My one and half days in Melaka

Came to Melaka late in the evening after having been to KL and Putrajaya on the same day. Nice big bus station , but not the best domestic transport. I dined with some local guy there who was pretty funny. After 10 minutes or so of talking with this guy I found out that it was actually a girl....well you never know.......at least it was'nt a ladyboy, those are the most scariest.
I went to the city and found some really cozy backpacker places ! intended to stay in Travellers lodge, which on my inspection seemed like a really cool place to stay, but no rooms available. So I stayed in the dorm of Shi Rin guesthouse. That was a pretty cool place with a rooftop terrace for chillin` during the evenings. But some of the guys managing it were a bit annoying constantly offering massage at some riddiculous price, and I suspect it was more then just massage too. .....

I did`nt actually realize that the room I was in was a dorm, just thought it was a big single with a few beds. Then early in the morning I woke up with some strange guy roaming around in the room, and there I am In-natura!
It was this german high-school graduate, out seeing the world. I ended up spending the day with him. We rented some bicycles and went along to see the sights of the town. Did`nt see all the museums, as there are hundreds of them.
We did go into this boat however which was nice. It was actually a concealed little museum down inside the boat. It was quite interesting as it was about pirates and such. Seems Melaka has been overtaking quite alot with the dutch, the portugese, the japanese, and the british twice !

In generally I`ve decided to don`t do all museums and galleries in the different places, there is a limit to how many museums one can take. And I always made an effort to read everything when i went into them, making it a bit of a choir actually. When I travelled the middle east and Europe for 6 months I did hundreds of those..and saw hundreds of speartips and old jugs. Thinking back I don`t remember a single thing about the babylonian civilization even though I did extensive efforts to learn about all of it from the thousands of plaques I read. In the end all I remember from those six months are the people I met, and the places I saw, and the experiences I made. This has been my focus on this trip, not the museums. And it has been a much more fun way to travel, and I`ve still managed to see the cities in a good way (but without seeing the 1000 year old clay mugs).

So after me and the german kid had seen most the things in the city I really just felt like going to the beach. Then he showed me dome brochure about this zoo , reptile park and butterfly park. So I thought the crocodile farm sounded too interesting to miss. Even though I`ve pretty much given up on animal institutions in Asia because of their horrible level of animal welfare I gave it the benefit of a doubt as it looked OK in the picture.....

Then I had one of my usual spontaneous bad ideas. I decided to cycle out there, only 28 km ! should be a piece of cake right ?? and the poor german kid was along for the ride ! Of course in retrospective there was just a few things I did`nt quite think about....like wearing some sunscreen in the burning 35 C mid-day sun. ..or actually finding out if the roads was suitable for biking (they were`nt)...or bringing a usable map....or bringing water...and so forth.
So off we went! after a few hours and a number of cuts and bruises from staying as close to the thorny-bushy sides of this highly trafficked highway we actually reached the destination.

The crocodile farm did not deserve my benefit of a doubt. The animals there were`nt having any better life then any captivated animal in Asia that i have seen. We were the only tourists there, and I could understand why, the park was shit. Seriously! who makes a crocodile sanctuary with a complimentary ghost house and mirror house....and a horribly bad muslim magical show to warm up for the crocodile show.
The crocodile show pretty much consisted of dragging the poor big croc around on a cemented area, and then opening his mouth and put their hand in it. .hooray...
I got to feed them some chicken at some point, they seemed happy then at least(as far as I can tell if a croc. is happy or not). At some point the croc was making a poo, and I thought it was giving birth as some membranes were coming out...good vet yeah !

Then I just could`nt help myself, had to try the ghost house. That was pretty funny...these stupid dolls popping out every time I passed some laser on the floor. I dangled my feet on the laser to make them do some heavy breakdancing. At some point some big rug fell in my head as a part of the scary experience. That was the scariest of all as I was thinking of the enormously high risk of getting fleas or mites from someone else who has had this in their hair. And surely enough I started scratching all over my hands and feet afterwards (but that was just because of the fibers luckily).
Then we had to cycle all the way back. I did`nt want to see the zoo, as I stopped believing in animal welfare in this region.
When back we met a british guy in our dorm, so we all went to see an american movie called quarantine. Quarantine is just the best horror movie I have ever seen !! GO SEE IT NOW! it was amazingly good and scary.