Nette ruhige Stadt... Toller Fluß um entspannt n Kaffee zu trinken.. Nur Regen stört ein bisschen...
Einen Abend mit n paar Malayen in deren Hütte verbracht, coole Sache
Unser Guest House in Melaka, das Old Town Guest House, verdient diese Werbefläche, weil es echt toll war. So schicke Bilder von allen Sehenswürdigkeiten der Stadt - da müssen wir ja gar nicht mehr das Haus verlassen, um alles zu sehen. ^^
Und der Inder um die Ecke (letztes Bild) hatte die besten und günstigsten Süßspeisen der Stadt.Read more
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
Leisurely start as we summoned the energy for another borderline breakfast and I crushed Rolphean dreams of a Hilton Buffet. And today's was not so bad, a fried
egg being added to the mix with plenty of Teh Tarak and watermelon, But as soon as I got back to our room, I knew all was not well with my digestive system and a strong dose of diareze would be necessary to survive the 2 hour coach trip to Melaka. But it all went pretty smoothly once we'd deciphered the train map to get to the bus station.
Friendly taxi driver pointed out the sights as he drove us to the Rucksack Caratel, and we were indeed only 100m from the Dutch Square, in a lovely garden oasis. The Buddy Caravan (we got "Frank Sinatra") was all part of the 50s Americana vibe. Quite charming and comfy, if super compact! I collapsed into bed while the others went off exploring and testing the pool. I emerged late afternoon, ready to face the famous sights, if not the food, of Melaka. Passing on the garish trishaws of Dutch Square, we diverted with a riverside walk, full of charming street art, beautiful flowers and giant swimming lizards. A local walking her tortioises attracted a lot of attention. We cut back through Chinatown to Jonker Street in search of Nonya nirvana (some of us anyway). Close to the Geographer's Cafe were two likely establishments, and we settled on The Far Eastern Cafe, with understated interiors and
music, and a very satisfactory introduction to Nonya cuisine (for those of us who could face more than rice). Mike had a chicken Rendang, Luka a tamarind pork affair, and Imogen something involving prawns and pineapple. Alas, the black nut chicken was not available. We wandered home, resisting the portuguese tarts Imogen had fallen in love with, and raiding an upmarket Malaysian sweet emporium. Lots of free samples, we came home with dodol, pineapple tarts and chicken biscuits. A bedtime podcast of The Traders (AFL not Malaccan) sent everyone but Luka to sleep.Read more
Yummy satay celup! Must eat!!! Sooo much liao added to make the thick, delicious satay sauce. 88rmb total for super full meal :D
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