Sometimes, I wish I weren’t such a cheapass and got myself a camera-phone.
It was 1 AM, and I was walking back towards the hotel, after a coupla beers at a few places in Jonkers Walk. Melaka is a tourist town, but also very laidback – most places are shuttered down well before 10. The last thing I expected to see in this town was a line of Kelisas (a popular hatchback in the Malaysia) all pimped out with crazy body kits, snazzy paint-jobs and strobe-lights, as though designed by neo-grunge hippies on LSD. Hatches open, all sported 100,000 W mega-woofers that thumped out beats deep enough to shake teeth loose. A super-young crowd milled about, dressed dandy and doll-like (in a manner I can only describe as “Asian Fop”) chilling by the souped-up Kelisas, swigging beer like it was a crime and bragging (I assume) about past conquests – on the road, and in bed.
If a movie called “Fast & Furious: Melaka Drift” ever comes out, look out for a long-haired dude wearing a Transformers t-shirt, in the crowd scenes. You’ll find him following women with finely sculpted butts.
