I can’t remember the last time I went to Melaka. Oh, actually I do. I was maybe 9 or 10 years old, and we were at Ayer Keroh. There’s a crocodile farm there. That’s all I remember – big, hard, mean, reptiles.
This trip was a blast.
I love the little shops along the road, the quaint buildings, clogs in all shapes and sizes, and they still have trishaws! I loved the food, the night market, and most of all, I loved the people. No, not the local folk, (though I’m sure they’re really lovely people), I meant you guys I went down with, and all of you I met there. I never thought I’d say this, but I miss ACCF.
It was so worth waking up at 7am on a Saturday morning.
Yuchun and I got into trouble for this. The owner of this antique stuck her head out the door and said: “If you break it you pay for it ar, twelve thousand dollars.”
Good thing quick-thinking Winnie took the picture before she could finish her sentence.
