Dragon Hotel Melaka

... ticket. Six minutes later I was still pacing up and down the counter, but the way I figured it was the more pacing I was doing the more "credits" I was building up to counteract the "debits" that I was just about to eat. And there she was "Mocha Lisa" in all her shiny creamy coffee colour, how could I resist, it was meant to be. Across the mall from donut heaven it was time for a swift cuppa. Big Budget Mistake ...

... through his conniving ways! I shared a bottle of whisky with him and we ended up singing along to a Malaysian pop song (that I'd heard played randomly several times before) called 'Nabilah'- obviously my Bahasa Malay was second-to-none(!). All-in-all it was quite a funny night.<br><br>Day Five:<br><br>On our last day in Melaka we chilled out a bit more. Andy and I went swimming in the town's open air (and surprisingly clean) swimming pool. It was nice to do some exercise ...

... which included his passport, three weeks earlier in Indonesia and knew how it felt. It's good to know you have some friends when you are on the road yourself.   I still love Melaka, I thought it was one of the friendliest places I have ever visited. The people were so nice. This is something that could happen anywhere, as there are bad people everywhere. I'm not in a hurry to rush back though. I left for KL on Saturday morning and was happy to be leaving.  

... hostel owner ever. Howard, 28, owned the hostel alongside his friend and silent partner who also owned a local bar. Immediately on our arrival he introduced us to the other 'housemates' in a big brother kind of way, not only by name but country too. He took us out on a tour that evening, a walk around the canals and backstreets taking in some of the best local food eventually ending up Jonker Street - the old, chinatown area. Malaka is a World Heritage listed town ...

... avant de trouver enfin une autre "guest house". Tres bien celle-ci. Nous avons relaxer un bon moment. Un bon dejeuner a 3.00 p.m. Enfin rasasie, nous sommes aller nous promener dans le vieux Melaca. C'est jolie. C'est un quartier qui fait maintenant partie du patrimoine mondial. C'est le Chinatown et les maisons portugaises en general qui ont ete restaures. Nous avons ete visiter une ...

... is. We've enjoyed - Snorkelling coral reefs, witnessing the 'biggest' green turtle glide up confidently feet from us in his bid for a gulp of air &amp; then back down again whilst the one below munched on sea grass - Soaking up the rays &amp; relaxed atmosphere of the picture postcard Perhentian Islands, how we imagined Thailand may have been 10 years ago without the 'Blackpool' element - Watched fire flies flash like strings of Christmas tree lights in complete ...

Once we'd worked out which day it was ( Sunday, again) we decided to have another lazy day and mooch about town a bit after a late start to the day. We had the complimentary breakfast included in the cost of our room (Jo is loving having toast for breakfast again instead of curry and chappaties, which has been our staple breakfast since arriving in Penang the week before) and headed out to find somewhere to have lunch. The street on Twenty is ...

... visitar o museu marítimo, mas a secção contida na caravela portuguesa estava em obras de restauro pelo que cancelei a visita. Então dirigi-me até ao hotel equatorial para ...

... morphed from an inconsequential fishing village to one of the most important trading ports in all of Asia (ever heard of the Straits of Malacca?). Merchants across Asia, from India to China, flocked to Malacca to buy, sell, and trade their wares. It was through these Indian traders that Islam was first introduced to Malaysia - where it would spread like wildfire. If you'll recall from our first post on Malaysia, the empire established by Parameswara only lasted about a ...

... that is important to acknowldge on a weekly, if not daily basis. (That is, being aware of the moment and of its effects on us...."Attention!" calls the mynah in Pala to remind its inhabitants of just that) We are constantly changing because the self, is constantly being bombared by the not-self, and evolves and changes with the experiences of the not-self, which is a lot harder to remain conscious of. This is definately something I need to be more conscious ...