"Long the armpit of Cambodia, notorious for its squalor, scams and sleaze" Lonely Planet ... read more

Fra i fiori tropicali, fra grida di dolcezza, la lenta, lieve brezza scivolava e piano poi portava, fischiando fra la rete, l' odore delle sete e della spezia. Leone di Venezia, Leone di San Marco, l' arma cristiana è al varco dell' Oriente: ai porti di ponente il mare ti ha portato i carichi di avorio e di broccato. Le vesti dei mercanti trasudano di ori, tesori immani portano le stive; si affacciano alle rive le colorate vele, fragranti di garofano e di pepe. Trasudano le schiene schiantate dal lavoro, son per la terra mirra, l' oro e incenso. Sembra che sia nel vento su fra la palma somma il grido del sudore e della gomma. E l' Asia par che dorma, ma sta sospesa in aria l' immensa, millenaria sua cultura: i bianchi e la ... read more

Malacca is a city unlike any other. On the west coast of malaysia, is a city frighted with the past, soaked in blood and sown with bones. It is an extraordinary city where half of the world's races have met, fought, loved and reproduced; where different religions have come together tolerated each other and integrated; where the intrests of great empires have struggled for primacy... if you wait until evening and then walk silently along thew walls or go up one of the hills and sit quitely on the old stones, you will hear it. It is alsmost a whisper, like the breeze, but you hear it all the same: the voice of history. malacca is one of those places. They whisper in chinese in portuguese, in dutch, in english, in malay, some even in italian... ... read more

We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here I've fallen for a tawny Moor, took off to the land of Nod Drank with all the Chinamen, walked the sewers of Paris I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand You must say goodbye to me ...We sail tonight for Singapore... Tom Waits... read more

But the true travellers are they who depart For departing's sake; with hearts light as balloons, They never swerve from their destinies, Saying continuously, without knowing why: 'Let us go on!' Charles Baudelaire... read more