Made it to Sungai Golok today. Immigration and Customs were all good, except for one Person on the Malaysian Immigration (which is usually the easiest for me), who was an excellent tropical version of Little Britain’s Receptionist, Carol. She complained that I didn’t stop at the (unmarked) Immigration booth. I responded that I just followed the 500 other motorcyclists barreling down what seemed like an advanced riding school obstacle course, and that nobody appeared to be present. She told me that was a lie, and so I asked directions to the cunningly-disguised booth. She waved generally towards the South China Sea. I found the booth, with a nice Immigration officer, and she did nothing, but told me to go to Counter 11, which was my old friend, who6hen Set about grumpily doing the job she was meant to in the first place.
I did manage to cause a stir when I dropped my pen cap down the back of the fingerprint machine in Thai Immigration, and then proceeded to shake it to get it out. I’m surprised anyone lets me in anywhere...