Malacca

Day 58 – Malacca/Melaka, Malaysia

I made it! After a leisurely waking, a water-and-plain-bread breakfast (I forgot to bring my own teabag down and I wasn’t in a mood to put jam on my toast, and there was no butter), I took a commuter train to the right bus terminal.

That’s something that I could have done the evening before if I had had the right information!

The train has carriages marked “women only” (in pink), with the same markings on the platform at the right level. Fun!

I bought my bus ticket, waited at the right gate, took the bus to Malacca, and then chased a bit the right information to know how to get downtown. The answer is bus 17, and well… since many people have the same answer, I had to wait for the next bus.

The Malaysian sitting next to me took advantage of the waiting time to start talking with me, leading to him asking me -and apologizing for asking- why I shave my hair.

Tit for tat, I asked me about the bus route and where to go down, and he very kindly showed me and called the bus stop for me when we are aboard.

I have a bed in a small hostel, it is a converted small space with 6 beds, a small kitchen and two small bathrooms.  I was almost going to have the space for myself, but the other expected guest arrived shortly before midnight, while I was sitting in all the glory of my sleeping attire in front of the computer writing this. So at least the lady didn’t wake me.

For 40 ringgits a night (8 €), it is pretty good.

On my way to the hostel, walking along the canal, I saw a small crocodile in the water. Unexpected. It was gone before I could take a picture.

In the evening, I went to the night market; there is a lot of food on offer, and I saw a sign for charcoal ice cream. I know that the stuff is pitched as good for the health, but as ice cream… I’m not convinced!

And I saw the most amazing tourist attraction: I recorded a few seconds on my phone, the whole experience must be watched with the sound on.

It sure made me smile and put an extra spring in my step!