I was woken by chants in stereo coming from nearby mosques. I rolled over to the other side, moaned, having forgotten that on the other side I had a broken…
Well, I got my share of luck. Having fallen victim to two gentlemen on a motorcycle, I’m sitting in Melaka two months longer than originally planned, persuading my collarbone to grow back…
Surprise? Change? Same, same, but different? It is the little things and trifling details that build our view about a country and its culture. You compare opinions, habits, popular conversation…