For those of you who actually read this, you will notice that I am not quite the avid blogger who keeps their blog up to date. My last update was in Thailand, probably early January as I remember I was in Chiang Mai and I was writing about Borneo. I still have Borneo to bore you with, and not to mention the Philippines, Thailand and Laos as I am currently sat on a bus at the Cambodian border waiting for the grumpy little man to get back on with everyone's passports! Caroline ever so kindly charged her laptop for me so I could sit and finish this off, only 10 hours in the sweltering heat to go :) But it beats reading the book I've had for over a month and only got to chapter 6 (Caroline started reading it 2 days ago.... and has already finished it).
My last entry was about our day trip to Kubah National Park and as we worked oh so hard, we decided Saturday was a rest day and nothing to traumatic to the body as my legs and bum were killing me! As to not completely waste the day we decided to get up and go and see some cave (don't ask me what the name of it was) but it was something productive to do instead of moping round the hostel. *My diary has just informed me it was the Wind and Fairy cave we were wanting to go and see.* We walked into town and found the right bus which would take us to Bau where we could then get another bus from to take us to the cave. The journey was beyond bumpy and lasted for well over an hour. Arriving at Bau was interesting... we were dropped off in a tiny car park with no buses and as I tried to ask people for information they just looked at me as if I were an alien so I could sense the day not going well. Caroline went to ask in the taxi rank about buses and by this point, at around 2pm (yes.. we were slow starters) the last bus back from Bau to the city was at 3.30pm which overall made no sense for us to even attempt it. As all four of us just stood there in the horrible dry heat the decision didn't even have to be discussed.. we ran for the bus that dropped us off and just made it back on. Now another hour journey all the way back. What a great day!!!
For those of you who know me well, you know, I do NOT eat seafood unless I'm at home and I can eat tuna from a tin caked in vinegar on only a sandwich with just butter. As Caroline, Becky and myself went out for lunch we stopped off at a local market and we got noodle soup which what I thought only contained meat. I could see some pork and beef and what I thought was a weird chicken/turkey looking meat. Becky and Caroline both made the comment that it tasted a little fishy but I couldn't taste it so I disregarded the comment. Caroline then said it again and as I had no more meat left apart from the chicken/turkey thing.. I knew instantly as I swallowed..... FISH. They had BOTH known that it was crab and had let me eat it. Most of these things tend to be mind over matter as when I was eating it previously I couldn't taste anything but as soon as I ate it separately.. it nearly made me sick as the taste of it was just like the smell! But, at least I can say I ate fish!
I don't usually type this out as a day by day thing but that evening is definitely one to be written about or it might be one of those things that isn't actually funny to read and you just 'had to be there' but I will do it anyway.
It was a quiet Saturday night in the hostel and everyone took some alone time to do individual things as that is when I actually did my first post on here (it took me about 2 hours) and I had the joy of listening to some girl singing horrifically from the ground floor to serenade my typing. Freaks everywhere!
Anyway to wrap this day up, I went up to the 3rd floor of our hostel and started chatting to Becky over several cups of tea whilst I feebly wrote entries in my diary (Yep, behind on that aswell) and she sat sewing her country badges onto her bag.. what a rocking night in Kuching! As the night progressed the scissors came out and Becky cut up our Angry Bird t-shirts that we had bought in the day. For those of you who have been to Malaysia you will know they are utterly obsessed with Angry Birds and if you want any sort of merchandise with the design on, you can have it. Bags, t-shirts, stationary, shoes, suitcases, fabrics... you name it, they have it! Once the customising of the t-shirts had finished, this is where the night goes a bit weird and what we now call Ninja night! Becky decided to place one of the scraps of fabric round her head like a headband, so I followed suit and then Caroline pickling up whatever scraps we had. Next it was armbands and wristbands and we were all suddenly stood there in our t-shirts with scrap fabric round our heads, arms and hands posing in any way we could. We probably made it last a good hour and luckily no one saw us as that would have been totally embarrassing! Although it's not like we don't have photographic evidence! Maybe not that funny to read but the photo's might help lighten the story!
<Our last day in Kuching before we moved up north was spent in Bako National Park. Becky took the 'day off' and stayed in bed and Caroline, Ben and myself got up at 6 and were at the bus stop for 7 for the first bus. Does the first bus ever arrive on time? NO! We had to wait a good 30minutes and when the bus finally arrived it was perfect timing for a nap as the journey was to take an hour. We arrived at the reception and paid our entrance and boat fee's to take us over to the National Park and had to walk from ankle deep water over to the beach. At the reception point, you pick which trails you decide you want to do and tell the rangers as if you don't return, they know which trails to check first. We decided to do a 3 hour round trip to T Pandan Kecil Beach first and then an hour and a half round trip to T Paku.
I actually really enjoyed the walks at Bako as they were alot easier than at Kubah due to the fact we had the sea breeze and that it was more open air. On our second walk back we managed to see some Proboscis and Langurs monkeys in their natural habitat so we just stood quietly and watched them for a bit. At 3pm we were all absolutely drained and got the boat back ready for the bus back to Kuching. Whilst waiting I got proposed to by a man with no teeth but surprisingly I said maybe to (he had his own boat, not quite the yacht I'm after but we all have to start somewhere). Ironically shortly after we saw a newlywed couple walk down the jetty and as I went to take a photo, she had an amazing white lace dress, she was happy to pose for me and as they left on their boat, she was still happy to semi pose and waved at everyone from afar.. she looked so happy. And so did the husband.
Our last night in Kuching was spent trying to sort out our next move and grumpy old Ben 'banned' me and Becky from talking to each other in our happy hyper mode as we were disrupting organisational time... grinch! Us hardcore girls decided to do it the real way and Ben decided to fly (only as we couldn't afford to) and we would just meet back up in Kota Kinabalu aka KK the capital in a few days as that's how long it would take us to get there. God I just hate the actual travelling part of travelling...
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