A slow start since everyone was lying quietly in their own bed tryimg not to disturb the others, with only the light of Luka's iPad and the beeping of Cait's camera indicating states of consciousness. Breakfast not the delicious nasi lemak we anticipated but still not too bad.
We set off up St Paul's Hill past the Old Dutch Cemetery, a walk far worse in the anticipation than the actuality. We passed a festive crew preparing for what looked like a giant party in the car park and adkef what was cooking in the giant vat. Dodol, we thought they replied. The old ruins were well worth the walk, with interesting views down to the sea and an array of ancient tombstones and stray cats. Our true destnation was the Maritime Museum, set in the replica of an old Dutch trading ship, telling the history of Melaka through its different iterations, Melakan, Portuguese, Dutch and British. Very interesting.
Wandered along the river back to Jonker street in search of the famous chicken rice balls, but rejected Al Famosa as the same source of the mediocre satays of yesterday. We wandered aimlessly, got lost and had a durian recovery break that left Imogen traumatised (she refused to try it) and the rest of us underwhelmed. From there we meandered along the fascinating Heeren St and eventually found the Duck Noodle restaurant we were aiming for, about opposite the Maritime Museum we had set off from. The duck broth especially was deicious, and we were all fed and watered (2 sarsis, a coke and a grape fanta) for under$2 each.
Back to the hotel (party really going now, Mike sweet talked them intp a container of half ready dodol). Swim and relax before we set off on our next culinary adventures and perhaps a boat trip.Read more