Day Two in Malacca: A Tale of Ruins, Rituals, and Rivalries!
Kicked off the day with a visit to A Famosa, the remnants of a once-mighty Portuguese fortress from 1512—because nothing says “good morning” like a bit of colonial history. Followed that up with the Church of Saint Paul, a charmingly weathered ruin and one of Malaysia’s few. If walls could talk, these would probably have a lot of stories (and some complaints about the humidity).
Next up: the Melaka Sultanate Palace Museum. Quaint, with a modest collection—informative, but not exactly a showstopper. Let’s just say it won’t be making the “must-revisit” list.
Then, back to our regularly scheduled programming: strolling along the Malacca River and Jonker Street Market, because when it comes to food, why mess with perfection? Stuck to our time-honored routine—Mee Tarik first, then Vietnamese coconut coffee. Still obsessed. Still no regrets.
Mini rant break: Malaysia, I love you, but can we talk about the foreigner price markup? Paying double for museum entry isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it does feel like a mild financial slap.
Ended the day with a bowling showdown. Champion: Marat. Close second: Erianna, just six points behind. And Daniel? He had grand plans to beat me. Reality had other plans. Not today, my dear son. Not today.
