Christmas dinners roasted and then safely tucked into our tummies (or the freezer, for a rainy day), we legged it up the North-South Highway from Singapore to Melaka.
I’d pre-warned the travel companions that I’d be peopled-out by Christmas, but the self-sabotaging cete of badgers in my head was still on an adrenaline high from all the social interaction and wouldn’t put down their paper party crowns and half-drunk lagers.
The tummy, though, was a little grumpy – general consensus amongst our gaggle of 5 being that the food in Malacca was generally only serviceable. And we’d tried to hit up many highly-recommended joints – Jonker 88 for chendol, Baba Charlie for kueh, Nancy’s Kitchen for Peranakan food, Chun Wah for chicken rice balls…
But the flaking green walls of the East & West Rendezvous Café watched as we returned for a second round of Nyonya chang (rice dumplings) and finely-shaved chendol, generously drizzled with gula melaka.
But Herodotus. And Ecclesiastes.