Started my journey south at 7.30pm. And without the company of my new 'ICE', the journey would not be that pleasant. Kept me company throughout the ride. Without a map and other guiding material, this was all gonna be based on instincts. Somehow I knew exactly where the bojans are hanging out. Two hours later, reached Melaka Town, park my ride (Higure) and off I go. It took me a few meters walk, search and destroy mode, and there exactly how I pictured it, they chilling at one of many laid-back spots. The bojans didn't give me the undisputed scout title for no reason, . . . anyways . . .
Walked the streets and the atmosphere was great. It was nice that JazZica was there with us, appreciate it that she let us be who we are. As history was in the making, I gotta admit that this was the first time that we bojans had a place to stay, and a very good hotel too upon our standards. But bojans are still bojans, park benches, bushes, empty halls, are the most convenient resting areas. HaHaha . . .
Twin Beds, awesome, haha, but there we like 5 of us, and the Private was allocated to the floor. While Sarge, Corporal, General and our dear JazZzica slept on the beds. Next morning, head out to Melaka streets again, bathing ourselves in the hot afternoon sun, looking for places to fill our stomachs and chill la joe!
I wouldn't trade another day just to chill and hang with the Bojans let alone JazZzica.
"when there is no way, there is the bojan way" ~ choon bojan
