On Monday I took the 2 hour bus journey from Kuala Lumpur to Melaka and booked into a very comfortable small hotel. After a short walk around I wondered if there may not be enough to do for four days but it’s now grown on me. The town centre is relatively small but there are numerous large hotels and shopping malls and small museums. I think it really comes to life at weekends when I believe a lot of people from KL and Singapore come and spend the weekend.
For me Melaka is better than Georgetown as its more laid back and cleaner.
The first evening there was heavy down pour, and I was forced to take refuge in bar where I got talking to a whole range of people. First a young Dutchman called Uri, who’d just come from China to renew his visa before going to back to complete his time in hotel management traineeship. Then an Australian couple, the bloke (forgotten their names) had fought in Vietnam and also based nearby in Malaysia. Then finally met up with a Scotsman called Patrick who lives in Norwich, married to Malay woman for 20 years. He’s filling in time while she has gone on a Buddhist retreat up in the hills.
Eventually the rain stopped and staggered back to my hotel. And went out for evening dinner, where upon I met Patrick again. We now keep bumping into each other (Melaka’s not so big) so we now regularly share buckets of beer.
For me Melaka is better than Georgetown as its more laid back and cleaner.
The first evening there was heavy down pour, and I was forced to take refuge in bar where I got talking to a whole range of people. First a young Dutchman called Uri, who’d just come from China to renew his visa before going to back to complete his time in hotel management traineeship. Then an Australian couple, the bloke (forgotten their names) had fought in Vietnam and also based nearby in Malaysia. Then finally met up with a Scotsman called Patrick who lives in Norwich, married to Malay woman for 20 years. He’s filling in time while she has gone on a Buddhist retreat up in the hills.
Eventually the rain stopped and staggered back to my hotel. And went out for evening dinner, where upon I met Patrick again. We now keep bumping into each other (Melaka’s not so big) so we now regularly share buckets of beer.
Tomorrow, Friday, I move on to Singapore. The final stop on the SE Asian leg of my grand tour.
1 comment:
Thank god there was a bar available, who knows what would have happened if there hadn't been.
love
matt + clare
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