There comes a time in everyone’s life when you just have to be the cheesy tourist.
Like pretending to push the Leaning Tower of Pisa upright for a photo, or sitting astride a massive clog in Amsterdam, we are all united in the fact that as much as we love to laugh at people who engage in such tomfoolery, we love it equally as much.
Our cheesy tourist day came in Melaka. After the ordeal of having had the ends of my hair butchered by a ladyboy, I was in desperate need of some cheering up. Luckily, there are some men with plastic flowers and boomboxes for that. And by that of course I mean the trishaw drivers that line the streets of the city’s Red Dutch Square, outside the oft-photographed Christ Church.