Tiara Labuan Hotel
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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Travel Blogs from Labuan
... in a day, but decided I was going to be lazy and let myself sleep in until 7:30 am. I had breakfast and packed up and then bummed around until about noon. The lady at the front desk called a taxi for me at that point to get to Jesselton Point (the name of the ferry terminal). I'd been walking there for my scuba dives but it's a good half an hour walk that I really didn't want to do with my pack on. It was only 15 ringgit, which objectively ...
... arrived I was going with the others for a plate of the breakfast standing in line just like ducks. It felt like in the old days, were people were getting food on a ticket, and so I was standing here with my ticket waiting to get my share of food. Lunch time arrived. Pepe showed up with a serious face: ''Come with me'' He said. ''Am I being arrested?'' I asked. ''Yes...'' Pepe responded!!! I fallowed Pepe in silence. It turned out he is quite a joker...He ripped ...
... up the atmosphere.
When we got back to the hotel, we had a brainstorming session as to where to go next and decided as we only had 4 days left in Borneo to head back over to the west side of Sabah, closer to our necessary airport.So off we went to the bus station where we purchased a bus ticket to Kota Kinabalu for 7am. Then we had a quick dinner of rice and curry before heading back to our lovely hotel to pack and make the most of our big comfy bed with an early ...
... by chance was a duty free haven. Yes, no tax on any alcohol. All over the island! We also booked ourselves into an amazing hotel for those two nights. Very expensive but you're only 30 once, right! It had a pool, was right by the beach and we had one of the biggest hotel rooms I've ever seen.
The other reason to visit Labuan was to visit the allied war cemetery and the Japanese surrender point, ...
... counter for him to see it. So I have to struggle thru this crowd back to the wharf and push the bike up three short flights of stairs and then back thru the same crowd who are non too pleased. I am assisted by the older guy who organised the unloading who is still waiting for his money. We are both now melting. The customs finally stamp the carnet and I head off to find an ATM leaving Mr Unloader feeling sure that he will never see me again. It ...