The lady finished her speech and obviously was in for saying goodbye. We didn't expect much money, but even the little was a quite interesting for our low-cost travelling. We took in breath, pulled on our smiling faces and started again. After the third round Mrs. Kind kicked us out.

     Eva take a strategic defensive position in the chair by the door designated for waiting customers and I headed for information point of the shopping mall. I do not know what happened to me, probably I got really fed up with Mrs. Kind, however, I asked the information service to call police. For a while we were communicating using our hands and legs, if they really should have called cops, but they called somewhere after all.

     I came back to the travel agency, we started to play the same song for the fourth time telling them, that the police is coming. No one believed us, neither even ourselves, perhaps. We were becoming quiet upset, when suddenly two cops appeared in the doorway, dressed in black uniforms with regular revolvers at their waists, in short, no pussy guys at all! Hard to say who was more consternated, if it was us or our lovely Mrs. Kind. Nevertheless, we kept our face and began to sing the same song for the fifth time boldly. The arguing gathered its intensity again, but we felt like standing up for our rights, ergo we had no fear :-) The officers were exchanging their views with Mrs. Proprietor for a while and she resigned ultimately. 

     Happy, that they solved the dispute without having to shoot, policemen left.  The debate about the way of compensation took up. Over and over complications and confusions. We were jumping up like jacks in the box again and finally we let an assistant of Mrs. Kind to see us to the Philippine Airlines office, where they confirmed the fecundations smiling and without any troubles. Our dear Mr. Kind just wanted to keep the money-back for her. There was not any other difficulty about that at all.
 
     It was a great lesson of assertivity, even if we fought out only promise that money will be sent by cheque to the address in Czech Republic. However, the cheque really arrived, to get cash was another anabasis, but it was paid eventually.

     We were quite tired, the same like you after getting through the previous passage, when we started to look for a connection to Melaka in Malaysia shortly after lunch. We were rambling through Singapore centre for one hour and our spirits was descending quite quickly. In the bus to Johor Bahru, where the crossing point to Malaysia is, we barely could stagger. We were looking for available seats in the crowded bus, when the driver started shouting at us wrathfully ... probably we didn't pay extra fee for our bags.

     All at once,  it was too much for Eva somehow, so she began to swear in Czech, quite breezy: ...mother fuc....lick your as ... ... ... " and so on. It did her very good! After a while she started to smile again. We sat us down in the very end of the bus.

     "Do you happen to be Czechs?" was heard from the spot next to us. And this is how we met David and Lukas Tonner's, Czech-Canadians’ guys, living permanently in South East Asia, this time going to Thailand. They travelled with us a bit of way, to Johor Bahru. Coincidence of circumstances gave us an opportunity to meet them again eight months later in Bangkok and get to know their superb mom Marie, but that is another story....

     Tired, but happy that we got new friends, we were heading for Melaka by bus, a former Dutch port, just to take a rest after travelling across Java and Sumatra. Ufffffff.

Tomas,
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