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Malacca - Malaysia

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After another fantasticly speedy connection from KL via taxi – bus – taxi to Malacca, Malaysia’s Cultural Capital, we checked into a nice enough big room for a bargain price of 28 Ringit. Unfortunately, it didn’t have air con, and the heat was stifling. After walking to reception, my shirt was soaked. Sheesh. We asked yer man to keep an auld air con room for us for the morrow and decided we’d have to make do until then.

We headed out onto hazy streets and found shelter in another shopping mall. It’s no wonder they like to shop a lot in Malaysia & Singapore, it’s too bloody hot to be wandering around anywhere without air conditioning. Phewf.

Later we sweated buckets while trying to use the internet and had a terrible time trying to get some sleep in the heat.

The next morning, we gleefully left our bags in reception while a small man cleaned up an air con room for us. We went out and hit a vegetarian food place – only the second one we’ve been in since we’ve been away. We had some fake chicken with cashew nuts and fake ham sandwiches. The fake chicken was quite good, the ham was a bit plasticky.

Anywho, our new room was fantastic. It was huge, clean, bright, had air con and a bathroom and even had two chairs and some places to hang stuff with plenty of hangers. Holy moly. We decided to stay a few days here before hitting Singapore.

We did more shopping, and went on our own guided tour of Malacca. Malacca was in turn invaded and ruled by the Dutch, the Portuguese and the British (surprise surprise) before finally gaining Independence in 1957. There are lots of different ethnic groups here. Descendents of Chinese and Indians whose ancestors sailed to the port here, more than likely to trade and ended up staying and marrying local women. Some retain their religions but yet dress and speak Malay and the Portuguese-Eurasian group speak their own language but dress a lil Malayish.

We visited St Pauls Church, Christ Church (built by the Portuguese), the Stadthuys (official gaff of the Dutch officers), Chinatown, the Mosque, the oldest Chinese temple in Malaysia and an Indian (chitty) temple. The sweat was pouring off us and into our eyes. We stopped for lunch at a small café that was housed in an old Chinese house. It was huge and had a really cool courtyard in the middle of the house, where we sat and ate our tuna salads/full breakfasts whilst sipping lemon freezes and ice coffees and perusing a Simpsons Comicbook.

Afterwards we continued on with our sightseeing (see above) and bought me an original Orangutan t shirt from the Orangutan House (there were no orangutans there). Jim didn’t want one although I thought the sausage dog one was cool and would have looked very grand on him.

Then it was onto the shop for two large beers and back to our gaf to shower and drink them in the coolness of Paradise.

Later we went for Indian food in Restaurant Dtandori across the road. The owner was a jovial fat man who chatted to us afterwards for hours about politics, Malaysian culture here and questioned us on the troubles in the north. The food there was scrumptious(I’m tired of saying yummy and delicious). I had boneless fish masala – wow. Jim had butter chicken and we split some naan bread, rice and spinach. Roll us home.

Then it pissed rain so we legged it, the thunder and lightening was very loud and very bright and hella cool.

The next day I got an ear infection somehow, I think it may have been from the air conditioning (saint & sinner) and my head swelled up. The pain was humoungus so I slept all day and then tossed and turned with the pain at night.

Still grimacing with pain the next morning, we jumped in a cab at 8.30am to go to the bus stop, only to discover that there was no available bus to Singapore til 12pm. After booking our tickets however, we discovered another ten bus ticketing counters around the corner. doh! They had a bus leaving at ten am. I ran to the first atm - doesn't take plus cards, to the second - out of order, to the third atm - queue of 6 people, indured 20 minutes of ejits unable to use the machine, a weirdo singing 'how do you solve a problem like maria' at me and trunty other smart asses (men always) practising their Engrish phrases on the girl on her own.
The big balls on them all while jimbob's not around. lol ;)
Anywho, it was all to no avail, as the guy at the counter said that the 10am bus was going via Mwoh or somewhere and wouldn't get into Singapore until the same time. *sigh*

So we went to the net cafe and waited.

:)

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Posted by squeakylee 19:35 Archived in Malaysia

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