111 - MALACA (MELAKA AND TONS OF OTHER WAYS OF WRITING IT)

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. 

MALAYSIA, MELAKA

I lost track of time somewhere... I slipped on the stairs of my bunk bed in Kuala Lumpur the morning I had to take a bus to Melaka, and I might as well be a kind of Alice, but that's mostly when I realized I don't even know which day of the week is it, I'm in a la-la-land looking for strange orangutans (mental I know).

I didn't land on my feet though (oh, the irony), what I thought was a silly slip turned my little toe completely blue. A nice capsulitis to make me slow down with a big backpack in my shoulders. I decided to stay one more night and head the next day. It was an easy trip even if my foot hurt, but I took it easy (and somewhat boring if it wasn't that I can entertain myself quite well) in Melaka and if you look past the tourist easy thing when thousands of singaporeans (what?) flood the streets of the town, there's so many hidden things to see and do.

Only, they might not be the ones you expect.

Also, Nyonya Changs are the cure to a lot of things.