We got ready and went straight to the kitchen area for breakfast. I overheard the English/German couple sat next to us say that they had to leave the tea bag in the cup for three minutes, so I asked if they had been to the Cameron Highlands! We got talking about the places we had been to in Malaysia. They had both been working in Australia, so we then talked about the ease of finding work in the country. They both highly recommended visiting Oz and the other day we had talked about getting a working visa if only to save enough money so we could travel the country. Anyway, we set off walking to Kampung Morten, a traditional Malay village situated by the bank of the Melaka river. We walked through Little India, but there wasn't much too see other than the odd incense and saree shop. We soon passed St. Paul's Church, which was built in 1970 and is the oldest Roman Catholic church in Malaysia. We seemed to walk a little too far as Melaka abruptly stopped and all we could see ahead of us was a highway. So we turned around and took a right turn which led us to the Melaka River. We could see Kampung Morten on the other side of the river so we crossed the footbridge and we were welcomed into Villa Sentosa, also known as the Malay Living Museum. The owner, Abdul Ibrahim, greeted us and showed us around the place. Villa Sentosa is a traditional Malay house, built in the early 20th century, but is now a living museum. Abdul showed us an old, framed photograph of his father and grandfather, as well as a family tree that showed he was one of twelve offspring. There was also a framed MBE royal certificate pinned to the wall, which was awarded to his grandfather by King George V. We were then shown into the the dining room, which had a table laden with traditional ceramic and pottery. We had a quick glimpse inside of the kitchen, but it actually looked fairly generic. Abdul then showed us the art work painted onto vinyl records produced by his brother. We stepped out into the courtyard, which was positioned in the centre of the building and was open to the elements and the rest of the house. We wondered, like everybody else, how the house didn't become flooded but Abdul had the answer! The rain fell into the tiled courtyard, which cooled the centre of the house thus causing a convection current so that the hot air moved out of the house and rose, escaping via the roof. The next item we were shown in the house was a gong thought to be more than 200 years old. There was a legend that if you made a wish and hit the gong three times it would come true, so of course we both made a wish and hit the thing! However, I barely hit the gong on my first attempt, so no wish for me! We then saw a cabinet full of gifts presented to Villa Sentosa by other countries, including Japan, England, Italy and Indonesia. England had given a whole tea set as a gift, as had China! We were then allowed to touch the 'king' pillar of the house, which was meant to bring good luck! We had the chance to sit in the same seat as a previous King and Queen of Malaysia and again Abdul demanded to take our photo as he had throughout the house. We moved into the bedroom, which Abdul plainly told us contained the bed where he and his eleven siblings were made! The final room we visited was the living room where we had the chance to browse a photo album and read the comments of other visitors to Villa Sentosa, including Winston Churchill! Abdul then taught us how to say our name in Japanese, then proceeded to say thank you in many a different language. He then asked us what four things we had learnt on our visit, to which I replied Japanese but this wasn't on his list. The four things, according to Abdul, were history, culture, architecture and hospitality. He shook our hand and then showed us to the donation box, which had two RM10 notes sellotaped inside so Andrew pulled out one RM10 note. However, Abdul pointed to the other note and said another one, so Andrew, under pressure, placed down another RM10 note. It was a bit of a shame that the "voluntary" donation turned out to be a forced donation, as we would have happily donated what we saw fit. We left Villa Sentosa and on the way out spoke to a lady who was the sister of Abdul. Overall, the visit to Villa Sentosa was worthwhile as we learnt a great deal about Malay heritage and we had a personal explanation in the form of Abdul, so only the donation box spoiled the atmosphere of the visit. 
 
We walked to Chinatown to eat at Cafe 1511, housed in an old shophouse . It was nicely restored and the food was a decent price. We tried pai tee, which were little top hats made of rice flour and filled with turnip, omelette and shallots served with sweet chilli dipping sauce. We were so hot and bothered even after eating and drinking so we decided to call it a day. We watched a film once we got back to our guesthouse and then walked to the end of the street to eat at a South Indian restaurant, where we both chose a tandoori set. As we were eating we saw a huge black dragonfly hit the ceiling fan and get thrown across the room, where it landed on a table stone cold dead. A group of Indian girls sat next to us seemed so upset and one immediately got up out of her seat to go and look at it, but the owner simply got hold of a wing and put it in the bin. We walked back to our guesthouse, calling off at a supermarket to buy a bar of chocolate, and had a few cans of Carlsberg before bed.