Weronika and I got up early today to try to get one of the few free entrance tickets to the bridge spanning between the Petronas Towers. Unfortunately, we were about 15 minutes too late and the line got cut off about 20 people in front of us. Such is life. Instead, we went out for breakfast at the mall under the towers as the city was opening up for business on this Sunday morning.
We caught a bus to Melaka, the historic colonial city over which Arabs, Portuguese, Dutch, and the British took from each other over the centuries. It is a colorful city and we arrived just as the Sunday night market was beginning to be set up. We negotiated a great hotel rate by staying with six people in a three bed room–traveling as couples has its advantages.
In the evening we went out for coffee and visited a shipping and trading museum shaped like a galleon. We then took a leisurely stroll through the town while searching for a light and sound show which is supposedly a major attraction. When we found it it was already closed.
The streets of Melaca (at least the touristy area) have trishaws. But these are no ordinary vehicles. The basic construction is fairly normal – a bike and a sidecar for two people covered with a roof. What makes these trishaws stand out in particular is the insanely lively decoration. They have ribbons arranged in the shapes of hearts and flowers on their fronts and all over the sides and back. At night, they glow in the colorful aura of hundreds of Christmas lights. Music plays from he car stereos. They are so tricked out they should be called trickshaws.
We were unable to resist the opportunity and hired three o them. I was able to convince our drier to let me drive it. It was a scary ride as the bike leans heavily to the right and your natural instinct to right it simply does not work because of the sidecar. Additionally, cars whiz around in this former British colony on the left side of the street. Finally, none of the trishaws really obey traffic and seemingly randomly change directions. Unconfirmed reports say that I was within three centimeters of taking out a parked car with the sidecar. The screams coming from Weronika and the trishaw driver do collaborate the story.
At night we strolled through the Jonker Night Market. Cheap trinkets and food stalls fill the street. We ended up settling for a beer and curly potato fries on a stick as we took a breath and finally started enjoying the chilled out Malaysia which Kuala Lumpur did not quite offer.