Cafe 1511 Melaka

... office. So we moved on and put our heads inside the local History Museum – a quick discussion between two officals and we were pointed towards ... the temple-looking building.
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Returning to the football, it seemed somewhat incongruous the the lady who helped with the directions was wearing a burka over a Real Madrid shirt. So to the tourist office – they had never heard of the heritage trail and suggested a 4 ...

... she didn't get out much and therefore didn't really know where anything was so we decided to give it a miss! She did direct us to another bus stop where our day finally got moving again! Rich decided to go back to the hostel as he wasn't feeling very well but the rest of us carried on [Rich: I'd been getting worse all day, but waiting for an hour around midday in the hot sun without any shade pretty much finished me off ]. After a brief stop at Hang Tuah mall, where Andy ...

... guest house, in another dorm. Again it was one big room, but this time no bunk beds, there were about 20 beds, 10 down each side of the room, which gave it a kind of military feel. Even thought there were less people and more room, it did feel like you had a lot less personal space. You were sleeping out in an open room, with strangers. But still it was clean and most importantly cheap, and it had a nice lounge downstairs.   On the first night, I met a ...

... very narrow but long and with an internal courtyard. This helped to evade the window tax.. Food hot and spicy mainly rice, noodles and chillis but Paul found fish and chips and washed it down with a bottle of Guiness. Lots of walking, followed the river walkway to a typical Malay living museum set within a stilted village. I spent the day in ...

... Het werd dus pizza. Ernst had nergens trek in: behalve dan in stenen gooien in de zorgvuldig aangelegde vijver van het restaurant en héél hard schreeuwn. Uiteindelijk at ie een volledige bananasplit op en was alles weer rustig. Einde avond nog wat gedronken bij een nog niet geopend restaurant van een vriendelijke man die met een Belgische bleek te zijn getrouwd. Hij nodigde ons binnen uit, zette een Belgische variant van 'tulpen ...

... finger -to Brad's credit he put in a valiant effort, kung fu noises etc. The Kung fu master also put on a fire eating show where he actually drank the oil and after that started gagging and burping flames. Pretty funny night and we got a free bottle of magic ointment for all of Brad's trouble! Becs has also been happy to visit all the malls and go on a very very mini shopping spree (as far as the backpack and Brad will allow). She likes Melaka!

... 60 sen or 10p english! Then we experienced a surreal thing, thatbeing off the beaten backpack track we have been experiencing. All the waitresses wanted photos with us, in the end probably over 200 photos were taken on a selection of 10 cameras. They were crazy to get photos with us. It's weird but they don't get white people traveling these places to we are minority. Lots of people want to talk to us and are very friendly but english isn't spoken very fluently in general.

... more associated with Melaka. It was delicious, a full chicken breast with cabbage, cucumber and a bit of gravy served with sweetish balls of rice. Although they didn't really cater for single people, their menu started at 2p+, so I think I got it at a very good price, at about 80 pence! Unfortunately most of the museums were closed today (Monday) - not sure why, so I wandered up to the ruins of St. Paul's Church which the ...

... had to travel, as the Perhentians were really the only place to go if we wanted beach bliss-out. He rang and tentatively booked us - apparently we had a 50/50 chance of accommodation but we're gamblers so what the hell. After traversing greater KL in search of a bus, train, rickshaw to Kota Bharu - the jump off point for a boat to the Perhentians - we came up empty handed. There was no way we were getting there. OK, so back to Plan A, we ...

... park, but is was great. Aside from 100m either side of the crude concrete beach huts, there was almost nobody. A short walk on decidedly warm golden sands to the next headland and we basically had our own beach on the Straits of Melaka. We enjoyed a peaceful afternoon under a strong sun at the bottom of a coconut tree. It was one of those wonderful holiday moments where you really ...