Month: March 2015

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How i conquered my fear of success by traveling alone in a foreign country.
Published on 4 Comments on Fear is my New Friend

This blog post was going to be completely different, but my mind seems to have trained itself to wake up on Wednesday morning and write whatever has brewed in the back of my brain overnight.

I not only walked across this bridge in Similajau National Park, I stood in the middle and took photos.
I not only walked across this bridge in Similajau National Park, I stood in the middle and took photos.

This post was originally going to be about ice cream, husbands and almost getting electrocuted - I will still get to those stories, bear with me - but first I'm going to write about fear. ...continue reading "Fear is my New Friend"

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Fort Sylvia
Fort Sylvia, built by the British in 1880, and one of the few buildings to survive WW2. Some interesting artefacts, including weaving by a local woman who is considered the best in her field.

Kapit

I survived the noise level in Sibu by getting out for a night.

There's a ferry that goes up the river. The river is the highway; there is no road, just a few logging tracks through the jungle passable only by four wheel drive. Everything in Kapit – cars, building materials, sealed roads, food – has come up the river on freight barges and ferries. ...continue reading "Fish Frenzy"

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Published on 2 Comments on Sleepless in Sibu
The ferry terminal at Kuching, early in the morning. I shared a table with a group of men who worked for the government. They persuaded me to try to local version of breakfast - rice and coconut, shaped like a piece of sushi, and wrapped in banana leaf. Surprisingly good!
The ferry terminal at Kuching, early in the morning. I shared a table with a group of men who worked for the government. They persuaded me to try to local version of breakfast - rice and coconut, shaped like a piece of sushi, and wrapped in banana leaf. Surprisingly good!

As previously noted in these pages, Malaysians know how to party.  And if Malaysians can party, then the people of Sibu party harder and more often than any of them.

If I ruled the world (hopefully that will never happen), it would be compulsory for all accommodation in Sibu to hand out quality ear plugs every time you book in. ...continue reading "Sleepless in Sibu"

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Published on 2 Comments on The Lost Photos of Borneo

This week's post was going to be about a marvellous Buddhist temple I visited on Sunday morning. It's an an unassuming timber building in a suburb of Kuching and unlike many of the temples I've seen on this trip, extremely simple - a timber building, with a timber deck at the front of it. I've managed to lose all the photos I took of this magical place, but for some idea of how the temple looks, go to their blogspot. It's 168 years old. Peace has permeated every beam and board, and I found myself not wanting to leave.

Fishing Boats & Flags
Trawlers moored at the edge of the river, the flags of Malaysia and Sarawak flying.

Like everywhere here, the people there were almost aggressively friendly. As I ate the vegetarian lunch they insisted I have I chatted to some of the members, three elderly gentlemen in their seventies and eighties. I also met the Master of the Temple, a wonderful Taiwanese woman. ...continue reading "The Lost Photos of Borneo"