Chinese Medicine Shoppe

While in Melaka, Malaysia, I sought out a pharmacy. Two days prior in Singapore, I had acquired a certain stomach discomfort which shall not be elaborated here. I asked directions a few times, but could not seem to find this phantom pharmacy in Melaka’s historic downtown.

There were, however, several traditional Chinese Medicine Shoppes scattered about. Partially seeking a practical middle ground in obtaining a remedy and partially by curiosity, I ventured in. I commenced by asking for something that would obtain similar results to a particular medicine. I was almost embarrassed to describe my symptoms but then I remembered that I was speaking to a person in the medical trade and ceased my comparative solicitation.

The chemist recommended a specific medicine:


I have no idea what was in it and have no idea what it is called, but it did correct the symptoms within a few hours.

Excellent Food on Malaysia Airlines

It was my first trip to Malaysia and my first time on Malaysia Airlines. While I tried to sleep for the most part, of course I made sure that I was wide awake for meals.



Lunch or Dinner (depending on whether we were on KUL or FRA time by then was Beef Brisket smothered in a Dijon mustard sauce with green beans and mashed potatoes. On the side was a pasta salad with a generous (proportionately) helping of minced salmon and a lemon wedge. Wine was an option for a beverage and real butter was included for the bread. While there was a chicken and dumplings option, I do take note that there was no vegetarian option available. A few hours later we were given a box of snacks, which had some cookies, chocolate covered peanuts, and some other things.

The entertainment was plentiful, but the technology was a little more difficult to operate as compared with other airlines. I could not seem to turn on the radio for music. I ended up watching A Boy Called H which was a film out of Japan set during the WW2 period. I kept nodding off during it, but would love to watch more than the first 20 minutes of it when I get the chance. The radio started working unexpectedly around breakfast time.

Breakfast was served 2 hours before landing and was preceded by an announcement that, due to expected turbulence, hot beverage service would be suspended. I was most certainly not happy to hear this. Despite my severe disappointment, the breakfast consisted of rice, a reheated egg, shrimp paste, fruits, yogurt, and a croissant.

Soon after, the coffee was served and life was good again.