Visit the essentials of Malacca in one day

This is my 3rd day in this kingdom of Malaysia (a little reminder that we are here in a constitutional monarchy, although the word "kingdom" does not appear in the official name, unlike countries like the United Kingdom, Belgium or even simply its Thai neighbor).

I arrive in Malacca, a historic city of importance, a former Portuguese trading post, with its share of old buildings to see, and a small seaside town that is pleasant to visit. A quick overview.

Brief History of Malacca

Malacca (Melaka in Malay) has a long colonial past of 450 years, which began with the arrival of the Portuguese, who favored commercial exchange through the control of the famous strait of the same name.

The Strait of Malacca was in fact a strategic issue coveted by the European powers which made the city an important port from the 16th century (it is also the oldest port in Malaysia as it was founded at the beginning of the 15th century) when Malacca was still only a Sultanate.

Portuguese rule would last 130 years from the conquest of the city by Afonso de Albuquerque in 1511 and it was in 1641 that the Netherlands took control until 1824 when the British Empire came to establish its sovereignty in Southeast Asia, until the independence of Malaysia in 1956 (not counting the period of Japanese occupation during the Second World War).

The city has been listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site (just like Penang where we went last time) since 2008. The modern city is very large (even larger than Kuala Lumpur) and still has more than 500 inhabitants, but the historic center is concentrated in the same area, making the visit easily accessible on foot.

Getting to Malacca from KL

Let's skip the historical minute and get back to my trip. I left my hotel in Kuala Lumpur at 9am and reached the bus terminal via KL Sentral, taking the local RER, the KTM. I stopped at the Bandar Tasik Selatan station (Terminal Bersepadu Selatana – Bandar Tasik Selatan, abbreviated as TBS -BTS) to the new bus terminal going to the south of the country.

As an aside, between the train stop and the main hall I passed a blonde girl, seemingly a tourist, well-groomed, but who was begging... or rather waving a cardboard box, sporting a pretty smile and saying "give me 1 or 2 RM to buy me a ticket...".

What are commonly called "begpackers," a recent phenomenon among Europeans, finance part of their round-the-world trip or journey through donations…

Not always appreciated in Asia, as many find it indecent, given the differences in salaries and the very chance of being able to travel to the other side of the world easily (powerful passport, greater purchasing power to buy the plane ticket, etc.).

Anyway, let's get back to the point. The KL bus station was crowded, but the queue wasn't too long. The ticket wasn't expensive, just... 12 RM to go to Malaccawhich is about 2 hours from Kuala Kumpur (when traffic is good). There was a choice of several dozen companies, with prices varying slightly, particularly depending on the quality of service and the bus.

Personally, I took the first bus that was leaving, depending on the time; I have no complaints about the company in question. Transnasional it seems to me.

Welcome to Malacca

The journey went smoothly, but no sooner had I disembarked than I was confronted with the little "scam" of the day. Upon arriving at Melaka Sentral bus terminal, I see a sign that displays something like:

Ignore the taxis who come to solicit and go to official stand to get the taxi meters

I thought, okay, fine, so I follow the signs and politely walk over to the stand in question. There, I start getting turned away for no reason by the guy at the kiosk, and all the taxi drivers jump on me saying, No taxi meter in Melaka"OK... and that sign over there, is that just for decoration?"

So, I'm confused by the logic of the warning, which clearly doesn't change the locals' behavior, even though the local officials seem to be in on it too… I was given a very rude awakening, to the point that all the drivers refused to take me…

I eventually resigned myself to accepting pay the 20 RM asked, seeing that I would have no choice… Finally, someone will agree to take me, but what an atmosphere… And from what I have seen, I will not be the only one to be a little disappointed by this welcome.

Where to sleep in Malacca

Finally arrived in the small room of my guest house, River One Residence in Malacca, I like its relaxed atmosphere, right next to the canal. It's a very simple room, with air conditioning, a fan, a piece of furniture and a single electrical outlet (which I didn't have an adapter for since it was an English outlet). It's a shared bathroom and I paid 400 baht per night (less than €10).

The hotel is close to the famous street which becomes pedestrianized with a market on weekends, the Jonker Walk (which is officially marked “Jalan Hang Jebat” if you search on Google maps)

Shortly after, I met a group of young French people, passing by my hotel while I was having lunch on the terrace overlooking the canal. When I heard them, I couldn't resist saying hello. I then learned that it was a group of students from Singapore and Kuala Lumpur (but all from the same business school). We got on well and finally, we decided to meet up to visit the city together (and we ended up spending a good part of the evening together as well).

Dutch Square or the “red” square of Malacca

We start with the unmissable place in Malacca! Sometimes called the Dutch square… Or even Red Square. It is easy to understand why, when you see the buildings surrounding the square in question, it is also called City Hall Square.

It includes the Melaka Clock Tower and the Queen Victoria Fountain (dating from 1904), the Christ Church which dates from the time of Dutch rule and the Youth Museum which was once a post office and now serves as a documentation centre on associations and other activities for young people in Malaysia and elsewhere.

We decided to take a look inside the church, which is very simple in style, nothing like the naves with large stained-glass windows, etc. No, it's a Protestant church, and in fact, it's the oldest in Malaysia still in operation.

Most of the buildings were built during the 19th century, the oldest dating back to the end of the 17th century. It is said to be the oldest building still intact from this colonial era in the Orient.

Le City Hall, its pretty name, is said to have been completed in 1660 and to have first served as a place of residence for the Dutch governor in charge of the region, before becoming a town hall during the time of British rule. It is also the latter who attributes one of the names to this place, because in old Dutch it means town hall.

Walk to the estuary

Knowing that Malacca is on the seaside, we said to ourselves, let's go there! And there, not having a map, I thank the GPS on my phone... We first took a look at the remains of the fortress next to the square, where there is also a reproduction of a 13m water mill wheel, built in 2008.

As soon as we moved away from the historic district, the streets became very quiet. We passed in front of the maritime museum, installed in a reproduction of an old Portuguese ship, it is a beautiful effect.

We arrive at a small island where the famous Selat mosqueFamous in the sense that it's normally one of the city's main attractions, being located on the seafront and therefore quite photogenic. But we won't go that far. Groups of buses full of Chinese tourists disgorge their streams of visitors who take their photos here and then leave…

After this little moment of breathing the breeze coming from the sea, we retraced our steps and first passed through a small covered market (look for the Newton Food Court on Google Maps), looking for a place to sit (and which we didn't find...).

We then passed through the small Taman Merdeka Square, which seems to be popular with its train and plane parked there. Next stop, the remains of the A famosa fort and its 16th century gate.

The Fort A Famosa

We arrive at the famous gate which is all that remains of the original fort, dismantled in 1807 by the British. The fortress, of Portuguese construction, dates from 1511, so it is also a European-style architecture among the oldest still standing in Asia. The fort is known as “A Famosa” in Portuguese or “the famous” in good French.

Its dismantling was ordered (just like the capture of Malacca) to deal with Napoleon's expansionist ambitions... Which shows that it is linked to the history of France! The reasoning at the time was that we did not want to risk maintaining it only to end up falling into the wrong hands...

It is actually thanks to the future founder of the city (and future state) of Singapore, Sir Stamford RafflesA great lover of history, he is credited with ensuring that the so-called "Porta de Santiago" gate still exists today. While visiting Malacca in 1810, he ordered that it be preserved while the fort was almost entirely dismantled.

It's a shame he didn't arrive sooner. But it also shows how long it took to dismantle the fort! Upon arrival, we passed by the Memorial Pengisytiharan Kemerdekaanwhich was a club, created in 1911. Today it has become a memorial to those who worked towards Malaysia's independence after more than 450 years of European domination…

Before climbing up to see the remains of St. Paul's Church on its hill, we needed a short break to cool off. Luckily, there's a nice shopping mall right next to the fort.

Saint Paul's Church

After this cool drink break, we returned to the door, to go up and see the remains of Saint-Paul churchwhich, given its history, should really have been called Saint Francis Xavier. The name was actually given by the Dutch, and also applied to the hill on which the building is built.

This church was once a simple chapel, built in 1521 to the glory of the holy virgin Mary, by a Portuguese nobleman wishing to thank heaven for having spared him during a terrible storm, while he was sailing on the China Sea.

It then became a burial place for nobles. It was renovated several times until the end of the 16th century before being enlarged, notably by adding a 2nd floor topped with a bell tower, this had already disappeared when the English arrived in 1824, while the church had been abandoned since the Dutch had built their Protestant church in 1753 on the town hall square.

From here, there's a nice view, and I can see the department store where we were on the left. I'm thinking that I'm not sure much of all our modern buildings will remain in 500 years… Not necessarily nostalgic, but just an observation (because humanity has turned to more temporary and less timeless constructions…)

The Legend of Saint Francis Xavier

In front of the church stands a statue of St. Francis Xavier, which is relatively recent, dating from 1952. Interestingly, the missing right hand is attributed to a falling tree branch, whereas the actual body of the venerable Francis Xavier is indeed missing his right hand (in fact, his entire arm, see below), as the Pope wished to keep a limb of the Saint as a relic in acceptance of his canonization…

So why this reference to Saint Francis Xavier? He was the first Catholic Jesuit missionary whose missions took him mainly to Asia, leaving Lisbon in 1541. He had previously founded in 1534 in a chapel in Montmartre the famous Society of Jesus, whose members, the Jesuits, are in the news after the election of Pope Francis.

For 12 years, notably in India, Goa, Malacca, Japan and China, he preached the word of God, successfully converting the populations. His fame was such that many miracles were attributed to him.

From his experience, he would remember the welcome and his time spent in Goa. Thus, when he fell ill in the South China Sea at the end of 1553, and sensing his time was coming, this is why he asked that his remains be brought back to Goa.

The process being complicated by the length of the journey, his body was placed in a coffin with quicklime (which burns the fabric and prevents odors), then temporarily buried beneath the Church of St. Paul in Malacca while the ship was prepared for Goa. The site of the tomb, which remained open, is surrounded by a fence.

Legend has it that when he was moved to a new coffin for the journey, one of his fingers was cut off to make it a relic; the blood then flowed as fresh as if death had occurred the day before, while the body was astonishingly in a perfect state of preservation.

The same phenomenon was observed 60 years after his death, when Pope Gregory VI agreed to canonize Saint Francis Xavier in 1622, on the condition that his right arm (with which he blessed) be returned to Rome. The legend persists all the more because his body remains in Goa, displayed publicly every 10 years and in a remarkably well-preserved state.

Jonker Walk and Malacca nightlife

From there, most of the sightseeing was done. The group of young people I was with decided to take a shopping break (especially the girls, the only guy just followed them), I took the opportunity to go back to my hotel for a good shower before going out to eat with them later.

So after exchanging our contacts, just to meet up, I headed back to the River One. But I took the time to go for a quick look at Jonker Walk before dark, just to get my bearings. I also took some pictures of the sunset, which was absolutely bright red and painted the streets beautifully.

Concretely Jonker Walk is THE lively street of Malacca, a sort of local Khao San Road even if less festive strictly speaking. There are many restaurants, cafes, souvenir shops and local merchants.

There were quite a few people there that evening. Once we'd met up, we found a nice little spot to eat on one of the streets perpendicular to Jonker Walk. To continue the evening, we immediately looked for a bar to sit down at on another perpendicular street.

We did take a look at the Hard Rock cafe but it's clearly too expensive (as an aside, I ended up going there the next day when I was going to spend the day with a Singaporean friend).

A little heated, the group decided to go for a rickshaw ride as they passed Red Square, for fun. Personally, even when drunk, it didn't appeal to me so I had fun watching them do it and playing the music loud. Once we found a spot where we could stop (sorry, I can't remember the name...), we stayed there until closing time, at 4am. What a night!