28th June – 1st July 2016

Malacca, often see “Maleka” too though I’m not sure what that refers to(?), was off to a strange start. I had arranged to stay with a couch surfer host which always makes me slightly anxious. As Edwin showed me, there’s usually nothing to worry about and it’s generally filled with lovely, trustworthy people. There’s always the nervousness that it only takes one to spoil the experience for the rest of your life though.

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