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We're really 'uptown' in Amee's flashin, blinkin three-wheeled machineJune 30 - July 4, 1999  Melaka, Malaysia

"What does this one do?" I ask, pointing to one of a half dozen toggle switches lined up along his makeshift handlebar console.
"Flashing lights by wheel, in front."
"And this one?"
"These small ones, here" he explains as he points to a plate, also mounted to the front of the handlebars, that's about the size of an envelope and loaded with 30-40 tiny diodes. "And this one for radio. This one for power meter." he says proudly as he flips it on, showing me that the auto battery tucked away beneath our seat is at full charge.

Touring the town in style!Amee's voice shudders a bit during his explanations.  As he peddles, the three of us bounce along the sometimes rocky cobblestone (but more often times just plain ol' bumpy asphalt) streets of time-honored Melaka. We're crusin' in the most classic of rides - a pedal-powered trishaw. Basically a standard bicycle, but with a carriage of a small bench seat for two, a canopy, and a third wheel (thus the name trishaw) bolted and welded to the frame, this small pollution-free mode of transport is ideal for the old, narrow streets of Melaka. Although it's pedal powered, it still has all the amenities of a modern motor bike - a jammin' stereo with 6" woofers, a shrill electric horn, three or four metal 'ching, ching' bells, functional brake lights, a not so functional head light, dancing diodes, yards and yards of blinking lights, and a console (complete with battery charge meter) that controls it all. "Battery last 3 days, then swap with charged one." Amee informs us.

Peddlin to a disco ditty: a five six seven eight . . bomp, bomp, bomp'And here we are, happily bumping along in the hot Melaka sun, flags fluttering in the breeze, and stereo blaring an upbeat little disco ditty straight from the U.S. (dance all day . . my Romeo, oh Romeo . . a cowboy guy from head to toe . . he's so fine, now get in line, a five six seven eight . . bomp, bomp, bomp). All while getting a mini-tour of Malacca, arguably Malaysia's most historical city. What's now a mish-mash of cultures and influences (Chinese, Siamese, Portuguese, Dutch, English, and Indian) is sadly the direct product of years of struggle and strife, as the port was often invaded, sometimes even traded, among the military powerhouses of both Asia and Europe.

The bright red Christ Church on Melaka's main squareBut on the bright side, the resulting hodge-podge mix of people, cultures and religions, make Melaka, and for that matter the entire country of Malaysia, not only one of the most diverse and interesting, but also one of the easiest 'traveling countries' in Southeast Asia. It's a combination of things, really. Intangibles such as the country's relative wealth; very reasonable prices; the wide-spread use of at least rudimentary English (mostly self taught from one of the U.S.A.'s 'wonderful' exports, TV shows like Rikki Lake or Cosby); a stable government; and water that you can drink straight from the tap. But what really makes for easy traveling is Malaysia's outwardly friendly people, who always return (and sometimes even initiate) a smile, nod, or wave to a passerby.

"And this one, kung fu school, chop chop, heh, heh""O.K., now this, this Old Chinatown" Amee tells us as we swing around the corner, we notice an almost immediate change in the surrounding atmosphere. "You ever wonder why it is that a city's Chinatown is almost always its most entertaining and colorful area?" I lean over and ask Laura. "And do you think that there's such a thing as a 'Chinatown' in China?"
"What? You're loony! Where do you come up with stuff like that?" she replies as we pull up to our first stop, a bound feet shoe maker.

Bound feet shoe cobler in old ChinatownYep, a bound feet shoe maker. The practice is rare nowadays, but at one time the Chinese thought that small feet on women were a sign of beauty, prestige and wealth. The small girls from the wealthier families would literally pay the price or their family's success by having their feet basically folded over in half, and then tightly bound with cloth, causing them to grow into permanent disfigurement. Today, thankfully the practice has been outlawed. But the few women from that era who are still alive, survive a daily hell of pain and immobility, and still need shoes. It's this service that our friend the cobbler still proudly provides.

Antique Buddha statue clamoring with kidsOur next few stops include a temple or two, a mausoleum, and a handful of shops along the famous antiques and collectibles avenue, Jonket Street. Our browsing turns up a number of good finds, but also uncovers loads of overpriced trinkets, all proving the road remains true to its name of jonket or 'junk' street. Laura and I decide to continue our tour by water. With a quick goodbye to Amee, we hop on a converted tug/fishing vessel for a trip up through the center of Melaka via its river. Well, they call it a river, and I guess, as filthy and dirty as it is, technically it's still a river.

Fishing junkettes at anchorThe river's floating refuse shares the murky brown water with a hearty, if not somewhat strange, spectrum of wildlife.   Wildlife such as giant rodent-eating lizards, raucous and noisy black crows, tough and scrappy free-range chicken, mound-making mud lobsters, and amphibious fish that can both breath air and walk on land. Its banks are lined with now anchored fishing junkets, wooden shanties balancing precariously on stilts, and centuries old brick and mortar riverside tradehouses that look as though they're ready to crumble and avalanche into the river at any moment.

A shanty with the 'flags of the United Nations' waving in the breezeStretching out between the shanties and junkets, are the 'flags of the United Nations' (colorful lines of laundry waving in the breeze), and 'walkways to the sea' (rickety docks and piers jutting randomly from the shore). But I have to admit that taken all together, these disparate parts paint quite a picture and create quite a scene. A scene so eccentric in fact, that it even impressed the tainted Hollywood types enough to use it for a setting for their new big screen blockbuster, Entrapment with Sean Connery. Pretty impressive stuff for a bunch of ol' lizards, fishermen, and amphibious fish just doing what they can to get by.

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