Malacca – Lukut - 75 km
The high humidity left me drenched before even getting underway.
However, the day offered pleasant coastal riding. A humble stand
provided breakfast at a fraction of the price in touristy Malacca. One
could tell the day was unusually hot as even Muslim ladies were
swimming – burka and all.
Seeing all those ladies in their wet burkas must’ve been a tad too
much for this conservative society, and no sooner had my path left
the coast than I came across a man masturbating by the roadside.
The oppressing heat made me opt for a pricey homestay, if only for
the powerful air-con.
Lukut – Puchong – 80 km
My early departure was due to the heat and I headed towards Peter's
place in Puchong, with the hope of meeting him and his family. The
day turned out to be comfortable riding, with the route taking me
partly through palm oil plantations and partly along a busy road that
went past the Malaysian Grand Prix circuit and airport.
Upon reaching Peter's place, I was greeted with a cold beer and a
warm pie - what a lovely treat.