Pacific Inn Melaka

... how to finish our Malaysian tour. But if you give it a chance it soon becomes apparnt its a quirkly little town with bags of history and a cool modern arty feel, it was growing on us more and more. We ate and went out with our fellow guests and swapped traveling stories, something that hasn't really happened in other hostels, for one reason or another people have just kept themselves to themselves, this was the type of experience we were hoping to ...

... it was such a British name, the British couple didn't actually believe that George was his name, but sure enough, he produced his ID Card, and it was in fact his name. The British couple were talking about going to Borneo, but George told them there was no need because they could see an Orangutan right here in Melaka! and then pointed to his mate, the main guy that ran the hostel: Zen, at which point they both broke into laughter. Another group of people arrived at the ...

Well, another bus and another country to see from the window. I am still in Malaysia, no idea where as I forgot to ask how long this is or where the border is. Seems knowing that stuff just makes you want to count down and as I have said before, it's the journey. This really hit home the last couple of days. Open to the possibilities is the theme of this particular trip and I am truly winging it now as I completed the first five countries I knew I wanted to see. The ...

I'd like to open with a public service announcement: If you ever find yourself in Melaka, DO NOT stay at Shira's Guest House. Ugh, I have such a litany of complaints I don't even know where to start. I guess I'll start with the bathroom: There was only one...for 10 guests. Of the 10 guests I held several distinctions: I was the only Westerner, the only female, and the only paying guest. The other "guests" were all friends, family, or business partners of ...

... 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 ...

... like to hang out in plantations. We didn't see anything like this, but we did see some giant monitor lizards along the canal banks. They must've measured near 1.5 meters and we were told that they are cousins to the Komodo dragons of Indonesia. They were not nearly as dangerous as their cousins though and would hide out under people houses when they were approached. With alcohol being relatively expensive in Malaysia, Lisa and I didn't go out partying ...

... try as many as we could. The first morning we awoke to grab a bit of breakfast. Walking through the heat we found ourselves lost, thirsty and hungry. We ended up on the outskirts of the old town and rashly chose the first restaurant with a number of people sitting at the tables. It was buffet style, which we thought was in our favor. Most places there are no menus and you have to guess what is what, here we thought ...

... hvor der med garanti var fred. Det var ikke et stoerre problem at blive i den rigtige side fordi det viste sig hurtigt at vejnettet er bygget op af udelukkende ensrettede veje der snor sig saa ulogisk og uberegneligt som portion kogt spaghetti. I Portugal synes jeg at vejnettet var umuligt, men det er ingenting i forhold til det her. Der er i forvejen konstant biler i gaderne, jeg tror virkelig de bare ...

... wake up this morning and no train. that good. not to much else to do today just some food and went to an old malaysians house. he is 62 and has 14 sons 6 daughters and 30 somthing grandkids. also 3 wives. the house was interesting to and we ater fruit from his tree in the back yard. he also gave us some drink which he said was the reason he had so many sons. then when we got back to the hostel our guy ...

... same time as a number of school children so chose to walk around the impressive gardens, complete with a number of fountains, before venturing inside the palace itself. The dark timber building with sloping roofs was constructed without the use of nails, and contains a number of examples of local garb and recreations of scenes of the Sultan's life. Next, we made our way to the Dutch centre of the town - with a mini-windmill to prove its authenticity - and stood bemused looking at ...