Melaka

The people, not the place. Don't get me wrong, Melaka was a great place to wander, lots of museums, some historical sites. Actually, lots of Historical sites. But my memories are of the food, and the people I ate it with. I met up with Paul, a CS lecturer at the local University, and with a Law Student, Yin May, the next day. Paul was on his way to a pot luck party and invited me along. I didn't have to bring or cook anything, but if I could show them how to make something, his friends would love it.

"Hhhhmmm... Do they have an oven?"
"Yes, Of Course."
SPUDS!

There was no oven. Just a regular microwave. No need to worry. Enter the magic of international SMS. A few messages from Dad later, and they were ready to go. Baked Potatoes with Cheese and Garlic-y Buttery goodness. I could taste the difference, microwave instead of a proper oven, but everyone else loved 'em! Then up into the night playing "Bullshit" and other highly mature card games.
Next day, I met Yin May, who introduced me to a type of desert that could easily become my staple food stuff. I was surprised when she knew the phrase "taking the piss" and then discovered that Celia Bloody Larkin is a bestseller in Malaysia. So, there you go. Malaysians are very capable of locating little Ireland on a map, thanks to the combined forces of Celia Larkin and Westlife.

"I have a dream, I cross the stream."
Feck Off!

Photos of Melaka are here.