Our vow to travel around Malaysia is taking shape as we plan our weekends. Ipoh is first on our list as we tell our colleagues where we are going. A short while after our announcement, we hear that some young people from Bruce's' office are going too - all 10 of them to the same place. Communal holidays, lovely, I say to myself.
We wake up to heavy rains and with trepidation start our journey. In the haze, heavy rains and traffic we last 30 minutes before we return home defeated. When we are feeling braver we will continue. 'Where are you boss,' one of the young things text. We are not ready to admit defeat to anyone else, not yet anyway, and make a feeble excuse.
Six weeks pass before we venture out again and fervently hope that our trip to Melacca will be more successful. Bruce has just had a stint visiting our nearest hospital and is still in pain. He insists we still go and I spend the night before preparing myself for my first drive out of KL.
We have a practise run down to our local shops. I decide to drive in the same manner as I have been shown which is a cross between the local taxi drivers, experienced expats and what I have observed on my rounds. Bruce shows how impressed he is with a low and then hearty chuckle before saying, 'You drive like a Malaysian.' I am unsure whether to take this as a complement or to be offended.
Encouraged we leave early with 'Waze' being our new best friend. We make record time to Melacca and negotiate the narrow and congested streets before leaving our car at the hotel. We are check in early before taking a walk around the pretty and historical town that is Melacca.
Tomorrow is nog a dag. (Tomorrow is another day!)
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