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Trip Start Jan 08, 2011
261Trip End Dec 20, 2011
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There's not much that can put a smile on your face the way that this did this morning.
We checked ourselves out as always and walked back to the bus stop just by the clock tower and dutch square, along comes the bus, a modern bus, looked like the stagecoach buses at home or the city buses, all smart and clean, no bits missing or hanging off or on. Jump on the bus pay the fare squeeze past three people at the front - two women at least sixty years old and one maybe in her forties get seated and we move off, then we became aware of the music....
Techno versions of the black eyed peas/dirty dancing - I've had the time of my life, followed by b.o.b aeroplanes, Katy Perry and much more - and I really don't know if its possible to explain how surreal it was ?? We had just gotten onto a bus, in possibly the sleepiest city we will visit in Malaysia, a UNESCO world heritage site - old buildings, museums, cobbled streets, populated by probably all over 50's minus the odd traveller, the driver - a greying, moustached, Indian man wearing glasses, whistling away and tapping his steering wheel to techno and hard house remixes of western pop music, whilst we ride along picking up and dropping off the odd pensioner or two, not one of them batting an eyelid at it. Seriously???
We couldn't help but grin and try not to burst out laughing, and it wasn't for our benefit, it wasn't like there was a whole bus full of younguns' it was just us two along with these old people popping down the shops or whatever, sitting on the bus listening to techno music like it was normal??? Still can't get over it.
Thinking back though, we're now pretty sure that in melacca, there must be something in the water, or they must just 'dig the music man' even the tricycle rickshaws they have decked out from top to bottom, front to back covered in fresh flower displays, ridden by men in men in smart trousers and uniformed t-shirts, who's main customers from what we saw were Asian and over the age of thirty, had rigged up soundsystems to their bikes and rode the streets of this sleepy, heritage site blaring out trance music. We have no idea what it's all about we really don't.
Off the fun bus at melacca sentral, bought ourselves the tickets for the next bus to Johor Bahru and it wasn't long before we were on the way and three hours later though it didn't feel like it, we pulled into the bus station outside Johor Bahru.
We even got freebies! A bag each, inside it, a bottle of water and two tubs of dates each, some kind of Ramadan gift/ handout that a group of people were giving out.
Had found this random little place on the internet in taman sentosa not too far from city centre, that was basically a house split into rooms with all the normal WiFi and tv but free use of washing machine and kitchen, basically a shared house for no more than we have paid anywhere else and the best thing after turning up there was that no one else is here!! Feels a little weird, we are in a house on a normal residential back street in some suburb of some city and it kinda feels like we are actually living here, which us weird and nice at the same time.
Well, had been looking for this type of thing as Claire had been saying how much she is missing cooking for herself or being to eat what she wanted, so we room another loooooong walk to the tescos nearby at a mall and set about deciding what we could cook!!!
Turned out good, was nice to do something so normal after this length of time, and no stingy portions either!!!
Didn't get to sleep until one again, damn fluorescent light fittings - no natural light and those horrible lights means you've got no idea...urghhhhh.