Me: Hello, Jo?
Jo: Yeah, what's up.
Me: Pack your bags now. We're going to Malacca.
**This is not a travelogue. You want travelogue can always switch on Travel & Living
The journey to Malacca from KL is a hard one. If you don't know yet, Pudu Raya Station is closed down for renovation. All the buses that used to stop there are scattered everywhere. And the buses to Malacca already moved to Cyberjaya. Getting to Cyberjaya is already a big hassle. In the end, we had to take bus to Seremban from Pasar Seni. And then transit at Seremban to Malacca. (Message to the government: We need proper planning for public transport!!!!) Anyway, it's the adventure that counts, right?
And they say stupid things like this only happen when I'm around. I tried to deny, but then again, it is true that whenever I go out surely got weird things like that happen. Few weeks ago was the scam at Mcdonald's. What's next?
Huai Bin told me that I have to stay in a ship that they converted into a hotel and the ship will sail out to the sea in the morning. Sounds super exciting. But it's either he went there in his dream or he stayed there 400 years ago or he's high when telling me that. I couldn't find the hotel ship, not even on the internet. Instead, we stayed in a boutique hotel called The Puri. It was amazing. I'm always a fan of those peranakan antique interior design and Puri is a perfect choice.
Some really old school telephone in the hotel. And it works!!! I heard the tone~! Jakun to the max!
That's my room, top floor on the right.
All these for my lunch: I don't actually eat according to my size. When the food is good, I couldn't stop eating. And this is exactly what happen in Malacca.
A lonely chair in the middle of the road.
My very own motor shop!!!
(If you know my Chinese name, then you'll know why I said it's my shop. Anyway, I don't really like people to know my Chinese name because it's damn guy-ish. Those days when I was more of a tomboy I only like people to call my Chinese name cos it sounds more stylo. But now I'm a bimbo, I should change my name to Candy or Bambi.)
At night we took the river cruise. It's really romantic to sail along the historic river where Malacca got its name. Lights and artistic mural along the river. But it's just me and Jo. How romantic can we get?
Stupid people!!! Those stuff have value of thousand years history and they destroyed it with some bimbotic red bling bling nail polish. WTF?
And then you have shop owner who doesn't understand the real importance of having "chiu phai" (signboard) and substitute it with a plasma TV. Talking about development:
Enjoy the rest of the photos...