mous Jo­hor-Sin­ga­pore cause­way, be­fore trav­el­ling through the Malay coun­try­side by the old diesel pow­ered trains. The jour­ney took most of the day, and is far more in­volved than catch­ing a pri­vate bus, but is en­joy­able and com­fort­able. Hap­py read­ing!

Singapore to Melaka

Long day to­day. Com­menced with an ear­ly start: a 5:30am alarm, break­ing the seren­i­ty of the messy dor­mi­to­ry. Soon I was up and rough­ly pack­ing my bag. I was out the door one hour lat­er; with a break­fast of toast smeared with sweet, ar­ti­fi­cial jam in my bel­ly; to pow­er me through the day. First thing was mak­ing the 30km stretch be­tween Chi­na­town on the south of Sin­ga­pore, to the cause­way on the north.

I got to the plat­form; but it was the wrong one! I quick­ly find the prop­er plat­form about one hun­dred me­tres away. A sil­ly mis­take. Luck­i­ly once I ar­rived the train was al­ready sit­ting there, with doors wide open beck­on­ing me on­wards. Some­thing was wrong; the train wasn’t mov­ing. I looked up at the screen and there was a mes­sage: “This train will stop here for a short while. We are sor­ry for the de­lay.”. The fa­mous­ly punc­tu­al MRT was im­po­lite­ly tardy. Just my luck. The train, sup­posed to take twen­ty min­utes in to­tal, was paus­ing for five min­utes at ev­ery stop and apol­o­gis­ing, and there were ten to fif­teen stops left to go! A young fam­i­ly op­po­site me is ar­gu­ing, blam­ing each oth­er for the de­lay, for what was an event im­pos­si­ble to pre­dict. Ob­vi­ous­ly they are at risk of miss­ing their con­nec­tion too.

An hour lat­er the train reach­es my stop, I am pre­pared, wait­ing by the im­pec­ca­bly clean doors of the Sin­ga­pore­an metro to open. They open and I burst through, rush­ing up the es­ca­la­tor to catch the next bus. I tap on and ex­hale a sigh of re­lief, its still pos­si­ble to catch the sched­uled train across the cause­way to­wards Malaysia. Too late I re­alise that the bus is go­ing in the wrong di­rec­tion. An­oth­er mis­take. In my haste I read on­ly the bus num­ber, and didn’t pay at­ten­tion to the di­rec­tion of trav­el. Five min­utes af­ter board­ing I press the stop but­ton, de­part from the bus, and cross to the oth­er side of the road to catch the bus go­ing in the cor­rect di­rec­tion. At the bus stop I scan the sign, it says that the bus I need to catch de­parts ev­ery ten to fif­teen min­utes. That is too slow! I will def­i­nite­ly miss my con­nect­ing train now, that’s a shame, I have just lost $5 SGD. Not the end of the world, but I was look­ing for­ward to catch­ing the fa­mous shut­tle train be­tween the two na­tions.

Entrance to the Woodlands Checkpoint
En­trance to the Wood­lands Check­point - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

The bus ar­rived at the check­point at 8:33am, my train de­part­ed three min­utes ago. Such a shame. I walk through the check­point and go through cus­toms. Film­ing part of the away, an im­mi­gra­tion of­fi­cer in plain clothes stops me and says I can’t film and gets me to delete the files. Luck­i­ly I didn’t get a fine. Soon I am through cus­toms and board a bus cross­ing the cause­way. I missed the train but luck­i­ly a bus leaves ev­ery few min­utes. I tap on with my Sin­ga­pore­an metro pass for a fi­nal time, with just three dol­lars left of the card.

On the bus over the Johor-Singapore Causeway
On the bus over the Jo­hor-Sin­ga­pore Cause­way - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

The cause­way cross­ing is nice, very pris­tine; well looked af­ter, like most of the Sin­ga­pore­an in­fra­struc­ture. Af­ter just five min­utes the bus un­loads its pas­sen­gers on to Malaysian soil. I tap off and the screen flash­es at me, warn­ing me that I have gone in to neg­a­tive quo­ta. I dare say I will owe the Sin­ga­pore­an gov­ern­ment 30c for quite some time. They won’t no­tice the dif­fer­ence. I fol­low the signs to Malaysian im­mi­gra­tion, they stamp my pass­port, and let me through in to their coun­try. Malaysia, un­like many coun­tries in South East Asia, has a very friend­ly visa: three months of trav­el for free, with a visa on ar­rival. Ah, so good! If on­ly ev­ery coun­try was like this. They are se­ri­ous about de­vel­op­ing their tourism in­dus­try, it seems. Ex­haust­ed, I get a cof­fee while I wait for my next train to ar­rive: a five hour, lo­cal train from Jo­hor Bahru Sen­tral to Tampin, the near­est train stop to Mela­ka, my fi­nal des­ti­na­tion. It is now 9:10am and my next train is at 10:00am. I have some time to re­lax, en­joy my Kopi C, and write some notes in my jour­nal.

The Malaysian coun­try­side flash­es past my win­dow in a blur of lush green trop­i­cal for­est and pro­vin­cial town­ships. The view is beau­ti­ful from my seat on one of the last diesel-pow­ered trains in the coun­try, the rest hav­ing been up­grad­ed and re­placed with mod­ern elec­tric sys­tems. I while I way the time writ­ing; watch­ing In­di­an Jones; and chat­ting to a Malay man who fought next to Aus­tralians on the Malaysian penin­su­lar in WW2, a con­flict which lead to the loss of Sin­ga­pore to the Ja­pa­nese and the sub­ju­ga­tion for lo­cal pop­u­lace for three years.

First meal in Malaysia - Roti Canai!
First meal in Malaysia - Roti Canai! - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

Five hours lat­er and I am in Tampin, the last sta­tion on the line. Un­for­tu­nate­ly there is no longer a con­nec­tion to Mela­ka, the old line like was de­stroyed in the war and nev­er re­built. So, I have to find lo­cal trans­port to the his­toric city. I ask a lo­cal and he de­scribes the way to the bus stop, it’s a twen­ty minute walk away. Walk­ing through the town I get many cu­ri­ous stares, to which I smile and nod. Pos­si­bly I am the on­ly trav­eller in the town. Soon I find the sta­tion con­course, and ask the lo­cal at­ten­dant when the next bus to Mela­ka is due. He says he doesn’t know, but it’ll prob­a­bly be here a lit­tle af­ter 4pm, it is now 3:40pm. I ask him if the shop across the road has good meals, he nods and says to watch out for a pur­ple bus. My first prop­er meal since 6:00am, a roti canai and a teh terek for less than $1.5, and a great in­tro­duc­tion to Malaysian eat­ing, roti canai be­ing one of the most fa­mous Malay dish­es.

The bus concourse in Tampin
The bus con­course in Tampin - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

The fi­nal bus of the day is a bright pur­ple bus filled with lo­cals. The wom­en wear­ing their tra­di­tion­al mus­lim hi­jab, the men wear­ing t-shirts, shorts and san­dals. All are watch­ing me in­tense­ly. I sit at the front of the bus on a seat with a sticky floor, com­plete­ly caked with what ap­pears to be ice cream. I pay it no mind, and watch the scenery as we drive through Malay streets and soon the Malay coun­try­side. Even­tu­al­ly the bus sets me down at Mela­ka Sen­tral, un­for­tu­nate­ly not so cen­tral be­ing five kilo­me­tres from the his­toric town. Tired, I de­cide to pay a taxi driv­er to car­ry me the fi­nal stretch of my jour­ney. In the front seat of the cab is a girl of five curled in the foetal po­si­tion, her moth­er, the cab driv­er, pays her some at­ten­tion through­out the trip. Soon the mod­ern build­ings of the Malay city make way for the his­toric colo­nial streets of the old town. Ex­haust­ed, I check in to the first back­pack­ers that I see, and re­lax.


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Four Days in Melaka

Lanterns in a Melaka Chinese Temple
Lanterns in a Mela­ka Chi­nese Tem­ple - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

In the next ar­ti­cle I spend four days in the his­toric colo­nial city Mela­ka. Read about it here here.




Here you will find articles on an ambitious plan to travel from Singapore to Morocco overland, i.e. without flying.

I will use buses and trains to travel through South East Asia, China, Mongolia, Russia, and Europe.

Read about The Plan So Far.