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The thought of going to Melaka next, evoked memories of countries on a world map coloured pink. During my school days, we learned about Commonwealth countries, so Melaka was somewhere vaguely familiar.
I found the whole Commonwealth thing pretty boring at the time. I never connected what I learned at school with the twenty or so pen friends I accumulated from around the world. After all, who cared how Malaysia’s rubber trees were tapped for their sap? Or that Melaka was once ruled by the Portuguese? I certainly didn’t at that age, but some how that information remained fastened to my brain like a pilot fish to a shark.