A Little Treasure Trove Called Malacca

Wheeeeeeee - yesterday was such an awesome possum day! I visited Malacca for the first time (if you don't count stop overs on flights) and it was such a cute and quaint place.

The journey there and back was pretty quick thanks to us having no qualms of driving 130-140 km/h on the PLUS highway. Nat did most of the driving while Stef drove us out of Malacca and I drove us home. The Myvi flew like it had wings and rattled like a, er, rattle.

On the way there.

We spent a lot of our time circling Pusat Bandar Melaka, mostly because we were lost. It didn't help that Marge (as sweet and helpful as she was) gave us directions that seemed to conflict with the road signs. Everybody knows what Malaysian roadsigns are like. By now, the 5 of us should be pretty well acquainted with all the roads that go around and between the town of Melaka, having driven on each road like 10 times.

Stef & Phyl wouldn't take poor quality or 2nd best. So, instead of giving up and settling for some random food place, we had to go to Jonker Walk to eat chicken rice ball and cendol with gula melaka. Then we stopped by a boutique to see-see and asked for directions to get to satay celup.

The fancy door of a handicraft shop.

Awesome (and cheap) chicken rice ball, assam fish & chicken.

Me being 'wistful'.

Some funky architecture with an open skylight in the middle of the building - a clothing store on Jonker Walk.

Found some bamboo.

Jonker Walk. Did I mention that it was raining the entire time?

A very pretty temple. I was afraid the monks would get mad at us.

Cendol!

Masjid something something. Very pretty too.

We had nowhere to go so we followed a tour bus through what we initially thought was a No Entry sign.

The infamous Kota A Famosa cannon.

Satay Celup! Incredibly yummy. Like steamboat but with gravy instead.

We ate SO much and I can't wait to do it again! Hopefully minus all the detours and stopping to ask so many people for directions. It was crazy hilarious when Nat who was driving started chasing down this boy cyclist. We called him Edward because that's what his T-shirt said, and we actually followed him in circles about town. It finally ended with Stef cat-calling him through the car window. Insane.