This was our first family vacation. I've traveled alone, with MMW, with Aanya, but the first for all three of us as family. And we traveled abroad from abroad! (I think the mole on Aanya's ankle has something to do with this!) After a lot of internet surfing and consultation with friends, it was decided that Genting Highlands and Kuala Lumpur would be good as a first. We had our itinerary fixed for 3N/4D including travel time.
I was as organised as a bee and ready to leave the house 15 minutes before time. Imagine that! Barring the slight faux pas in the bus which was resolved soon, it was an extremely comfortable journey. Aanya slept through most of it, MMW read through all of it and i enjoyed the scenes from my window. We moved from concrete jungle to luscious green. The housing structures really excited me. Row houses with gabled roofs. But that was only in the town area. High rises, condos and city scrapers were back as we moved further in.
The shocking part was now. When we had to check in to the hotel at Genting. The hotel is listed in the Guiness book of world records for it has 6114 rooms. There was a queue for the token for the check in counter. We checked in an hour and half later. Freshened up. Spent the entire evening in the indoor amusement area. Aanya slept through our venture at Ripley's Believe it or not, screamed and cried her head out at the Haunted adventure, loved the horsie on the carousel, and the wouldn't stop ringing the bell on the toy train!
The next day we left for KL. Easy check in. Lovely room. Rested for a bit and went out shopping. I wasn't very impressed with the city though. We were warned by everyone to be careful of thieves and robbers. There was beggary and bad roads and disobeying traffic. Maybe if i had gone from India, it wouldn't have struck me much, but since Singapore is a better maintained country, i felt the difference. Yet again, all the tourist attractions were very well maintained. No scribbling on the walls or littering or any other nonsense for that matter.
The next two days were good fun. We took a guided city tour, tried street food and local beer and had our share of relaxation in the hotel too. Whenever Aanya was bored, she would somehow huddle up in her stroller and say 'tah-tah'. One time she even brought us our shoes one by one and said 'tah-tah'!!! Apart from troubling with her meals once in a while, she was an angel. It may sound gross to some, but she always did potty in the room. Never once during travel! (all mums will understand my apprehension about potty.)
Which brings me to the one incident i've been meaning to write about for a long time. A few months back, we were three women travelling with one baby from Amritsar to Delhi. On the seat behind us was an Indian gentleman with two young girls. A toddler and another about 4-5 year old. He had come all the way from Germany with his daughters while his German wife was back home. He was on vacation. Doing everything for the girls. Feeding, changing diapers, putting them to sleep, entertaining them throughout the journey. Patiently. And his journey would not ending in Delhi. He would travel back to Germany the same way. Hats off man!!!
I was extremely apprehensive about travelling from Delhi to Singapore alone with Aanya. She was not even a year old then. Good luck prevailed and she slept through the entire journey. (The gentleman sitting beside me even complimented me for having such a well behaved baby, little did he know!!!) And this time again, even though MMW was around and we took turns to entertain her on our way back from KL, it was quite a task. I sang all the nursery rhymes i know, showed her the various cars and buses and trees and clouds, played with tom numerous times, gave her body part lessons, animal sound lessons and what not, and even then the seven hours seemed like ages.
That guys courage will always set an example. Especially during journeys...
I was as organised as a bee and ready to leave the house 15 minutes before time. Imagine that! Barring the slight faux pas in the bus which was resolved soon, it was an extremely comfortable journey. Aanya slept through most of it, MMW read through all of it and i enjoyed the scenes from my window. We moved from concrete jungle to luscious green. The housing structures really excited me. Row houses with gabled roofs. But that was only in the town area. High rises, condos and city scrapers were back as we moved further in.
The shocking part was now. When we had to check in to the hotel at Genting. The hotel is listed in the Guiness book of world records for it has 6114 rooms. There was a queue for the token for the check in counter. We checked in an hour and half later. Freshened up. Spent the entire evening in the indoor amusement area. Aanya slept through our venture at Ripley's Believe it or not, screamed and cried her head out at the Haunted adventure, loved the horsie on the carousel, and the wouldn't stop ringing the bell on the toy train!
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| Waiting for our turn to check-in |
The next two days were good fun. We took a guided city tour, tried street food and local beer and had our share of relaxation in the hotel too. Whenever Aanya was bored, she would somehow huddle up in her stroller and say 'tah-tah'. One time she even brought us our shoes one by one and said 'tah-tah'!!! Apart from troubling with her meals once in a while, she was an angel. It may sound gross to some, but she always did potty in the room. Never once during travel! (all mums will understand my apprehension about potty.)
Which brings me to the one incident i've been meaning to write about for a long time. A few months back, we were three women travelling with one baby from Amritsar to Delhi. On the seat behind us was an Indian gentleman with two young girls. A toddler and another about 4-5 year old. He had come all the way from Germany with his daughters while his German wife was back home. He was on vacation. Doing everything for the girls. Feeding, changing diapers, putting them to sleep, entertaining them throughout the journey. Patiently. And his journey would not ending in Delhi. He would travel back to Germany the same way. Hats off man!!!
I was extremely apprehensive about travelling from Delhi to Singapore alone with Aanya. She was not even a year old then. Good luck prevailed and she slept through the entire journey. (The gentleman sitting beside me even complimented me for having such a well behaved baby, little did he know!!!) And this time again, even though MMW was around and we took turns to entertain her on our way back from KL, it was quite a task. I sang all the nursery rhymes i know, showed her the various cars and buses and trees and clouds, played with tom numerous times, gave her body part lessons, animal sound lessons and what not, and even then the seven hours seemed like ages.
That guys courage will always set an example. Especially during journeys...
I was wondering when that German dad would show up here. He really was amazing, despite the tantrums, he handled the whole situation so well. It's good to know Kole Bear is making her father dance, more power to the little one
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