Melaka is an assault on all of the senses.

It is an old trading post with Portugese, Dutch and British colonial influences. The lasting influence, however, is Chinese and Chinatown has hardly changed in 100 years. The rickshaws have evolved slightly into pedal driven, outrageously decorated trishaws. They carry enormous batteries and amplifiers and blast out 70s and 80s pop music as you go along. The stalls at the night market sell everything to eat that you could imagine and lots that you couldn't imaging eating. Durian fruit smell like hell and taste like heaven. Couldn't get past the smell.