It was raining as we crossed the border. We ended up at the JB Sentral station where we got a bus to Melaka, or Malacca—it seems to have multiple spellings. Unfortunately, since that morning, I had gotten sick. Everything I ate or drink went right through me, and I also got quite the fever. I was hungry and thirsty, but I refrained from ingesting anything on the four-hour bus journey because I knew I would need to immediately use a bathroom

After arriving in the city and reaching our hotel, I spent a lot of time in bed wearing multiple blankets and just trying to sleep the sickness away.

After a day or two, I was able to hold down food a bit better, but I was still only regaining my strength. Puujee and I walked around a bit, but I had to stop every 5 or so minutes for a quick break as my breath would start to draw up short. I felt like the most out-of-shape person on the planet.

We saw A Famosa, which wasn’t far from our hotel. It is an old fort from back when Malacca was colonized by the Portuguese. Continue reading →