18/12/2011 - 20/12/2011 28 °C
We’re hooked on Malay ‘rest and go’ massage chairs! What a guilty pleasure they are! Sucking you in with their 1 ringet for 3mins and before long you are spending all day in the shopping centre being wooed by these magical chairs! It's becoming a problem, fortunately it's time to leave for the Philippines and Christmas!
Melaka is a Unesco World Heritage site… and just happens to have a shopping centre where addicts can get their fix. Perfect. After 3mins in heaven you are ready to go. Elsewhere, many of the delights of Malaysia are on offer. Food mostly. Some delicious, some retch inducing.
The town is situated around an ambling river along which many ‘heritage’ attractions exist, though something odd starts to strike the curious traveller. Many of the attractions, from fort, to palace and water wheel are reconstructions of what is thought to have existed in the 1600’s, the originals long torn down or destroyed.
Wondering the streets and alley’s we find a charming little place called Mod’s café. A must for anyone seeking good coffee and something different. It would be a hit in any western city. Coffee served from the back of an orange VW Combie, white teak furniture with drum kit out the back and guitars hung on the wall.
Heading back to the guest-house for our final night in Melaka we’re feeling apprehensive. We suspect the bugs are in the bed! The scourge of cheap accommodation.
You can’t hear them. They’re almost impossible to find, regardless of how hard you look and for anyone interested, tears are not an effective pesticide. Upon rising one of the sneaky little critters finally reveals himself. Kaz (having spent most of the night awake in fear) calls me over for secondary confirmation. Yep, after referring to the ever trust worthy Wikipedia the inevitable is confirmed. All our belongings must be incinerated (KM’s preference). Or perhaps just laundered.