Malaysia

So, we're in Malaysia. We flew here on Friday the 13th, which freaked out fear-of-flying Kate but turned out to be just fine. Landing in Kuala Lumpur, we took the bus into KL Sentral Station and the light rail to our hostel in Chinatown. Oh, the wonders of a modern city with so much public transportation - subway, light rail, monorail, etc. Kind of overwhelming after so many backwater towns. After checking in, we wandered and stumbled and monorailed and sprinted to make it to the Vietnamese embassy before close on Friday, in order to get our visas for Vietnam (which are pricey!). We made it, and rewarded ourselves with a movie at the mall at the foot of the Petronas Towers.

You may not be aware of the melting pot that is Malaysia. It is a mix of Malay people (as in, people who are ethnically from the area), Chinese (who've been here for a couple hundred years), Indian (same story), and a sprinkling of Europeans over the centuries (Dutch, Portugese, British) - plus you have Singapore within spitting distance, with its eclectic mix. Oh, and its mostly muslim. And they speak what is basically Bahasa Indonesian (except its called Bahasa Malay) - in addition to all the other languages floating around. Even with all these different cultures, we still get a lot of stares (although it should be noted that people frequently think we're dutch or finish - and on one memorable occassion, asked Kyle if she was some kind of Asian. Uhhh...caucasian?).

So we left KL on Saturday morning for Melaka, as in the Straights of Melaka and all of the fun European pillaging of the spice trade in the Indies. Melakka is a microcosm of Malaysia's cultural mutt-ness; we are again staying in Chinatown, but also next to a masque and around the corner from a Hindu temple. The center of Melaka is an old dutch fort and several old churches. Weekenders from all over the peninsula seem to come here with their families to stroll along the river or the night market of Jonker street. The city has been working very hard to earn World Heritage status, and is clean and proud of its 500 years of battling colonial history. Its lovely though has little in the way of banging night life (NB: Malaysia, being Muslim, has little booze and that it does have is super expensive. Not scoring points here, Malaysia...). Also, the pedicab drivers are the most enthusiastic we've seen, decorating their two-person side cars with fake flowers and christmas lights and extremely loud pop music. The Chinese settlers here are known as Baba Nonya or Straits Born Chinese and have their own unique food style that combines some of the spicy indian/indonesian flavors with Chinese noodles and tofu. Yum.

Tomorrow we head across the peninsula and into the monsoon wet season for the beaches of Cherating.