Malaysia WOW WOW WOW

He he he, well I guess that was the best way to describe my last day in Melaka (or Malacca). I really really liked that town so much, every day I would discover a different street and all of them were so charming. But the big 3 wows were for the strangest Hindu celebration I witnessed that morning. I suddently felt I was back in India again, lots and lots and lots of Indian people, Indian food, loud Indian music, and they all were wearing their most beautiful costumes, of course all the ladies looked like princesses and I felt so shabby on my tracksuit pants... Anyway, the celebrations started and I was shocked to see men with spears all over their bodies, in their cheeks, tongues, lips, in their backs they had lots of hooks and some men had little pots of milk hanging from those hooks, others were carrying something very heavy on their shoulders with lots of peacock feathers and many strings that were attached to their bodies through dozens (maybe hundreds!) of piercings. That sounds quite gruesome but actually there was not so much blood involved, and there was the music accompanying these men and it was like a fiesta, everybody seem quite happy, everybody except the little babies I saw who were crying so much because they were shaving their heads... Ah! and another good thing... Free food! yoohooo: 3 different kinds of curries with rice and a drink made of cucumber and yoghourt and spices, tasty!
After so much "partying" there was another surprise in store (?): the end of the Chinese New Year celebrations, more delicious food, more beautiful costumes (but only wear them by the dancers), lion dancing, kung fu fighting, fireworks, etc etc
I felt a bit sad leaving the Guest House in Malacca on the way to Singapore, Malaysia had treated me very well (except for some mosquito bites in Kuala Lumpur, and some dodgy hotel rooms...).