Back in town by late afternoon, walked around some, bought a great book with drawings of Sarawak, dinner at a restaurant serving food from the Kalabit highlands.
Now I remember what monsoon season is like... Heavy rain all night, then alternating rain, heavy mist, no rain all day. The good news is that it kept the crowds way down at the Sarawak Cultural Center, a folk museum on the Santubong Peninsula an hour's drive north of Kuching. The shuttle dropped us right at the village after a drive through the newer sections of North Kuching and the countryside. The village is built in a natural setting around a lagoon and contains recreations of the traditional homes of the seven major indigenous groups: Chinese farmhouse, Malay townhouse, Melanau tall longhouse, a Bidayuh head house (where warriors planned fighting and kept heads), Iban and Orang Ulu long houses, and a Penan hut. People were in the houses to answer questions and sell just-baked treats and there was a cultural show to highlight ethnic dances. It actually was interesting and well-done. Brenda, also staying at the hostel, and I ate a traditional lunch and then walked over to the nearby Damai resorts to check out the beaches. Too wet to actually go down to the water.