(^10) It further turned out to be the first day of the annual food fair. Smoke hung heavily
over the area as more than two hundred stall owners fried, grilled and steamed
their particular delicacies. Choices were endless, from strange fried balls, items on
sticks, dumplings, and food wrapped in leaves; all were delicious. From Chinese
and Malay to Indian – the market had something for even the pickiest eater. And,
if you really couldn't make up your mind, it offered a wide array of international
delicacies – even hamburgers were on offer.
Kuching
My lack of sleep finally caught up with me and I only emerged at 11h00—time to
explore the pedestrian lanes of China Town. My meander took me past rows and
rows of Chinese shophouses, primarily built in the 1920s and '30s. From there, I
made my way through the Indian quarters, where alleys were lined with textiles,
jewellery and food.
How can I not mention the cats of Kuching? The town had at least four cat-
adorned roundabouts and even a cat museum.
In my walkabout, a laptop charger, a USB modem, and a SIM card were all
uncovered. A successful day, all in all. I returned to the food fair at sunset to
sample more of their exotic cuisine.
Kuching
The plan was to leave but plenty remained to be seen. A bus took me to Bako
National Park, and once at the park, a boat ferried visitors to the park
headquarters. I teamed up with a couple on their way to the island as the charge
was per boat, not per person, and thus cheaper to share and lovely to have
company.
leana
(Leana)
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