This was the day we were supposed to travel ala Mat Salleh - meaning travelling using the public transportation and walking. We were to go to Semenggoh to catch the Orang Utan feeding time. When we came down in the morning to ask for direction to the bus station at the front desk, our plan completely changed. The man behind the front desk was quite a story teller and before long we were renting a car to Bau, a Sarawakian town bordering Indonesia. The drive took us almost two hours and was largely uneventful. It was just like any other border town, the main activity there was shopping. There were two long rows of stalls selling similar things (rattan handicrafts, clothes, handbags, shoes, wallets, toys etc). We walked a while and were soon bored by the same things over and over again. We decided to head back to town, to Semenggoh.
The drive took us another 1 hour and 30 minutes but the destination was worth every minute. The orang utans were so wonderful to watch. They looked so innocent and they had such soulful eyes. I wonder how any one can think of poaching them. After that, we returned to town and hunted down an Indian joint we came across in one of the travel brochures. The food was bad yet again. We are getting used to it. By that time, evening was beckoning and we headed to Satok for the famous evening market.
But it started to rain and we had to rush through although the different stalls were connected together with overhead canopies. It was like a huge pasar malam. Yet another moment when I regretted not having a camera. There was this one stall selling orchids and oh my, they came in such rich colours. A feast for the eyes indeed.
We returned to the hotel and slept for a while. There being no other place open when we woke up, we headed back to Carpenter Street to join the Moon Cake Festival and grab something to eat. Afther that, we went to a bistro called Charles Brooke by the Waterfront. By 11, the kitchen was closed and there was only a couple of uninteresting drinks. We decided to head back to the room and feast on the local 'tuak' that we managed to get from a nearby shop he he he. Tuak and astro did the magic and soon were dozing to the Horn Bill's lullaby.
The drive took us another 1 hour and 30 minutes but the destination was worth every minute. The orang utans were so wonderful to watch. They looked so innocent and they had such soulful eyes. I wonder how any one can think of poaching them. After that, we returned to town and hunted down an Indian joint we came across in one of the travel brochures. The food was bad yet again. We are getting used to it. By that time, evening was beckoning and we headed to Satok for the famous evening market.
But it started to rain and we had to rush through although the different stalls were connected together with overhead canopies. It was like a huge pasar malam. Yet another moment when I regretted not having a camera. There was this one stall selling orchids and oh my, they came in such rich colours. A feast for the eyes indeed.
We returned to the hotel and slept for a while. There being no other place open when we woke up, we headed back to Carpenter Street to join the Moon Cake Festival and grab something to eat. Afther that, we went to a bistro called Charles Brooke by the Waterfront. By 11, the kitchen was closed and there was only a couple of uninteresting drinks. We decided to head back to the room and feast on the local 'tuak' that we managed to get from a nearby shop he he he. Tuak and astro did the magic and soon were dozing to the Horn Bill's lullaby.
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