Well, Melacca is umm, well…strangely fun…and the people, strangely weird. Where are my Portuguese Egg Tarts, dammit.
The Cast
The Road: It’s barely lunchtime (yes, we took 2.30 – 3 hours to get to KL) and the rain is getting more ridiculous. 
Being the village kid that I am, reaching KL in less than 4 hours is well, surreal. Till I saw the reason why. We were ‘cruising’ at 170km/h consistently. Mahai!
The Death Driver doing her thing way above the speed-limit with her forever clueless but ever trusty back seat ‘sri-lankan-dude’ cheering her on. “Yeah man!” We could’ve have break some records by reaching Melacca in less than 4 hours. It felt really possible, but then the rain…it just wouldn’t stop. It just won’t. 
Hence we have to make un-called for stops for smokes. Oh well, break the record next time lah. And just like every holiday trip, the rain stops upon our arrival. Sunshine! Oh babeh…
The Cast
The Road: It’s barely lunchtime (yes, we took 2.30 – 3 hours to get to KL) and the rain is getting more ridiculous. Being the village kid that I am, reaching KL in less than 4 hours is well, surreal. Till I saw the reason why. We were ‘cruising’ at 170km/h consistently. Mahai!The Death Driver doing her thing way above the speed-limit with her forever clueless but ever trusty back seat ‘sri-lankan-dude’ cheering her on. “Yeah man!” We could’ve have break some records by reaching Melacca in less than 4 hours. It felt really possible, but then the rain…it just wouldn’t stop. It just won’t. Hence we have to make un-called for stops for smokes. Oh well, break the record next time lah. And just like every holiday trip, the rain stops upon our arrival. Sunshine! Oh babeh…
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