Malaca, Malaysia 2013.
I got to Malaca limping, because cleverly enough I had hurt my foot back in KL on my stop coming down to Malaca. The first night there I discovered the joys of sleeping near an Hindu temple, a Mosque and two chinese temples… between the different calls for prayer and the colorful and noisy rickshaws it made for a very interesting night. Even so, there's nothing, really, *nothing* that good nyonya cuisine can cure. I still miss the nyonya chungs, the best dumplings I've ever tried. And their laksa, of course. I don't think I've ever eaten so well as I did in Malaysia.
I've been seeing so many photographs of Malacca around on the Internet and I wish I could take long walks in this city!
ResponderEliminarit's a lovely place, if you can manage to go, give it a try, the food (I insist) is delicious ;)
Eliminar:D looks so nice!
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