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Spare but comfortable accommodations
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... temples we saw in China, although the town is Sarawak's most Chinese city! I really quite like the fact that most of the roads are 'one way' so quit easy to cross! Sibu is not as charming as Kuching and just one full day here is enough to get a feel. People are still smiley, however there is not the interaction with them as here was in Kuching. There are lots of swallows and bats that eat the mozzies so that is saving my legs from being ...
... on my feet and legs, looking down I could see lots of tiny fish nibbling away at my skin, very tickley! John as always was the first in swimming, he's far braver than me when it comes to cold water, I eventually made it in and swam under the waterfall, very refreshing. We soon had a young German couple for company, who cautiously made their way into the water giggling like we did when the fish started biting! We left them to enjoy the water on their own and went back to ...
Sarawak is famed for it’s laksa, a soup of noodles, shrimp paste, prawns and whatever else they have to hand in a big bowl for a cheap price. The Kid has gone mad for this and eats it every meal he can. It’s good to see his palette broadening, chopstick skills sharpening, but the noodles have started to be an ever-present feature of our lives now. This has been exacerbated by our trip to stay in a National Park ...
... wine & beer drinking,
'Miring' ritual offering ceremony taking place in every family room to 'seek the deities blessings' of a better harvest cycle and prosperity of family for the coming year. The night activities are dedicated to entirely merry making over even more booze - rice wine, an assortment of beers and 'Chap Apek' Chinese liquor.
Note: Old ceramic plates, 'tabak' (big brass chalice) and containers made of split bamboo skins called ...
... I see some locals loading their bags onto a boat down a long gangplank. It's not time for my boat yet, but I go ask the man at the desk anyway. And, yes, it is my boat. They never announce these things. I guess the locals just know how it all works or something. He tells me I can board the boat. If I had not asked, I wonder if I would have missed the boat?
It's a little cloudy as we leave the dock but I find my assigned seat and store my ...