many people go to Malacca to eat.. infact some of us.. Singaporeans just to go
there to stuff ourselves with their version of chicken rice.. for me the weather was so hot
that I just found dumplings an easier item to consume with tons of chendol.. i.e. a drink made up of coconut milk with palm sugar...with some tasty.. redbeans at the bottom..
the Malay mosque.. and an Indian festival that we were lucky to see..
the first sight of Malacca
was that it was a very chinese
settlement town.. there were these old
signboards on all the entrances of the shophouses..
after awhile..............................as you discover the other streets.. Indian
temples emerge and especially the main square the famous church that the dutch
left behind is smack right in the center of town.. for many of us.. we have been
to the fort and the main square the sleepy hollow of this old town is no longer
it is mass tourism from china...
it was quite a personal experience for dearest and myself.. we met a lovely gentleman
who lives in Ireland.. he had just lost his mother.. and we had a good chat about
his street where he lived.. he said to us in the ole days.. "I lived on this street . my childhood time this was a market street and now it is a goldsmith street Sri Poyyatha Vinayaga temple.. when I was a child
I can go everywhere there was mutual respect with each other. It was a humble beginning.. Harmony street at night .. there were trishaw riders at night time.. ting ting tong.. the street where I sketched
is call Jalan Tukang mas..."
