I got up around 8 AM as I just felt so weird being the only human in a 6 person dorm room. I feel like I am the only foreigner in this hostel let alone city.
Breakfast was DIY so I made the most of some noodles, bread and ginger flavored eggs. It's not a spectacular breakfast but it’s something to be happy about.
I hung around till 10 AM to wait for the owner so I could print my bus ticket off to Miri for tonight. It took a while for the Chinese-Malayan owner to come in and do a printing task. I was out the door by 10.20 am.
As I step outside of “Beds Guesthouse” I noticed a tall Chinese Imperial gates. I felt like that I was in Kunming not Kuching. There have been allot of Chinese people that have settled in Kuching instead of Kuala Lumpur and I don’t blame them at all.
It’s like a watch tower looking into Indonesia, too bad it wasn’t built during the whole “Indonesian Confrontation” in the 1960’s when Indonesia tried to get more land out of Borneo
In a colonial built house is where the Museum of Sarawak stand. It has free entry but it only focuses on native animals in Borneo. I could have sworn by the looks of the building that It was going to have something to do with the Brooke’s Clan of Sarawak.
There were another 2 museum’s with the same style of British architecture. One was to house the museum of Art, the other was natural history with a butterfly on the front door. Both the art museum and the national history museum was closed and they even shutdown the original museum across the road.
The boat wasn’t that leaky as I was putting one part of it underwater
The river taxi people do an awesome job. They use oars to steer the boat as well as an electric motor so they don’t have to row.
I paid 1 MYR for every ride as they are doing an awesome job to get me across the Sarawak river.
Its been less than 80 years since the last White Raj gave up his power and lost the throne of Sarawak. I started walking around the perimeter of the fortress as I realize what once the Brookes used to call home is now the residency of a guy from Sarawak.
So I took another water taxi across the river to an area where the local markets had been held. Nobody was pestering me to buy their stuff. There were signs pointing to Fort Margherita and I knew I was getting close. I had to go off the beaten path a little as I passed through shanty towns.
Up on the hill there was an open gate as I realise that FORT MARGARTIA was open to the public. I was so relieved. I went inside to have a look around as the Sarawak guy just sat in his office doing nothing.
All over the outside of the Fort Margherita is the coat of arms of the Brookes dynasty. They ruled Sarawak for 100 years before it was handed to the British and then the Malaysians. 4 flags have flown over Fort Margarita since 1879 1) the flag of the Kingdom of Sarawak, 2) The Japanese war flag under occupation,3) The Union Jack while under British administration and finally 4) the Sarawak State flag that uses the same colours as the Kingdom of Sarawak flag.
Anthony Brookes ashes were buried in the cemetery during 2013 to honour his legacy to the people of Sarawak, as he was born in Sarawak he felt like he was a servant to his people.
There was a small amount of graves to Brooke’s family members and servants. But most of the White Raj of Sarawak were buried in a church graveyard in Devon England.
I felt so proud in myself that I found the fortress Margherita. I just couldn’t believe that if I was staying in the *eyesore* Hilton Hotel I could have seen it from outside the hotel. When you’re standing on the other side of the Sarawak River you can hardly see the fortress as its well hidden.
I walked around Kuching for a while as I ended back up at the hostel. I was a bit lost but I knew I had to leave Kuching tonight for that Bus ride to Miri I was waiting for. Local Chinese people yelled out for Taxis and I couldn’t do business with them as I didn’t know where the bus stop was.
I stopped off at a brand new café called “Pineapple Café’ I paid like 8 ringgit for a pot of mushroom soup and some 100 plus. I did such a great job by doing business with this café and I just wish I could work in Malaysia.
But wages are so low in Malaysia than they are in the UK. On Thursday I saw a sign in a food shop at Johor Bahru with the wage going at 5 ringgit an hours. 5 MYR is like 1 pound.
I took a taxi to the bus station as I had no idea where the fuck it was. I paid 30 ringgit to get a taxi there. It was way out of town no wonder you need a car to get around Kuching.
Kuching Central is a nice place where you can get a good meal but it’s where you can get a coach to either Pontianak in Indonesia to Miri near the Bruneian border.
My plan is to take a bus to Miri tonight and hopefully get to Brunei tomorrow evening. I don’t know how long the bus ride to Miri is going to be or even if the bus is going to be like Eurolines in Europe,
Once you get inside these bus terminal people swarm at you to sell tickets. Always have a ticket in hand before you go to these terminals otherwise you might get ripped off. I already brought a ticket a few weeks ago for about 80 MYR or close to $30 AUD. From 5pm till 10pm I just hung around Kuching Central knowing that I had to get on this bus and that is what I did.
I regret taking the bus to Miri because it didn’t have the awesome stuff I have seen on buses in Turkey, United States and Europe.