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Sarawak: Of Orange Babies and Cat Cities

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

Leaving Brunei and its hot-water-taps-only behind us, we continued west to Sarawak, stopping first at Miri to visit the Niah Caves. I didn’t think much of the caves myself, and thought it was quite dangerous inside the large cave (think pitch black and slippery with lots of steps, and add kids and grandparents, and you get the idea).

From the caves, we took what will hopefully be our last overnight bus for a while (since we’ll soon re-enter the mythical land of trains in Northeast Asia) to Kuching. The city’s name means ‘cat’ in Bahasa Malaysia, something the city has been trading on for a while judging by the (at least) four monuments in the city with cats on them. Cats aside, Kuching is the nicest town in all of Borneo. It has a colonial core unmatched on the island, and with its distinct Chinese and Indian areas it more closely resembles the cities on the Malay Peninsula than those on Borneo.

Our trip to nearby Bako National Park during the past three days has been the highlight of Sarawak and the second most rewarding destination for us in Malaysian Borneo after Sipadan. Bako is a very well managed park with marked hiking trails and, unusually for these parts, reasonably priced accommodation and food options (no US$85 dorm beds here, thankfully). The park is on the north coast of Borneo and offers a landscape of beaches, cliffs, mangroves and jungle that all merge effortlessly together to form a beautiful setting.

Silver Leaf MonkeyOn the trails and around the park headquarters at Bako we saw plenty of macaques, proboscis monkeys, silver-leaf monkeys and bearded pigs (which are as ugly as you’d think), and half-a-dozen enormous jellyfish washed up on the main beach (more interesting than you’d think). The most enjoyable part was yesterday afternoon when a group of 20+ silver leaf monkeys, who resemble the Indian langur in appearance and movement, came down to the beach and engaged in a spot of gang warfare with the macaques (presumably over the food-scrap territory near the canteen, but I could be mistaken; in any case the rivalry is crying out for one of Animal Planet’s ‘Meerkat Manor’ style documentaries). A few of the silver-leaf monkeys were carrying babies, but only one was young enough to still be bright orange; the others were already as silver as their parents. The orange baby’s mother was extremely protective and we never saw the baby’s face, but I think I got a pretty good shot of the two of them anyway.

We’re now back in Kuching, with only one more day on Borneo before we fly to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow night. And, with the fourth and final Orang-Utan rehabilitation centre only a bus ride away, it would seem rude not to visit it before we leave…

The Sultanate of Brunei

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

An exchange that took place yesterday:

Brunei Immigration Officer: “What is your job? Student?”
Me (wearing a T-shirt, shorts and sandals, and looking a bit unkempt having spent previous night on a bus): “Project manager.”
Him (looking me up and down): “A very simple project manager.”

And so we entered the Sultanate of Brunei. Questions about my appearance aside, the entire process of arriving from Kota Kinabalu was somewhat of an ordeal. To get to Brunei overland from Sabah, you need to first cross a state border to Sarawak, which is bizarrely considered to be an international border, so you get stamped out of Sabah (i.e. Malaysia) and then 10 metres up the road you fill in an arrival card and get stamped in to Sarawak (i.e. Malaysia). You can imagine our confusion when we had to fill in the ‘Port of Last Embarkation’ question on our arrival cards (What was the last country we were in before arriving just now in Malaysia? Why, Malaysia!). You then enter a small strip of Brunei that is unconnected to the main part of Brunei, then re-enter Sarawak (another arrival card), then re-enter Brunei. All told, I got nine new stamps in my passport in one day (including three Malaysia exit stamps!), a new personal best.

Having come all the way from Semporna to Kota Kinabalu on a night bus, then taken another bus to Brunei straight away, we were pretty tired by the time we arrived in the capital Bandar Seri Begawan, or BSB for short. Besides, entering tiny, oil-fuelled Islamic sultanates (or emirates, kingdoms etc) is a bit nerve-wracking for someone who once lived in one of them for more than a year, but thankfully, Brunei is a long way from the Arabian Gulf in distance, and a shorter but still reasonable way in culture, and in any case hopefully they’ll let me depart tomorrow.

MosqueSo far, we’ve been pleasantly surprised by Brunei. The town centre does have a bit of the Gulf to it in the wide, heavily-planned but mostly empty streets, the somewhat contrived architecture and the Arabic signage (though this is just Arabic script spelling out words in Bahasa), but that’s about the end of the comparisons. The Omar Ali Saifuddien Mosque that dominates the centre of BSB is grand in its ambition and design, and with its huge golden dome it is one of the most beautiful modern buildings I have seen in a while.

Kampung AyerBut what’s most remarkable about Brunei is that literally a stone’s throw from the country’s centrepiece building (a pretty decent throw, but a throw nonetheless), the 28 stilt villages that make up the Kampung Ayer begin, and a completely different life begins with it. We spent this morning wandering along the boardwalks that connect some of the villages, and they really do seem to go on forever. It was by far the largest stilt village we’ve ever seen, and one of the most intriguing as well – it really is something resembling an actual village, rather than just a residential area, and some of the houses are quite large and most of them look pretty comfortable. After the government originally tried to move everyone out of the villages so it could demolish them, only to have the villagers refuse to move, the Kampung Ayer seems here to stay for the long-term, and indeed a quarter of BSB’s population (30,000 people) live on stilts. This is an interesting contrast with the development that we’ve seen overtaking and marginalising stilt villages in certain places in Malaysia, notably Kota Kinabalu. Here, there are schools and restaurants on stilts within the villages, the villagers have postal services, garbage collection and public transport in the form of water taxis, and there are even advertising billboards on stilts that can only be seen from those water taxis. All in all, it’s a pretty remarkable place.

Tomorrow we get to fill in our fourth Malaysian arrival card of the past two weeks and get two more passport stamps as we re-enter Malaysia. Our main goal in this, our third ‘trip’ to Sarawak in the past three days, is to actually get off the bus…

***Late breaking news update: We just discovered another, not so pleasant similarity between Brunei and the Arabian Gulf: no cold, or even room temperature, water out of the taps during the day – only hot.

Wildlife on land and in water

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009

Sabah is known as 'The Land Below the Wind' but could easily instead be called 'The Land Where You Have to Book Everything in Advance’, which might have been OK if we’d known that beforehand. We weren’t able to ... [Continue reading this entry]

Back on Borneo

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

The food, spoken English and infrastructure are all significantly better – and the prices are much higher – but, all in all, the Malaysian part of Borneo is pretty similar to the Indonesian side; the familiar sounds of Bahasa ... [Continue reading this entry]

Wrapping up the Philippines

Friday, March 6th, 2009

Yesterday we finished our explorations of the Philippines with a surprisingly easy and essentially flat two-hour hike to the crater of Mt. Pinatubo. The walk itself wasn’t as beautiful as we had expected; the ‘lahar’ landscape formed by the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Looping around North Luzon

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Leaving Sagada behind us a week or so ago, we headed further north on another of these typically infuriating Cordillera mountain roads – which are often paved for about 500m at a time, then not again for another 10km ... [Continue reading this entry]