Well, I left Singapore yesterday intending to take an express bus to Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia but I have made a brief pitstop in Melaka. Melaka sits on the strait of Melaka that separates Sumatra from mainland Malaysia. It is about halfway to KL and was once fought over by the great old empires of past times, the British being the latest of the overlords. A lot of Christian churches, Buddhist shrines, and Muslim mosques all together on the same block.
I am staying in a very grungy hostel but it has lots of charm and its owner, Howard, is very kind and chilled out. Yesterday night and this morning I was with a guy from Estonia and 2 girls from Vietnam who I met in Singapore and we just happened to meet here in the streets. They have all gone their separate ways but I am beginning to think that there is more to this trip than chance. There have been so many times where a last minute decision completely alters the direction of the journey. Maybe it is intuition guiding me - or just the Buddhas handing out some luck. I am glad I decided to come here and see a real Malaysian town. KL will be nice but it won't have the rickety colonial charm of this place. I will go to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow but Melaka has left a mark on my heart! Bye for now.
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