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After learning from yesterday's mistake, we didn't bother setting out to find breakfast until 10am, when everything opens in Melaka. We fly to Penang tomorrow, and so on our way out in search of food, I asked our landlady (?) if we could organise a taxi to the airport, as public transport here is pretty much non-existent. She doesn't speak much …
... interesting, as it is a slice of jungle in the middle of a city. It was very humid, and I got sweaty yet again. I went there to go on the canopy walk, but it was shut, which annoyed the hell out of me. When I got back to the hotel, Susie was still asleep. We got the train to the bus station to the south of the city a little bit too early, as the train we wanted arrived at the station just as we got to the platform. I had an unfortunate moment with a blind man, where I was frozen ...
... been the Malacca.
We had our Chicken rice at Famosa Restaurant. It's not difficult to recognise the restaurant as it's entirely red with a pic of Cai Lan (Hong Kong celebrity chef) on the entrance. As we wanted to try everything, we ordered both steam and roast chicken. As usual, ...
... became independent in 1957.
We also found some pretty cool temples.
On a side note, my bowels haven't survived the crossing to Malaysia and with trips to the toilet becoming pretty regular! haha. Usual travelling issues. Thankfully I'm not the only one as Dave is suffering just as bad as me. lol.
The next morning we caught a bus the Melaka Sentral and caught a bus up to Kuala Lumpur.
... and he gave in. We got on the people and realised we should have taken a taxi instead because a 2.5 hour bus turned into 5 hours. Not only that but it dropped us off far from the hotel, contrary to close to the hotel, being this latter where it should have dropped us off. We then had to take a really old falling to pieces taxi that ripped us off with no meter and had praise to Allah in his radio AND smoking in the car. We where then thinking are we in ...