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9 August - Museums
27 May 2010 - Layover in Kuching
Summertime...and the living is easy... The 3rd annual LOD trip brought us to the friendly shores of West Malaysia. After 2 years of standing the Mick up for his Rice Wine Festival plans, this year, we had to make it all up to him.
Took the Thursday afternoon tiger flight out to Kuching where we stayed over for a night before taking the early Friday morning flight to Mulu. The crew split for overnight lodging as Mick has arranged for himself, Horfun, Kelson, Ripken and Dan to bunk over at Yen's place. Rickey, Rugburn and I got rooms at the Tune Hotel down in Kuching old town.
Tune hotel is run by Air Asia, and its very much like a budget hotel. You pay a cheap rate for rooms, then additional fees for any luxuries. In our case, we bought 12 hrs of air-conditioning, and Rugburn and I decided to splurge a little and bought towels as well. The rooms were surprisingly pleasant. Not the biggest rooms I've been in, basic, but very clean and it had a fantastic shower. Up until our 2nd layover (story on day 4), I would have easily recommended Tune for anyone hitting Kuching for 1-2 night stopovers. Now, I'm not so sure (read more later).
Once everyone had settled in and dumped luggage, we met up for a stroll around old Kuching town and headed to 'Top Spot' for dinner. Dinner was gooooood. We had sambal stingray, steamed fish, sauted squid, thai-style chicken, belachan midin, oyster sauce stewed cabbage, butter prawns, and all that for.... $240RM (which included Pat's vege dishes)... amazingly cheap, yet very delicious. Oh, and Rickey's dinner was steak from 'Tim's steakhouse'. Supposedly, they ran out of ceasar salad.
After dinner, we headed over to a Iban bar close to the hotel. The bar was literally a lean-to by the side of the bridge. Had my first taste of Tuak (rice wine) and I definitely liked it. Looking forward to more Tuak when we hit the longhouse.
The corridors of Tune
Our 2nd evening in Kuching had a spectacular sunset, but I didn't carry my camera around that evening.


Took the Thursday afternoon tiger flight out to Kuching where we stayed over for a night before taking the early Friday morning flight to Mulu. The crew split for overnight lodging as Mick has arranged for himself, Horfun, Kelson, Ripken and Dan to bunk over at Yen's place. Rickey, Rugburn and I got rooms at the Tune Hotel down in Kuching old town.
Tune hotel is run by Air Asia, and its very much like a budget hotel. You pay a cheap rate for rooms, then additional fees for any luxuries. In our case, we bought 12 hrs of air-conditioning, and Rugburn and I decided to splurge a little and bought towels as well. The rooms were surprisingly pleasant. Not the biggest rooms I've been in, basic, but very clean and it had a fantastic shower. Up until our 2nd layover (story on day 4), I would have easily recommended Tune for anyone hitting Kuching for 1-2 night stopovers. Now, I'm not so sure (read more later).
Once everyone had settled in and dumped luggage, we met up for a stroll around old Kuching town and headed to 'Top Spot' for dinner. Dinner was gooooood. We had sambal stingray, steamed fish, sauted squid, thai-style chicken, belachan midin, oyster sauce stewed cabbage, butter prawns, and all that for.... $240RM (which included Pat's vege dishes)... amazingly cheap, yet very delicious. Oh, and Rickey's dinner was steak from 'Tim's steakhouse'. Supposedly, they ran out of ceasar salad.
After dinner, we headed over to a Iban bar close to the hotel. The bar was literally a lean-to by the side of the bridge. Had my first taste of Tuak (rice wine) and I definitely liked it. Looking forward to more Tuak when we hit the longhouse.
28 May 2010 - Mulu and the Bat Signal
Those of us who stayed in Tune, grabbed breakfast in Kuching town. I've been there before, so I knew exactly where I wanted to go for some morning kolomee goodness. As it turns out, when we were there, we noticed these huge meat buns being served to every table (except ours). It was obviously a local favourite, so we decided to order one to sample. It was very good. A tennis ball sized meatball encased in a thick, soft pillow of dough. Yum.
Off to the airport for our flight to Mulu.
As usual, we hit the ground running. The moment our little turboprop plane landed, we scooted off to the hotel, dropped bags and made for the National Park. Our first stop, the ranger station to get more information and arrange for guides/tours. We made it just in time for the afternoon expedition to the Deer and Lang's caves.
Interesting facts to take note of. 1. You need a guide to go into the caves. 2. Each expedition is timed. There is no bargaining, lollygagging or dillydallying. 3. Best thing to do is grab the brochure from the ranger station and plan your trip accordingly so that you hit all the caves, and any other sights you want to see. All timings are printed in the brochure (I wish someone had told us that before our trip)
It was a 4km walk to the entrance of the Deer and Lang caves. On the plus side, the entire walk was either on boardwalk or paved. There was no option to deviate from the path which is good and bad. The path was also relatively well lit with lights every 10m or so. That helped on the walk back, though some of the lights did not work.
The caves were quite spectacular. The Deer Cave being the previous holder of the 'largest cave passage known to man'. Coincidentally, when we booked the trip, it was still the 'largest', but was recently surpassed by the one discovered in Vietnam. If you really want to enjoy the caves, leave your camera behind. Humping my camera/lenses/flash/backpack/water...etc for 4km, then trying to setup good shots was a pain.
At the entrance of the caves was a little amphitheatre built for viewing the amazing flight of the 3 million or so bats living in the Deer cave. Every evening at dusk, the bats would begin their journey out to feed. They would spiral in a tight formation containing hundreds of bats and then make for the jungle. Sadly, we did not catch the show. It was drizzling and the bats would not come out. We tried the bat signal into the skies, but to no avail.
Once dark settled, we trekked the 4km back, and hopped on the POW lorry back to the hotel. (traveller tip 249: When booking at the Royal Mulu, request for a table outside or FAR from the stage). Since the booking for our hotel came from Yen's office, the hotel staff must have thought we were VVIPs. They put is in the table right on the stage. And every night, from 8-830pm, there is a "cultural show" for tourists. The 'show' is nothing more than a 'malaysia truly asia' spectacular of epic fail proportions. We learnt our lesson the hard way, sitting through what must have been the most uninspired performance (including actors expressions...they were more bored than us) of the diversity of ethnic groups and cultures in Malaysia.
Of course a 'cultural show' would not be complete without the traditional bamboo pole dancing (not what you think), and the 'get-a-guest-to-blow-a-dart-and-hit-a-balloon blowpipe competition'. Only one person from our table got up to try (no points for guessing), and obviously he missed. Evidently, Rickey needs 2 shots with a big pipe in his mouth.
Friday night is Karaoke night at the hotel bar. It seems that Karaoke night was meant for staff not guests. (Tip to Royal Mulu... Guest facilities are for GUESTS. Don't let your staff hog the guest facilities, it sets an ugly example. Especially when they can't sing and are making a nuisance of themselves). I crashed soon after since I couldn't get to see Ripken show off his lungs. Turns out the rest of the guys went over to 'Stella's' across the river for drinks (I shall talk about the cost of drinks at the Royal Mulu later), but they got kicked out at 1030, cos 'Stella's' was closing. The ridiculousness of it all, was when the guys came back to the bar and the staff of Stella's was competing with the Royal Mulu staff for worst rendition of 'My Way' (This will be discussed in my report on the Royal Mulu)
I love Kolomee... Blanched noodles tossed in pork fat, served with charsiew, shallots and minced pork. Delicious.
How did I take this photo if I was on the plane? How did the astronauts take the Apollo landing on the moon?




Click on the picts to see it in full size. See if you can spot the tiny little people in the second picture. Only then can you appreciate the enormous size of the cave.
Off to the airport for our flight to Mulu.
As usual, we hit the ground running. The moment our little turboprop plane landed, we scooted off to the hotel, dropped bags and made for the National Park. Our first stop, the ranger station to get more information and arrange for guides/tours. We made it just in time for the afternoon expedition to the Deer and Lang's caves.
Interesting facts to take note of. 1. You need a guide to go into the caves. 2. Each expedition is timed. There is no bargaining, lollygagging or dillydallying. 3. Best thing to do is grab the brochure from the ranger station and plan your trip accordingly so that you hit all the caves, and any other sights you want to see. All timings are printed in the brochure (I wish someone had told us that before our trip)
It was a 4km walk to the entrance of the Deer and Lang caves. On the plus side, the entire walk was either on boardwalk or paved. There was no option to deviate from the path which is good and bad. The path was also relatively well lit with lights every 10m or so. That helped on the walk back, though some of the lights did not work.
The caves were quite spectacular. The Deer Cave being the previous holder of the 'largest cave passage known to man'. Coincidentally, when we booked the trip, it was still the 'largest', but was recently surpassed by the one discovered in Vietnam. If you really want to enjoy the caves, leave your camera behind. Humping my camera/lenses/flash/backpack/water...etc for 4km, then trying to setup good shots was a pain.
At the entrance of the caves was a little amphitheatre built for viewing the amazing flight of the 3 million or so bats living in the Deer cave. Every evening at dusk, the bats would begin their journey out to feed. They would spiral in a tight formation containing hundreds of bats and then make for the jungle. Sadly, we did not catch the show. It was drizzling and the bats would not come out. We tried the bat signal into the skies, but to no avail.
Once dark settled, we trekked the 4km back, and hopped on the POW lorry back to the hotel. (traveller tip 249: When booking at the Royal Mulu, request for a table outside or FAR from the stage). Since the booking for our hotel came from Yen's office, the hotel staff must have thought we were VVIPs. They put is in the table right on the stage. And every night, from 8-830pm, there is a "cultural show" for tourists. The 'show' is nothing more than a 'malaysia truly asia' spectacular of epic fail proportions. We learnt our lesson the hard way, sitting through what must have been the most uninspired performance (including actors expressions...they were more bored than us) of the diversity of ethnic groups and cultures in Malaysia.
Of course a 'cultural show' would not be complete without the traditional bamboo pole dancing (not what you think), and the 'get-a-guest-to-blow-a-dart-and-hit-a-balloon blowpipe competition'. Only one person from our table got up to try (no points for guessing), and obviously he missed. Evidently, Rickey needs 2 shots with a big pipe in his mouth.
Friday night is Karaoke night at the hotel bar. It seems that Karaoke night was meant for staff not guests. (Tip to Royal Mulu... Guest facilities are for GUESTS. Don't let your staff hog the guest facilities, it sets an ugly example. Especially when they can't sing and are making a nuisance of themselves). I crashed soon after since I couldn't get to see Ripken show off his lungs. Turns out the rest of the guys went over to 'Stella's' across the river for drinks (I shall talk about the cost of drinks at the Royal Mulu later), but they got kicked out at 1030, cos 'Stella's' was closing. The ridiculousness of it all, was when the guys came back to the bar and the staff of Stella's was competing with the Royal Mulu staff for worst rendition of 'My Way' (This will be discussed in my report on the Royal Mulu)
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