Just a quick one. So yesterday I finally get to Melaka to catch up with Matt, 4 days after he went there ahead of me. He was done with the place and was leaving that day to go to the Tioman Islands where I would meet him today. I went down there with two Spanish travellers, Sara and Alex, and instead of going to where Matt stayed, we chose a place in Chinatown, the other side of this small city.
About 9pm I get online to check my emails quickly, and am surprised to see some from Matt. His big bag of stuff had been stolen out of the guest house he was staying in, and he was still in Melaka. I grab the lonely planet from Alex for the map and set out to walk to his hostel. Got lost about three times en route, and then randomly passed Matt on the street outside a shopping centre. Good thing too as I was walking in completely the wrong direction...
Turns out that the owner of the hostel had contributed indirectly and not at all intentionally to the theft, and so had given Matt his own backpack. We have however had to come back to Kuala Lumpur so he can buy everything that was stolen. Luckily, this doesn't include things like camera, phone, wallet or passport, but almost everything else.
Quick word on Melaka - it has a rather nice river walk, but only if you don't have a sense of smell. The water is oily black, and your own imaginations can fill in the blanks I've left out here. It does have a large revolving restaurant at the top of a tower, and a hill walk to do where you can see over the whole town. There is also something similar to the London Eye, named in original fashion 'The Eye of Malaysia'.
It also has random gay guys (not) offering sex. After I found Matt and we agreed a plan of action, I walked back to my place at about 2.30am, almost without seeing another soul. Suddenly a rather butch Malaysian guy walks out from behind a tree and starts saying hello in an extremely camp voice. Probabaly realising this wasn't kosher on a subconscious level, I said 'no thanks' to which he replies 'I'm not asking you for sex, I just want to chat to you. As a friend'. A strangled laugh of some sort came out of my throat and I picked up the pace a little. He didn't follow.
I got back to the guest house and Sara and Alex were still up. I recounted this story, to which Alex says I should be complimented. 'Yeah, if a gay guy thinks you're attractive, it's meant to be more of a compliment than if a girl does. They're more picky' he says. I nearly smacked him.
About 9pm I get online to check my emails quickly, and am surprised to see some from Matt. His big bag of stuff had been stolen out of the guest house he was staying in, and he was still in Melaka. I grab the lonely planet from Alex for the map and set out to walk to his hostel. Got lost about three times en route, and then randomly passed Matt on the street outside a shopping centre. Good thing too as I was walking in completely the wrong direction...
Turns out that the owner of the hostel had contributed indirectly and not at all intentionally to the theft, and so had given Matt his own backpack. We have however had to come back to Kuala Lumpur so he can buy everything that was stolen. Luckily, this doesn't include things like camera, phone, wallet or passport, but almost everything else.
Quick word on Melaka - it has a rather nice river walk, but only if you don't have a sense of smell. The water is oily black, and your own imaginations can fill in the blanks I've left out here. It does have a large revolving restaurant at the top of a tower, and a hill walk to do where you can see over the whole town. There is also something similar to the London Eye, named in original fashion 'The Eye of Malaysia'.
It also has random gay guys (not) offering sex. After I found Matt and we agreed a plan of action, I walked back to my place at about 2.30am, almost without seeing another soul. Suddenly a rather butch Malaysian guy walks out from behind a tree and starts saying hello in an extremely camp voice. Probabaly realising this wasn't kosher on a subconscious level, I said 'no thanks' to which he replies 'I'm not asking you for sex, I just want to chat to you. As a friend'. A strangled laugh of some sort came out of my throat and I picked up the pace a little. He didn't follow.
I got back to the guest house and Sara and Alex were still up. I recounted this story, to which Alex says I should be complimented. 'Yeah, if a gay guy thinks you're attractive, it's meant to be more of a compliment than if a girl does. They're more picky' he says. I nearly smacked him.
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