Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo
Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo
Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo
Baby Shark!
This is the first verse of an idiotic children’s song that has hung over our trip like a vulture over a zebra not quite dead. I believe my roommate, may a thousand pariah dogs defile the graves of his ancestors, introduced it and such was its impact that the damn thing is still in my head despite the fact that I’m writing this blog entry in Singapore several days after the events described below.
Baby Shark achieved it’s ghastly apotheosis one night in Melaka when a series of events combined to produce the perfect storm. My roommate was in this up to his neck I was merely a helpless victim. Melaka has bicycle powered rickshaws for the amusement of the tourists and the irritation of the motorists. These trishaws are decked out with fuzzy toys and bright colour schemes. At night they are brightly illuminated and play music. I think you can see where this is going.
Four of us, the two bike riders, the Transylvanian German and myself had arranged to meet up early in the evening sample some street food and then go on a night river cruise. The two bike riders turned up with the glow that denotes healthy exercise or possibly incipient heatstroke and we proceeded to sample. After this our little band split in two. Melaka has one of those sightseeing towers with a transparent lift enabling you to get a great view of exactly what part of the landscape you’ll be smeared over if something goes wrong. The bike riders were keen so they went off to challenge gravity while the Transylvanian German and I found a nice bar overlooking the river to have a quiet drink at while we waited either for their return or for news of their gruesome demise.
The appointed meeting time came and went. Just as we were contemplating checking with the authorities about accidents it appeared. A bright blue trishaw lit up like daylight, festooned with fuzzy shark toys and blasting Baby Shark at noise violation levels. In the passenger seat were our companions doing the dance moves and laughing hysterically. We tried to pretend we didn’t know them but tourists and locals alike had parted like the Red Sea leaving us with no choice but to acknowledge the capering maniacs in front of us.
Once everybody had calmed down and the death threats had been, if not rescinded then at least put on hold we went off on our river cruise. The authorities have illuminated the banks and trees along the river and at night it is a beautiful and very impressive show. It was the perfect end to an evening. Or at least it would have been but there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my head.
Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo
Baby Shark!
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