Malacca Trip Day Two Part 2

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(a continuation from my Malacca Trip Day Two Part 1…)

After leaving the Sam Po Kong Temple and Hang Li Poh Well, the coach brought us to a Laughing Buddha Temple an hours’ drive away. We were there  for quite long as some people wanted their fortunes told while some prayed for (money) luck.
I was getting edgy because time is running out and I wanted to visit more places yet here we are wasting precious time.

We finally left the Laughing Buddha Temple and headed for lunch at Restoran Hikeng.

Lunch was here at Restoran Hikeng

Mixed Platter

Can’t remember what this is…

Pork something

Egg Tofu with Oyster Sauce

Fish Maw Soup with Fishball

Steamed Garoupa

The four heavenly kings – Aubergine, Okra, Winged Beans and Petai

Lemon Chicken

As a standard routine, I would always visit the washroom after a meal to empty my bladder.

On that fateful day, poor me did not expect what awaits inside the washroom. The moment I pushed open the door, I was greeted by a scene of epic proportions which I thought I could only find in a disaster movie!

The toilet bowl was choked to the brim and the slightest ripple would cause the water to overflow. Worst of all, there were lots and lots and lots and lots of yellow “submarines” in it!

You gotta believe me, at that point of time, I was fearing that this would happen…

Run for your lives!

I back out of the washroom slowly, not daring to make any sudden movements which might cause that ripple to occur!

I returned to the table, traumatized and trying hard to erase that horrendous scene from my memory.

So, after lunch, we boarded the coach and was told that the itinerary for the remainder of the day will be shopping at Makhota Parade followed by dinner at Kulai and then straight to the second link.


We came all the way to this historical place rich with heritage and we are leaving without visiting the Farmosa, Christchurch and Stadthuys?

How can?

This is totally NOT the kind of historical cum heritage tour I was expecting!

Malacca Trip Day Two Part 3 coming up next!

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Malacca Trip Day One Part 3

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(a continuation from Day One Part 2…) RIP JOHNNY DEPP DIED IN CAR CRASH BORDEAUX, France?

My apologies for the delay of this installment but the Qishan Abused Dogs are more important!

Magical healing in process…

Here’s a recap from Day One Part 2.

We were brought to this old shophouse not far from the hotel for a miracle ear-pricking session which is said to improve our eyesight.

I was sceptical over its’ claims. How does pricking ones’ ears aid in improving the eyesight?

I was getting restless waiting for them and it seems like forever when it finally ended.

“Surely we can go visit somewhere now?” I thought.

But I was dead wrong…

I was aghast to learn that the next activity won’t be till two hours later and the only thing we can do in the meantime was to take a rest in our room due to the long journey we had earlier. I could have ventured out myself for that two precious hours but my Mum wouldn’t hear of it and is worried that I might get mugged lose my way and can’t get back in time.

So, after much grumbling and two hours later, we gathered at the hotel lobby and were brought to Dataran Pahlawan for an hour’s shopping.

Shopping doesn’t arouse much interest in me as the stores are more or less the same everywhere. The only thing that managed to trigger my interest was seeing A&W but regrettably, dinner was next on the itinerary so I must leave my stomach alone.

Painful decision.

After leaving the shopping mall, dinner was at the following restaurant.

Seroni Nyonya Cuisine Restaurant
No 60 & 62 Taman Melaka Raya I,
Jalan Melaka Raya 25, 75200 Melaka, Malaysia

The interior

Nyonya Chicken Curry

Nyonya Chap Chye

Pardon the blurriness because my hands were shaky someone was turning the lazy susan.

Sambal Fish or something

Sambal Okra

Udang Nenas

Cendol for eight in a large bowl

The aftermath

I’m fine with Peranakan food but having a similar menu for both lunch and dinner all on the same day seems abit too much.

After dinner, we crossed the street and turned the corner to this shop…

Little Nyonya Gift Shop

It sells a variety of local produce

A cuttlefish’s worst nightmare

There’s nothing Nyonya about this shop.

No salesgirls dressed in Kebaya, no Nyonya Kuehs, and no one singing Pantun.

It’s just one of the many shops selling local produce.

I’m getting pretty fed up because we’ve been taken nowhere the whole day except to places where the tour guide can earn his commission.

Where will we go next?

Malacca Trip Day One Part Four coming up!

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Malacca Trip Day One Part 2

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(a continuation from my Malacca Trip Day One Part 1…)

So, after a satisfying lunch at Nyonya Manis Sayang, we proceed to check in our luggage at Bayview Hotel where we are going to spend the night. By then, it was already 2pm, half a day gone and we have not even started our tour!

A decent room for a night’s stay

The only complaint was the malfunctioning TV remote control and the lack of TV channels

After a short rest in our rooms, we gathered at the lobby awaiting for the first highlight of the day.

“Surely we can start our tour proper now?” I thought anxiously.

Boy, was I wrong…

We were brought to this shop which was a stone’s throw away from our hotel.

According to the tour guide, the shop owner possess a very special skill and not everyone is able to learn it. It seems, you must be ‘gifted’ to master it.

So, what formidable skills does Uncle actually have?

You may not believe it but he has the ability to improve your eyesight! Allow him to make a few pricks behind your ear and your short-sightedness/astigmatism would be gone – forever.

All he needs is a needle and RM5 per ear and you can bade farewell to your glasses...

Sounds incredible but there is no lack of customers queuing up to have their ears pricked. Other than the people from my group, there was actually another tour group before us.

Have you ever heard of this trade before?

I don’t see the logic behind it hence I didn’t go for it and while waiting for them to finish, I went round shooting the surroundings…

The ‘weathered’ door

The shop used to be a teahouse

Next door

I like old signboards because there’s a story behind everyone of them

When I was young, Mum told me businessmen in the past value their signboards very much because it represent ones’ reputation and credibility.

A corner inside Uncle’s courtyard

My grandparents used to have this food cabinet at the old house too!

Zinc roof in the courtyard

Mirror reflection

I overheard one of Uncle’s regular customer telling another that he ran into Mediacorp star Pan Ling Ling at the shop when he was here during his last visit.

Oh, did I mention in the previous post that I saw Jeanette Aw?

There she is – the last ‘jade girl’

The uncle is a fan of iWeekly!

There are stacks of it on the table to entertain us while we waited.

By then, I was getting quite fed up of waiting.

I don’t know about you but when I go traveling, I want to maximize every single minute to explore as much as I can and not wasting time doing nothing!

Where will I go next? Will I get to visit the Christ Church before it gets burned down?

Watch out for my Malacca Trip Day One Part 3!

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The Trip

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It was a chilly Sunday morning.
Most people are still warmly curled-up in their beds at 5.45am but unknown to them, a small congregation had already gathered at a dark, secluded corner of the neighborhood. 

This particular group of people had come together because they shared one common goal, and nothing in the world – not even their comfy beds, could waver their loyalty to their beliefs. This group were fully prepared on this day, to invade the stores of Malaysia, and they vowed not to leave any shelves unraided during their shopping spree!

Thus, this very odd group of people set off on an incredible journey, on board a big, luxurious coach heading towards for the Tuas Checkpoint.

It was still dark outside the windows but after clearing the customs, the rising sun soon lit up the skies with a splendid shade of gold.  

What a magnificent sight to behold!

Our first stop was breakfast at Taman Perling, a popular haunt with many Singaporeans. This place serves a steady stream of hungry Singaporeans who arrives by the bus-loads every weekend. It’s a one-bus-leaves-another-bus-arrives kind of situation so you can guess how much business Singapore is bringing to this coffeeshop?

Actually, there’s really nothing out-of-this-world about the food here thus, it leaves me baffled, why are we brought here for breakfast time after time, whenever we came to Malaysia? Why can’t we have breakfast somewhere else? Why tour coaches like to bring their passengers here for breakfast right after leaving the customs?

Was this the nearest coffeeshop? Was this the only coffeeshop serving breakfast in Taman Perling? Was this Restoran Queen Park highly recommended by the Malaysian Tourism Board?

This is one big mystery I would like to unravel.

There wasn’t much of a crowd this particular Sunday. Were we there too early?
Or were
Singaporeans staying away because they can’t buy cooking oil anymore?

Back to breakfast, I can’t recall if this was the same legendary Amy Yip dai pau we used to relish on during our last visit. If it is, then it has shrunk from a impressive ‘D‘ to a ‘C‘ but still, it’s enough to share among three persons per pau.

Do not attempt to finish one Amy Yip dai pau all by yourself. By the time you struggled to push that last morsel down your throat, everything will be regurgitated out again…

Nope, I don’t really like dai paus… I find the smell of the marinade nauseating.

The Roti Canai was a little tough to tear (my fork bend 90°) but it wasn’t too bad. The sauce tastes somewhat different from what we have in Singapore though it’s also mutton curry. I’ve been here for so many times, but it was still my first time trying out Roti Canai.

Perhaps it’s the novelty that’s blinding my judgment but
I find this quite a refreshing change from our usual
Roti Prata.

After breakfast, we set off merrily for Yong Ping to this shop selling local products.

When we reached there, what greeted us from inside the shop stopped me in my tracks! The shop was already swarming with other customers and it was like a riot scene I thought I would only get to see on CNN news!

Undaunted in the face of danger, the Ah Mas from my group who needed help to descend from the coach earlier have miraculously transformed into rugby players as they elbowed their way in without any help needed at all!

I took a step inside but couldn’t help but noticed the photographs of Christopher Lee and Bernard Tan gracing the wall near the cashiers. The shop space was actually quite spacious yet it wasn’t quite adequate to accommodate all these people.

The customers were practically sweeping the shelves clean as if they are stocking up for an imminent war!

From Wifes’ Biscuits to Pong Piah, this shop have practically all Made-in-Malaysia foodstuffs right here under one roof. Even the variety of 3-in-1 coffee available will have you spoilt for choice!

From the usual Less-sugar Coffee, the shelves were piled high with Green Tea Coffee, Ginseng Coffee and even Tongkat Ali Coffee which I believe does more than just keeping you awake at night!

‘Genuining’ recipe?

The promoters were really friendly and eager to introduce their products to us. Food samplings were also readily available for us to try out. After putting up a very good fight with the other group of customers (whom we later found out were also Singaporeans), we emerged victoriously with bagfuls of titbits and piahs. *pats ourselves on the shoulder*

Exhausted, we continued our itinerary which was lunch at Muar.

During the journey, we were treated to low-crass entertainment of the Mao Mao Song and hum sup jokes on the VCD. I couldn’t bear to further corrupt my mind which was pure-as-ice and white-as-snow hence, I took pictures of the scenery outside the windows instead…

Sound from the VCD: (。。。下面是什么毛?)

Sound from the VCD: (。。。男的叫鸟毛。。。)

Sound from the VCD: (。。。女的叫鸟窝毛。。。)

After a tremulous journey, we finally reached the sleepy town of Muar, which was approximately 179 kilometres from Johor Bahru. Despite it being a Sunday, there wasn’t much people in the streets.

Not many people in sight…

No one…

Where have everyone gone to?

Anyway, this is where we had our lunch to replenish the energy lost from the shopping earlier. Lunch was delicious and there was even herbal soup!

Lunch at Restoran Sin Kee Ting.

After lunch, we went to this temple called 善才庙 (or something like that) which was behind 善才学校. I wasn’t feeling too excited about visiting this seclusive temple but the triple scoop ice-cream sold outside the temple is hard to resist.

Despite having a very filling lunch earlier, there is always room for ice-cream! At RM1.50, this is a must-have whenever I visited Muar. After I had finished my ice-cream, I realized that my change of RM3 has dropped out through the hole in my pocket. I thought that was my due punishment for not remembering the temple’s name (despite having been here for Nth times) and I wasn’t expecting to find it back when I retraced my steps but behold, lying there in a crumpled mess half buried in sand was my RM3 – dirty and unwanted!
I picked up the money with trembling hands and as I dusted the sand away, I glanced towards the direction of the temple gates with nothing but gratitude in my eyes. baa60776

Did the 善才God just 显灵 by letting me reunite with my RM3??

My ice-cream didn’t melt as fast as the previous time when I was here.
Is this an indication that the earth is getting warmer?

After leaving Muar, we set off for a little more shopping at the new Batu Pahat Mall. Throughout the day, we’ve been traveling on the roads and I see nothing but plantations or small sleepy towns with not many people in the streets yet, the moment I walked through the sliding doors, I see people, and lots of them too!

This place is a striking contrast to what I’ve encountered all day! You know? Sleepy town and yawning shopkeepers versus the mall with young people. It’s almost like I’m back in civilization!

With only an hour to shop before dinner, there wasn’t much we could buy. We boarded the coach and headed to Kulai for our last meal of the day.

Dinner at Restoran Guo Tai 88

As night time beckons, the weary shoppers boarded the coach for our final trip home. Fortunately, traffic was smooth on the highway and there wasn’t any jams at the customs. We got cleared pretty fast too and were soon back in home ground feeling very tired but satisfied and proud of our buys