After eating breakfast, then returned it, I’m ready to go out with Katja to sightseeing in Malacca.
No sleep, diarrhea and vomiting is not stopping me. The show must go on. Katja is patient with me. Very patient actually. It’s not cool dragging along a half dead sulking Humong through the streets.
Katja attend a two hour morning yoga session. It’s lots of people joining and it turns out it’s the world’s first yoga day. The U.N. sanctioned it last December and Katja can now boast of being part of the very first that were held in Malacca. Congrats, honey.

Whew we go out later we start again at the A Famosa as we visited yesterday. The last piece of wall from the old days. It rests at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Gereja St. Paul. An old church overlooking the city. It’s been under different branches of Christianity depending on who held the city. If fell into disuse when the Dutch built another church more in center of town. There are large stone slabs up against the wall inside that church with engravings of people who passed on. Several of them are kids and it acts as a harsh reminder of the hardship and child mortality in the old days.

We walk to The Stadthuys, the number one place to see in Malacca. It’s the old town hall and has acted as administrative headquarter for all parties governing the city. It is a pretty cool museum today. There’s paintings, statues, weapons, clothing, coins and small displays with sort of reenactments.

Outside we crossed the street and did a river walk along the canal. Malacca is a nice city and the canal don’t smell like a lot of others we’ve been at. We get lunch and ate satay at Lung Ann, a street corner restaurant. Quite good even though my appetite is not really working.

It’s hot as ever and we jump into a taxi back to the hotel for relax and cool down.

We go out for dinner and find a place that looks good and lets you compose your own burger. Fat boy burger. But what is it with me and food these days? It’s seriously bad shit. Damn it again.

Walking back through the mall Katja gets a scoop of Baskin Robin ice cream to take away the taste. I’m struggling to keep upright and just put one foot in front of the other until I’m home and in bed.

“I seem to myself, as in a dream,
An accidental guest in this dreadful body.”

―Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova