Tiny, picturesque, and red. That’s Malacca for me in three words. However, its size is a total misrepresentation of the role this Malaysian state has served in history. While thrill and adventure-seekers may leave disappointed, this sleepy town is surely a mad hunting ground for foodies, culture freaks, and even those who fancy offbeat backdrops for their selfies.
Throughout centuries, its strategic location for trade made Malacca (Melaka to locals) a prey for colonizers such as Portugal, Holland, England, and Japan. These invasions, though almost always a pain in the bum, have led to the Malacca of today: a cookhouse of immense diversity and a scene of internationally influenced architectural displays (that seem as though they could cave in at any second).
Taking only 3-4 hours, Andi and I decided to catch a bus from Singapore through busonlineticket.com. We were only there for 2 days, so we were on full-on tourist mode the entire time taking heed to the ever-reliable and ultimate tour guide that is TripAdvisor.
Our first day was mostly spent strolling through the town’s side streets lined with multicolored Peranakan shops and houses and on checking out the vouched for weekend market on Jonker Street. With expectations probably sky-high, we (or at least I) didn’t think much of the market as more than half the stalls seemed to sell the same mass-produced stuff you often see at any night market. On the other hand, the variety of munchies was something else. So as if forgetting all the holiday binges of only a month prior, we got our pig faces on and sampled the many local treats that tempted us from every side we turned our heads to. We then settled for a nightcap at Geographer Cafe which wasn’t a bad place at all, save for the waitresses well in their 30’s who were in proper promo girl outfits. “One Jack Coke, please.. And make that a double.”