What better way to celebrate Hari Raya than in Malaysia right? K and I spent the long weekend in Melaka with my in-laws eating, playing mahjong, sleeping and shopping. These were literally the only 4 things we did during our 3 day 2 night stay there. In fact, baby and I were spoilt rotten during the trip, with my mom in law (MIL) constantly asking me what i want to eat, and ordering all kinds of nice and nutritious dishes for me. Of course, there was the occasional unhealthy yet delicious meal, usually during supper time..
I found a delicious wan tan noodle stall, had the best fried you tiao, and also ate the well known nonya dishes and chendol that Melaka is famous for. My MIL had rented a 2 bedroom serviced apartment near the city. It was a decent apartment, albeit very old and run down. More like a really old HDB flat. Everyday, we passed our time by eating out, playing mahjong in the apartment, taking naps and then a little bit of shopping. I didn't really buy much though, cause the things there are either really ugly, or expensive. In the end, i just bought some pineapple tarts and tau sar peah for my family.
My favourite steam beancurd with onion oil sauce
Melaka Chenddol
I knew Hari Raya was gonna be a big thing in Malaysia, but i had no idea HOW big it was gonna be. There was fireworks almost every night. Not the big scale spectacular ones, but just the normal types. In fact, it was quite dis-tastely done with no choreography at all.. During the first night, while playing mahjong, we actually saw fireworks display in 3 different locations all at the same time, all viewable from our apartment balcony. Incidentally, there was lightning during the fireworks display, and i managed to catch a glimpse of several flashes of lightning lighting up the night sky with the fireworks in the background. The image is just too magnificent for words.. = )
Then there were the prayer sessions at the mosques.. From our apartment, we could hear the praying being broadcast over the microphone / PA system from the mosque from as early as 6am in the morning. For 3 days without fail.. That kind of became my alarm clock, although i still manage to fall back to sleep every time after that..
On the last day, we checked out and actually drove towards JB for about 45 mins before we realized all our passports were still in the apartment. My MIL had hidden the passports on top of the cupboard, thinking that was a good place to hide them since there was no safe box. She even instructed us to remind her to take them before we check out. But no surprise, nobody remembered.. SO.. we had to drive all the way back again. haha..
And on our way back, we had one last bowl of chendol, and even aligned the car wheels. The whole wheel alignment set us back by nearly hours. The stupid man told us it will only take 20 mins.. The first thing he did was take out all 4 of our wheels, so we had no choice but to wait. The whole thing ended up taking 1.5 hours. By the time we reached JB, it was already 830pm. We had planned to have my favourite Bak Kut Teh in JB for tea. But we didn't even managed to have it for dinner cause by the time we arrived, the restaurant was closed already. Sigh.. so sad.. I have been craving for this Bak Kut Teh since i came back from New Zealand.. = (
I found a delicious wan tan noodle stall, had the best fried you tiao, and also ate the well known nonya dishes and chendol that Melaka is famous for. My MIL had rented a 2 bedroom serviced apartment near the city. It was a decent apartment, albeit very old and run down. More like a really old HDB flat. Everyday, we passed our time by eating out, playing mahjong in the apartment, taking naps and then a little bit of shopping. I didn't really buy much though, cause the things there are either really ugly, or expensive. In the end, i just bought some pineapple tarts and tau sar peah for my family.
The apartment we stayed in. It was so old even the letter "A" has fallen off!
My favourite steam beancurd with onion oil sauce
Then there were the prayer sessions at the mosques.. From our apartment, we could hear the praying being broadcast over the microphone / PA system from the mosque from as early as 6am in the morning. For 3 days without fail.. That kind of became my alarm clock, although i still manage to fall back to sleep every time after that..
On the last day, we checked out and actually drove towards JB for about 45 mins before we realized all our passports were still in the apartment. My MIL had hidden the passports on top of the cupboard, thinking that was a good place to hide them since there was no safe box. She even instructed us to remind her to take them before we check out. But no surprise, nobody remembered.. SO.. we had to drive all the way back again. haha..
And on our way back, we had one last bowl of chendol, and even aligned the car wheels. The whole wheel alignment set us back by nearly hours. The stupid man told us it will only take 20 mins.. The first thing he did was take out all 4 of our wheels, so we had no choice but to wait. The whole thing ended up taking 1.5 hours. By the time we reached JB, it was already 830pm. We had planned to have my favourite Bak Kut Teh in JB for tea. But we didn't even managed to have it for dinner cause by the time we arrived, the restaurant was closed already. Sigh.. so sad.. I have been craving for this Bak Kut Teh since i came back from New Zealand.. = (
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