Hotel Tropicaville Melaka
7 Jalan Pm 15, Plaza Mahkota, 75000 Bandar Melaka Melaka, Melaka State, Malaysia
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Week 10 & 11 - Melaka - Days 69, 70, 71
... pork buns and even more chicken rice balls. I'm not sure, but I think I was violated. An old Chinese woman took our order when we were standing up in the queue. We said we wanted chicken rice. She then said 'do you want breast meat? However, her hand was raised when she said that and she brought the back of her hand down across my super hard pecs when she said the word 'breast'. She touched me in my special place! Thank god I didn't order the Coq au ...
Mr Universe
... Jonkers which given it was now Friday night was packed with loads of stalls selling (for once) interesting items with loads of food and drink stalls. She read some bits of info off a piece of paper then left us to it. Not quite what we had in mind but still tea with others! It was cool, it's not like the usual street stalls it's more in the ilk of standard market running the length of one street I suppose. We wandered down with the people, ...
UNESCO World Hertiage City - Melaka
... there chatting with the two of them who were gorgeous. Asri had bought the guesthouse 6 months ago we he decided to quit his well paying job with Petronius (big oil company) when he saw the guesthouse advertised online! All within 4 weeks (sounds familiar!). Poor Lin Lin is not a massive fan of the whole thing. She is bored out of her brain and has made very few friends die to the language barrier and having a husband who is 25 years ...
Colonial/Boozy Malacca
... to know every word to every Bob Dylan song every written. The guy who runs the bar has adopted a street kitten who is absolutely adorable! She’s absolutely tiny, but kept moving around so I couldn’t get a good picture. She seemed to like my camera strap for some reason, and her favourite trick was to climb on my back and try and sleep up against it! She doesn’t have a name yet so we call her Dylan, but I’m sure they’ll call her something ...
La ciutat tranquil.la
... enlloc de treure diners a un caixer volia pagar de mes en qualsevol restaurant i que li tornessin la resta. El problema es que a quasibe enlloc accepten targetes!
La nit va ser tranquil.la, obviament, Dormir una mica d'hora despres d'afeitar-me en un passadis (els labavos no tenen endolls, i vaig amb maquina). Aixecar-nos d'hora, esmorzar, regatejar un taxi que ens volia astillar fort per anar a l'estacio i 4h i mitja de bus cap a Singapur!
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