The Weekend


The Teenager and I pushed off from Kuala Lumpur on Saturday morning to head for Malacca, one of our favourite cities to be. It was a nice, slow drive, taking in the sceneries and surprisingly the traffic was very good. Did a few pit stops too so therefore the supposedly 2.5 hours drive became longer than that.

This trip was also some sort of a girls getaway weekend where mom-daughter did some bonding together and The Teenager, as usual will whine at being dragged around to some “un-teenager” activities such as antique hunting, river cruise and handicraft bargaining.

We LOVE holidays, no doubt. The idea of a getaway from the city has always excited us. But, thats where the similarities stop, however. My idea of a getaway means exploring the quaint part of a place, window shop for antiques and handicraft, a quiet afternoon on the beach with a book and the sunblock getting nice tan lines, or worse still (in the Teenager’s mind), dragging her high jungle trekking in the middle of the Borneo rainforest and getting acquainted with the leeches and what-nots.

Her definition is pretty simple: take her to a place where there are malls and “options” (she has devised a new name for cute guys…), and she would be a happy on-the-holiday teenager.

Yea, like as if I am going to spend an entire day checking the length of a mall. 

Malacca, being a historical city, has plenty of activities to offer both of us and we had the best of both worlds. We were traipsing Jonker Street like nobody’s business and stopping occassionally at the various cute cafes.

Picked up and hugged a few resident cats while walking back to the hotel as well.

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