Port Dickson 2017: A Weekend Road Trip with Colleagues

A weekend drive from Singapore with three colleagues, the Army Museum in Port Dickson, seafood by the sea and an unplanned stop in Melaka.

A long row of chalets with pale roofs standing on stilts over calm blue water, beside a dark sandy beach with small waves, under a bright sky with white clouds.
Chalets over the water at Port Dickson.

Sometimes the best trips are the ones organised among friends without too much fuss. In October 2017, four of us who worked together decided to take a short weekend break in Port Dickson, Malaysia.

We left Singapore on Friday night, 27 October. One colleague did most of the driving, with another taking over occasionally. We headed straight to our resort in Port Dickson and checked in before venturing out to find something to eat.

I remember us walking around near the resort and finding a roadside stall serving local food. It turned out to be a good choice, and we enjoyed our late dinner before calling it a night.

A Relaxed Saturday in Port Dickson

Saturday began with breakfast and a walk along the beach. There were plenty of people around, enjoying different activities by the sea. We were in no particular hurry, so we took our time before spending a while at the resort’s swimming pool.

A high view over rows of low orange-roofed chalets and palm trees, a car park with coaches, and a power station with four chimneys beyond, with the sea at left.
Port Dickson early on Saturday morning.
A long row of chalets with pale roofs standing on stilts over calm blue water, beside a dark sandy beach with small waves, under a bright sky with white clouds.
Chalets over the water.
Clusters of chalets with orange-brown roofs on stilts over green water, seen from above, with the open sea stretching to the horizon.
Over-water chalets from above.

Later that morning, we drove to the Army Museum, or Muzium Tentera Darat, in Port Dickson. There were military aircraft, helicopters, weapons and other exhibits on display. It was an interesting place to explore, and we spent some time looking around before heading off for lunch.

A paved square with a fountain, a jet fighter and helicopters on display, a white museum building at left and a cafeteria with a red-tiled roof at right.
Aircraft and helicopters at the Army Museum.
A camouflaged jet with Royal Malaysian Air Force markings mounted on a pole above a red brick wall, with palm trees behind.
A jet on display above the museum wall.
A jet and a twin-engined propeller aircraft displayed on a terraced brick bank beside a car park.
More aircraft outside the museum.
A grey twin-barrelled gun and an old field gun on display beside a paved path, with palm trees and a museum building behind.
Guns on display.
An old field telephone in a glass case, with a label reading “Alat Perhubungan”.
A field telephone, labelled as used by Japanese forces in Malaya.

We drove to a seafood restaurant called Sea View, overlooking the water. After lunch, we returned to the resort and spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing.

A long restaurant building with steep red Malay-style roofs and a sign reading “Sea View”, behind a wide car park, with the sea at right.
The Sea View seafood restaurant.

That evening, rather than look for somewhere new, we went back to the same roadside stall where we had eaten on Friday night. Sometimes a familiar place with good food is all you need.

An Unplanned Stop in Melaka

On Sunday, 29 October, we checked out and began our journey back towards Singapore. Along the way, someone suggested stopping in Melaka. It hadn’t been part of our original plan, but we decided to make a little detour.

We walked around the historic area, visiting the Dutch Square, Christ Church and the ruins of St Paul’s Church.

A busy square with a tall ornamental fountain, flower beds, a bicycle and visitors, under large shady trees and in front of old shophouses.
The Dutch Square.
The red facade of Christ Church Melaka, dated 1753, with a white cross and a bell, and visitors and a decorated trishaw in front.
Christ Church Melaka.
Looking through an arched opening into the roofless laterite walls of an old church, with a crowd of visitors inside.
The ruins of St Paul's Church.
Looking down from the hill over gardens and the old Porta de Santiago gateway, with white tents, a yellow-domed building and modern towers beyond.
Looking down towards the Porta de Santiago gateway.

One place that particularly stayed in my memory was the Melaka Sultanate Palace Museum. It is a wooden replica of a traditional Malay palace, built using construction techniques that do not require nails. I remember being fascinated by that detail. Even years later, the thought of such a large wooden structure being put together without nails still amazes me.

A detailed wooden model of a long palace with many steep, layered roofs in a glass case, with a placard in front reading “Istana Kesultanan Melaka” and “Melaka Sultanate Palace”.
A model of the palace, with its placard.
A long polished timber gallery inside the palace, with carved wooden panels, a staircase rail, a plant and painted scenes on the wall.
Inside the palace.
Looking out between two steep shingled roofs over landscaped gardens, towards older buildings and a tall tower block.
The view between the shingled roofs.

By lunchtime, we split into two groups. Two colleagues went looking for halal food, while another colleague and I went for chicken rice.

I don’t remember the name of the restaurant, but I do remember the food. It was one of the best chicken rice meals I’ve ever had. Funny how some meals stay with you long after you’ve forgotten where you ate them.

After lunch, we did a little shopping at a mall before finally heading back to Singapore.

A Funny Ending at the Checkpoint

We reached Singapore at around 6 in the evening.

There was one small incident at the checkpoint that I still remember with a smile. I had forgotten about a can of Tiger beer that was left in the boot of the car. When the officer found it, I was reminded that it wasn’t allowed and advised to be more careful next time.

Thankfully, it turned into nothing more than a funny moment and a lesson to remember.

Looking back, it was a simple weekend away. No complicated itinerary, no elaborate planning. Just four colleagues sharing the driving, enjoying local food, relaxing by the sea and making an unexpected stop in Melaka.

And somehow, those little moments are the ones I still remember nine years later.

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