Sunday, April 21, 2013

Mabul & Sipadan PHOTOS Batch #1!!!

Voila the first batch of photos from the past 5 days of pure heaven. Batch #2 and a more "Ethylic" Batch of photos will come soon after that.

I will post more about my impressions of these 5 days  later this week.

Here is one of my favorite photos of that week:



For the rest of the photos of that batch #1 click here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/52537245@N00/sets/72157633297553285/

Uncle Chang's gang, I miss you guys already...bye bye Mabul/Sipadan...

I am back to Semporna for the night, planning a bit for my transit over to Sulawesi. Tonnes of photos from the past amazing 5 days, but no time to upload just yet. Patience...

Thursday, April 18, 2013

What a perfect day...!

Today is Wednesday 17th April 2013.

I am not even sure where to start and I highly doubt that any word can fully convey the amazing ness of today, so I will make it short and simple, enough to give you an idea, and also keep the best of it just for me. ;0)

I woke up in a huge empty wooden room high up on stilts above the water. (I went to sleep the night before in that room, just me and no one else in the whole room, and when all the lights were off, you could actually see the reflection of the moon light on the water through the floor boards, and the reflected insulated light projected on the ceiling all night long.)

By 10 am, we were geared up (6 tourists and 2 dive masters) and flipping off the boat in the water right above the world most amazing Sipadan Island reef (which drops down 600 meters!)
After spending the day diving through gigantic schools of thousands of twirling enormous barracudas, and jack fish multiple times, swimming to almost touch more white tip and black tip sharks than I had ever imagined, and tagging (no touching) along huge sea turtles, we got back to the Uncle Chang's lodge on Mabul Island. Here again, I have the entire dorms to myself. Not the VIP room, but who cares? Am not in any honeymoon, nor trying to impress any lady. ;0)

As usual, my thrust of adventure on top of my curiosity made me drop off my bags in the room and walked straight of the lodge to wonder around the island and the little local surrounding village.

Wow! This place spectacular!
I saw two huge white eagle hunt right in front of me.
I played basket ball (mostly on my left foot) 3X3 on dirt, no shoes, and in between huts.
I discovered a sort of underground village made casino/pool hall, with three very special and smartly invented pool tables which you actually play combined with cards.
I played with little kids, making them jump on my back, 1, 2, 3 and even 4 at a time to swirl in the air like a roller coaster, for like half an hour. Exhausting, Burt so much fun, even for the elders that were watching.

Gosh, I want to stay on this island. 3 more days on the lodge...then will see if I can manage to squat at a villager's house. :0)

Anyhow...i will let you imagine the rest of the details...be creative and dare to dream, be because today was definitely dream like.

Oh, and by the way, this is what I am seeing as I am typing this post.

Good night and sweet dreams...I know mines will be.

What a perfect day...!

Today is Wednesday 17th April 2013.

I am not even sure where to start and I highly doubt that any word can fully convey the amazing ness of today, so I will make it short and simple, enough to give you an idea, and also keep the best of it just for me. ;0)

I woke up in a huge empty wooden room high up on stilts above the water. (I went to sleep the night before in that room, just me and no one else in the whole room, and when all the lights were off, you could actually see the reflection of the moon light on the water through the floor boards, and the reflected insulated light projected on the ceiling all night long.)

By 10 am, we were geared up (6 tourists and 2 dive masters) and flipping off the boat in the water right above the world most amazing Sipadan Island reef (which drops down 600 meters!)
After spending the day diving through gigantic schools of thousands of twirling enormous barracudas, and jack fish multiple times, swimming to almost touch more white tip and black tip sharks than I had ever imagined, and tagging (no touching) along huge sea turtles, we got back to the Uncle Chang's lodge on Mabul Island. Here again, I have the entire dorms to myself. Not the VIP room, but who cares? Am not in any honeymoon, nor trying to impress any lady. ;0)

As usual, my thrust of adventure on top of my curiosity made me drop off my bags in the room and walked straight of the lodge to wonder around the island and the little local surrounding village.

Wow! This place spectacular!
I saw two huge white eagle hunt right in front of me.
I played basket ball (mostly on my left foot) 3X3 on dirt, no shoes, and in between huts.
I discovered a sort of underground village made casino/pool hall, with three very special and smartly invented pool tables which you actually play combined with cards.
I played with little kids, making them jump on my back, 1, 2, 3 and even 4 at a time to swirl in the air like a roller coaster, for like half an hour. Exhausting, Burt so much fun, even for the elders that were watching.

Gosh, I want to stay on this island. 3 more days on the lodge...then will see if I can manage to squat at a villager's house. :0)

Anyhow...i will let you imagine the rest of the details...be creative and dare to dream, be because today was definitely dream like.

Oh, and by the way, this is what I am seeing as I am typing this post.

Good night and sweet dreams...I know mines will be.

Monday, April 15, 2013

OK, so this is what happened...

Yesterday Sunday, I wandered around the city in order to find spots un-walked by any tourists, nor white people, and actually by very few locals only. I found a spot quite unique in that way: The fishing docks where all the fishing boats actually unload their fishes and where they are counted, inventories, weighted, and sold, kind of like a stock market, but for fish.
One of the reasons why few people go there is because it is absolutely filthy and it stinks!!!!!!!
I spent about two hours yesterday at mid day, and then back at sun set. You can see my shots on the link I posted on my previous post.
Anyway, in order to push the cultural experience a bit and have a unique experience, I started chatting (mostly sign language given the language barrier) with one of the manager there who owns a boat, and asked him if I could actually go on his boat for one of the next fishing shift. (These boats only fish at night: from 5pm to 11am). I believe he understood me and he said OK, come tomorrow (today) at 4pm, and you will join the crew.
So, I made it there today by 3:58pm, all ready and excited, and find the guy. He sees me, a bit surprised at first. I am convinced he did not think I was serious yesterday.
When I convey to him that I am ready for the shift (off course that would have been purely voluntary  I was not going to ask money in return for my services. lol) he tells me that the boat is not going to fish today because the sea is to agitated. Yeah right! But again, what do I know?! me and my super extensive fishing experience. hahaha! So I make a very sad face to convey my disappointment, but that does not convince him. After hanging around the docks for another 30 minutes without success, I just left. Bummer! It would have been quite an experience.
Oh well...plenty of more fish in the ocean. lol Maybe the experience will only be more interesting on a smaller boat somewhere more isolated in another country. No rush.

On a different note, I did manage this morning to obtain my 60-day visa to Indonesia, in about 3 hours! Yup! So do not believe what the Lonely Planet tells you about this procedure, pure lies!  ;o)

Ok, catching a bus to Semporna/Sipadan tomorrow at 6am. So buenas noches!


Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sunday in KK...what a day!

The productivity of my sunday will depend on what I will find out in a few hours...so stand by for more news...hopefully good ones.  ;o) stay tuned.
In the meantime, some photos to illustrate my weekend. Click on the link for more.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/52537245@N00/sets/72157633246352691/




Friday, April 12, 2013

Cultural gap between East and West...

I have now been traveling for 2 weeks...

The constant thought that keeps running through my mind is the fact that not knowing the language nor the culture is such a huge barrier to actually get closer to the South East Asian culture overall. It is a quite closed culture. Though people randomly ask you in teh street where you are from and what your name is, they dont actually push much further the welcome and cultural openess. THis makes it so hard to penetrate the culture and get to know its poeple from closer. Will I overcome this challenge soon? I sure hope so, but at the same time, am quite doubtful as well.

In some ways, this so far makes this trip a trip from the outside rather than from the inside...and what a pitty, because I truely believe that 75% of the wealth of such an adventure come from the actual inside layers of the culture.

I try to remain hopefull...and look forward to the rest of my adventure...for some reasons, I am just dying to get to Burma, Nepal and India, naively thinking that I might be better able to crack the cultural shells of these cultures...who knows?

I guess part of theadventure is also to get to know myself better from the inside, as well as through my interactions with other fellow travelers on the road.

So far, though Malaysia is a beautiful country, integrating incredibly well three of the most spread out and different religions in the world, it has not been making my heart vibrate the way I expected, nor the way listening to Salsa on my iPod, or hearing the call to prayer from a nearby Mosque does.

Life is full of curiosities, and the journey is all about hopping from one to the next in order to identify the ones that your relate to the best and with most joy...and well, each day on the road is a new story to tell my kids, friends, and family some day when I return. Stories are what makes one's life exciting and fulfilled...at least to me.  :o)

On this note, my stomach is grumbling for food, it is 2:40pm, on saturday...while I patiently wait for my pictures to upload to Flickr so that I can share them with you on my blog.

Sleep well on the other side of the planet.
 

A few of my favorite photos so far...

The night I arrived in BSB Brunei. The main mosque.

The next day...

it is about 7am, I am walking the many wooden bridges between the stilt houses of Kampong Ayer, BSB Brunei.

Kampong Ayer, from a tower.

Same Mosque

Three beautiful little kids full of joy, during recess a school.

Whats up dude?! lol

Arriving at Sibu, after 5 hours of boat up the Rajang River from Kuching.

The building accross the post office in Belaga.

Back roads of Belaga: a primary school.

My sister's little Lola salsa dancing in her belly...about 8 to 10 more weeks before the wonder sees the light.


A few photos I meant to post a while back...

Me and my "gear" at Reagan National Airport in DC...Shaby, I miss ya!

A shot of KL skyline...

A funny shot that somehow portrays very well the contrast of French culture and infrastructure...La Vie en Rose next to trash bins...good life is a state of mind.  :o)

A shot from teh top of the KL tower...the highest building you can see is actually the KL twin towers.

The stairwell to the famous Batu Caves. BTW, this Hindu statue is the tallest in the world.

Check out my Flickr links for more pix of KL: http://www.flickr.com/photos/52537245@N00/sets/72157633234245002/

2 weeks on the road, and not any latino so far...i miss "my people"!

Up the Rajang River...Sibu, Belaga, Niah, Miri.

What a trip!
So both Rebbeka (23 yr old future lawyer from Quebec), Maria (46 yr old German former physicist and now maths teacher in Penang, Malaysia) took off from Kuching, by boat at 8:45am on a Sunday morning (April 7th). We were staying inntyhe same hostel and thus decided to share the costs of doing hitting the "road" (actually the river) together. Mostly hotel rooms and taxis.
The boat to Sibu (open deck speedboat  mostly used by locals (and us 3 that specific day) took about 5 hours...gosh...the sky was super cloudy and no sun at all...yet, I managed to get sort of sun burnt on my right arm. Anyhow, loud and windy, at times rainy ride to Sibu was great, accompanied by some niiiiiice salsa and batchata on my iPod. :0)

Sibu is a huge port city integrating very well Chinese with Indians and Malays. We hit the first hostel we found before dark. Cheap and basic. Did the trick.
Then we went to the high Chinese pagoda, 7 floors to get a nice view of the sunset over the city and the river. Niiiiiice! See photos later.
That also allowed us to spot the night market which we off course hit soon after.
This country is filled with yummy food everywhere at very decent prices. And that night market was just a festival of flavors for the pallet and the stomach. Ouffffff you should have seen us three devouring every bit of new food we tasted. Delicious!!!!!! I won't say more to not make you drool. Well....dumplings, fried sweet sesame seeds covered balls if dough, green jelly balls filled with coconut paste, baked dough stuffed with BBQ pork, lizard kebabs, fried spiraled potatoes on a skewer covered with sour sauce...D-licious!!!

So it was with filled and happy stomachs that we went to sleep.

Next day, on the docks at 5:20am to catch the speed boat to Belaga. That boat was kind of like a huge fish with a super strong engine. Fits about 70 people. No outside deck, but freezing AC cold leather seats. The boat was fully booked and the ride took about 8 hours p the river. It was just amazing to be able to see all the different little villages, well, rather tiny little docks surrounded by a few houses on stilts, where little kids were swimming naked in the chocolaty river water.

We arrived in Belaga after a looooooonnnnnng ride. Oufff thank God. It was freezing in that boat.
Our hotel there was extremely modest. 3 beds, AC, light. Bathroom at end of hallway. $4 per person.

Belaga is a tiny village, I mean tiny. Yet, lots of people around, and lots of traffic on the back roads. Oh, and Belaga is absolutely lost in the middle of nowhere. Only boat and 4x4 accessible.

We asked around for guides to go check out some long houses. All we were told is that now the long houses are way to modern and not worth visiting any longer. At least not the ones in that area. Barrio, further north, and on the Indonesian border with the Kalabit territory would be a much better and authentic option.

Our diner in Belaga was really surreal. We reach the town night market right before the storm hit (these days, it storms rain every evening from about 6:30pm till morning).
The market is composed of three stalls. We are the three of us, another French couple, and 5 local kids...and bunch of cats. Food was simple but delicious. Our hotel's curfew was 10pm, so at 9:30 we decide to be brave and fave the storm. In the end, rather refreshing than anything given how hot it is.

So the next day, we get on a 4x4 for a very bumpy 3.5 hour ride up and through the rainforest and palm oil fields. Very interesting ride to see from very close the outcome of the serious logging industry in the country and the development of the palm oil as a main source of revenue around.

We arrived at what we call the "junction", bus stop on the road linking Bintulu in the south to Midi in the north.

We get on a bus soon after for a few hours till we arrive at Batu Niah. Famous for its ginormous caves. What an amazing hike and discovery of those caves. Wow! Caves initially lived in by indigenous people hunting swallow birds nests for trade. Simply amazing the infrastructure they had built in order to reach out those nests on the ceiling of the caves.

That night, the 9th of April was also Rebbeka's 24th bday.
Niah is also quite a tiny town, though a bit bigger than Belaga.
At the local restaurant called Friendy Cafe (owner's typo or not, who knows?), a few beers to celebrate and yummy food. Gosh I love fried noodles! Not having any desert or sort of sweets to stick a candle on, the owner put together a sort of "croque monsieur", two toasts with butter, topped by a fried egg and some slices of tomato, she even wrote with syrup Happy Birthday to you on it. So nice!
So to make the owner proud and also embarrass Rebbeka a bit, I sang happy bday song. Lol
And then, yet again, we faced to stormy rain to head back to the hotel.

Next day, lazy morning...up at 8 am. Woohoo!
Back to the junction to catch a bus to Miri...3 or 4 hours...don't really remember.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

In BSB Brunei...will post more on previous days later. Hugs to all!!!

I was actually seatting on the curb in front of a coffee shop at 6:30am in order to tap into their wifi signal and post this pic. lol 

The land of no income taxes and multiple subsidies...

First of, I am super duper upset, because I had started to write a hugely long post on my impressions of Brunei and its capital, and for some odd reason the entire draft got deleted when I went to post it. Grrrrrrr!!!

Anyhow, I am now seating on a simple plastic chair at the night market of Kota Kinabalu, it is 8:30pm, I ordered a grilled half a kilogram of grouper with rice and an Indian iced tea for about $5, after some negotiations. Expansive for a diner, I know, but it is a fish city after all so I have to get with the local delicacies.
This town sells amazing fresh fish all over. It even has shrimps the size of my forearm!!!!! (My forearms are not that big, but still, quite huge for shrimps/langoustines). Papa, Tu serais comme un fou devant tous ces beaux poissons!!!!!!

So here goes my second take at writing my impressions of the Sultanate of Brunei...

My short 48 hour visit to Brunei was just amazing! I was far from expecting it would be that way.

Well, right after crossing the last border road/custom check, u managed to see a rhinoceros hornbill bird fly near the bus!!!!!!

Aside from that, Brunei is quite a nation of contrasts. Its suburbs are identical to Miami's. Seriously, identical. Though its houses might actually be a bit bigger than Miami's. Same architecture, same neighbourhood styles, same gardens...

Brunei only discovered oil under its land in the late 1920's, hence making it a fairly new developed nation.

The Brunei dollar being pegged to the Singapore dollar is almost on par with the US dollar which is 3 times more valuable than it's neighbour's (Malaysia) Ringit.

BSB, the capital is a concrete enhancement of the strong contrast that shows Brunei. Mainly a contrast between the opulence of the modernisation of the new recently developed mainland city, and the more ancient, traditional stilt city.

BSB has (and this has been the highlight of my trip so far) the oldest, more than 1,000 years old, and biggest, more than 20,000 people "floating" village in the world! Kampong Ayer.
The sultan back in the days decided to build this village on stilts at this location as it was the center of the sea trade between east and west' and until a few decades ago the entire government and even the sultan were still living in that Kampong. It is only recently that due to and not necessarily thanks to economical development and its desire to compare to the "first" world nations that the city center and government got relocated to the mainland.
There is not necessarily a social status/wealth difference between people living in the village and the ones living in the stilt houses. At least it is what I was told. Besides, these stilt houses, though they might seem ancient, falling apart and deperished from the outside, are actually huge inside, and just as fully equipped as any modern house on the mainland: AC, fridge, freezer, microwave, oven, washing machine, large flat screen TV, ...
The kampong has several mosques, a fire department, a police station, several schools and koranic schools, super markets, restaurants, and I even managed to find the one unofficial gym which is located in Haji Hindra's house. He is 36 yrs old and already has 6 kids (oldest is 17 and youngest is 2!)
It is amazing to watch the buzzing continuous defile of the numerous high speed wooden longboats that taxi from jetty to jetty all throughout the village and with the mainland all, day and night. Like an unofficial boat show.
I got up at 5:30am just to be able to spend as much time on the. Village as possible before taking the ferry boat to Hangar in the afternoon.
I actually ended up walking around the village from 6:30am to 1pm non stop and only managed to see about 75% of it! But what an unbelievable piece of architectural and urban planning art. The favorite part of my trip so far.

The night I arrived in BSB,  y bus, at night and in the rain, once I managed to find a place to crash, the cheapest in the city ($10 a night forms bed in a dorms! expensive!) I actually decided to walk around the city to scout my itinerary for the next day...so off I went for a good two hour walk in the rain. The main mosque was just splendid by night...and on the other side of the fence, on my way back, I bumped into this 25 yr old local kid who was illegally fishing above the fence of the pond surrounding the mosque. Hen had just caught a 50 cm catfish before I arrived.
He told me he was in the army, in the free fall squad. So cool! I was so proud when he told me that he had 15 solo jumps under his belt, and I told him that I had 12 jumps myself. I told him that in other countries it is actually a hobby and that you don't have to be in the army to jump free fall. He was quite surprised.

In any case, I won't say more about BSB for now, I need to leave some story telling material for when I see you in person. :0)

One last thing before closing this post; the fellow who was seating behind me in the bus from Mark to BSB (late 40's Hindu man, farther of two, and who is one of the main managers of renovation of Brunei's main airport and only sees his family once a month) share some political historical facts with me about Malaysia current situation.
Indeed, some years back, the ruling party of Malaysia was losing majority seats in the parliament to the rising opposition party in Sabah. So in order to regain power in the parliament they decided to start offering residency permits to Philipinos to move to Sabah, which would then secure them additional votes within the Sabah community. However, it seems that they didn't reach then initially desired results and the opposition party kept on strengthening its stronghold in Sabah. So in a last attempt to regain power (though it has not been proven yet) the ruling party would have provided arms and weapons to the Philipinos living in Sabah and the once recently arrived for them to rebel against the opposition party and take over Sabah. That way, the ruling party can then fight them back and out of Sabah to prove to the Sabah residents its worth and regain their votes.
Hmmm...isn't it what the US kind of try to do in Iraq, Libya, Egypt, and many other countries?...and how did that work out, eh!?

Insightful quote from Bev's fantastic book: Rippling, how entrepreneurs spread innovation throughout the world.

"He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how." Nietzsche

Special post for Roop...

...don't be mad, but so far, all I have been eating and drinking are street foods and drinks/juices...they are just so incredibly yummy. My stomach seems to be adjusting perfectly well...so far. :0P
I think Malaysia is very clean and safe that way.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Headed up to Sibu and Belaga buy boat up the river...out for a few days...

Kuching to Sibu...5 hours on a boat...and I thought it would be more like 2 hours...I guess I should have asked.
Darn cloudy sky....spent all 5 hours on the outside deck not realizing that I was grilling...or should I say lobsterizing...adding more layers to my tan I guess. Lol

Splitting a room with Rebbeka and Maria in Sibu.
> Fred, no comments.
> Sebastian, no they are not Russian twins.

Both day and night markets have been amazingly interesting gastronomical cultural adventures and discoveries...special appreciation to a fruit called Tombok, the most sour thing I have had yet.

Boat to Belaga leaves from Sibu at 5:45am...and this time it is 8 hours of boat...and no outside deck this time. Let's just hope that we can manage to get invited to some long houses, and maybe if we are lucky, attend a funeral celebration...

Click on link for photos of markets and boats.

Semenggoh Park...

I had read in so many places before my trip that Borneo  was a great place to see Orang Outan in their natural habitat, so being in Kuching and  near a famous park for that, I jumped on the occasion to check it out.
I get all the info on  how to get there...find the bus stop, jump  on the bus, and wait for it to take off. The bus was almost empty, only me, the driver, two  locals, a couple of Spanish people from Spain (easily spotted with their accent lol), a couple of south Africans and an american woman.
While  waiting, I notice across the street another bus in which this little girl is looking out the window, sitting on her mom's  lap. So we start playing pick a booh, well, mostly me ...she was a bit shy and hid behind her mother's arm. Then her mom noticed me and all three of us are playing pick a booh. lol such a cute and funny moment...then the bus departs...

I start joining the conversation between the south Africans and the american...and very quickly we get into this conversation about religion, God, and so forth (the 2 south Africans, Frank and Delia are quite religious, but  in an inclusive and non imposing way). We switch conversation, and Franck tells me that they both used to be actors in SA and are now managing this kind of day care camp for 4 to 6 yr old, based on teaching them arts and craft as well as a bit of acting, and tons of creativity. ha! No way!!!??? I am like: Hire me, I will volunteer for you guys. They live in BKK, so it would be perfect. We keep on chatting about it the entire day...
Yes, the Orang Outan were nice, but highlight of the day was definitely meeting Franck and Delia, and also Beth the American, who happens to be a yoga teacher, painter, and video grapher from San Francisco. Beth is currently travelling the  world to film nature and cultural dances t o compile a documentary harmonizing both the environment, animals, and cultural dances...promises to be quite a piece of work. what a life!!!??? I totally chose the wrong career...well...dont really have a career at the moment anyway. lol

Franck, Delia and  I end up having diner together, a couple of beers and a nice cigars, while chatting, mostly me giving them all the ideas I have about how to take their project to scale and repositionning it to make it a multi segmented project to make profit from it on one side, and make it a social enterprise on the other side. I got so excited about it...so they  invited me to BKK for some time  to sit down with them and their business partners to chat more thoroughly about my ideas an d see how I could help  them further (according to their words, they are just passionate artists who do not really have any business acumen. I was so happy...that could be my first NGO consulting mini project).

What a fantastic day!!!...needless to say that between the excitement of such encounter and opportunity, the 3 beers, and the cigar, I slept like a baby.  :o)     and well, in this dorm, the distance between the lower bed and the top bed is much much bigger, and the beds feel super  solid, so no fear of  my upper bed mate  to crash the bed and collapse on top of me though the night...not that I would  mind  such accident if the bed mate in question is a charming young lady...hasnt been the case AT ALL so far.

Kuching...

I had no idea that Kuching was the biggest city in Borneo...(i guess i should have done more research...oh well...) so i was a bit surprised when I arrived and saw a huge Hilton, a huge Pullman Hotel...and quite a few big shopping malls...
This said, though it is a big city, it has quite a stronger feel of a small town.
Upon arrival, and after managing to get a cheap ride into the city, I found a wonderful hostel (Nomad BNB). who's owner, Chris, is   super welcoming, and where everyone is hanging out like a big family. As I was taking a well deserved  nap at 4pm, I get woken up by this tall American girl who enters the small 6 beds dorms asking very loudly if anyone wants some poop crackers...yeah, i know...I was like, whooooooot?! lol they were actually some whole wheat crackers topped with  coconut jam. yummmmy! you know me, I can always eat, and am curious. Then her (Erika, who has been teaching English in Korea for two years now), myself and this  swiss guy, Rafael, a scuba diving instructor who  has been travelling the world for a few years now, we head out to this Chinese parade ride outside.
It was quite fun, and great for photos (See my link on Flickr).
Since it was a beautiful  evening, we decided to take a lil tiny boat to cross the river stream and go eat on the other side. Dont ask me what I ate. I have no clue what it was, but it was yummy...the food here is so yummy...yet strange at the same time, but CHEAP! They also serve this iced tea, in witch they pour a ton of condensed milk....ufffff so goooooood with this heat!

Bako...hot, humid, wild Bako...

Franck, Delia and I, after 30 minutes of bus and 30 minutes of boat, made it to Bako  natural reserve by 9:30am the next day...welcome by a few monkeys and wild boars...oh and lots of other tourists obviously. lol
Us three, and Sergio, a mid 60's retired Italian who lives in Belgium and used to be a chemical engineer start on our first trail...5.8km. Ha! Might seem like nothing of a distance to hike...yeah right! Lets just say that the last 200 meters of the trail took us about 45minutes! The whole trail took us a good 4.5 hours. It was then that i realized the following: having hair actually prevents you from having a continuous pouring flood of sweat down your face and into your eyes, and Gosh am I out of  shape!!!!!!!!! Also, the constant switch from airless super hot and humid jungle to even hotter and dry mountain top, is just plain exhausting and burning. oh, oh, oh!!! I almost forgot, not having any long hair anymore...I totally did not think about the risk that I could get sun burnt on my scalp  and in my neck. uffff......two days after am still in pain...

Anyhow...hike was great and boy did Sergio run like a rabbit the whole way...with his blue plastic bag (inside joke with Delia).

After diner, during which we had to pay very close attention to the monkeys for them not to jump in our plates (one monkey managed to steal a beer from a tourist, jump in a tree, and crack it open to drink it...adaptation, am telling you!), we went for an hour and a half of night walk in the just jungle...deadly viper, Scorpio, killer frog, spiders, glowing mushrooms, centipedes...

What a day...

Slept like a baby.

Next morning...monkey alarm at 7am...quite effective to have a squad of monkeys jump on the roof of your bed room as if it were a trampoline.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Semenggoh Park

Some photos of Kuchin Borneo...

Sorry if I am posting these photos before even posting the ones from KL, I am still having difficulties extracting the photos on the other SD card. Hopefully soon Inchallah...

These are the photos of the village I am now...in Sarawak State of Borneo:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/52537245@N00/sets/72157633172466861/

Tuesday, 2nd April...


left hostel at 6:30am.
took subway, and saw a guy, young professional dressed business casual, use a daily tarot reading app on his iphone...this city is so unexpected.
found the bus to the airport...first company asked 10RM, when the one just behind is asking 8RM. Mind you these are direct buses taking about 1 h without traffic.
The more high end way  is  train+bus for 12.50RM, which takes about 52  minutes...

So far, nothing is going as planned...lol I guess that's because I actually hadn't made any plans...

On the plane to Kuching...wondering where I will be sleeping tonight.

At some point, I might want to start planning a bit more each of my steps and destinations, but for now I just want to decompress and go with the flow...

Monday, April 1, 2013

Let the adventure begin! 6:30am, tuesday morning...leaving my hostel and the big city on the mainland to take a plane to Kushing Borneo!

the first few days of the rest of my life...Kuala Lumpur...

no photos to post just quite yet due to technical problems: apparently my Nexus 7 tablet does not read what is called Exfat files, and it seems that the photos taken on my SD card are in such format. So I cannot seem to upload my photos using my tablet and have to rely on finding a laptop or PC on my way.

I will do my best to post pix soon.

In the meantime, some comments about my trip so far...

...My lay over in Tokyo was really short (only over night), but I did manage top see Yuri again,m which after about 8 years, it was long over due. The good thing about true/real friends is that no matter how long you havent seen each other for, when you see each other again, it feels as if only a day has passed. Yuri, I miss you so much. I real hope we can see each other again very soon. That short lay over also made me really want to spend more time in the country. The little I saw definitely resonated with the idea I had in mind.

...Kuala Lumpur...nothing to do at all with what I had in mind before coming. This city is totally first world and urbanized. The only very crucial detail (which might sound a bit simple and silly) but here we drive on the left side of the road and not the right side. And when you spend your whole days walking around jay walking from street to street, trust me, it is VERY IMPORTANT, as buses do not arrive from your left  side, but rather speeding by on your right side!
Anyhow, two words to describe KL: HOT & HUMID...as hell! Not sure about the exact temperature so far, but the summer Miami temperature feels like winter compared to here right now.
I have been in KL a total of 3 nights and 2 full days. I think that because of the heat and the discomfort it would be to stay in my dorms all day (yes, I rented a bed (rather a plank on a bed frame) in an 24-bed dorm room hostel, at $4 a night, budget travelling is budget travelling...after all, I did fly from DC to KL in business class!), and so I decided that I would put the two days I have in KL to good use and try and see EVERYTHING there is to see in this city...I think I have walked a total of at least 10 hours in two days...take into account the heat and humidity!
And though I have seen every monument and site worth a visit, it is only last night that I realized I had omitted the Indian part of KL...why is this important you might ask? well...yesterday was Holi celebration in the Hindu temples of the city, and for years now I had dreamt to join this celebration. So booh me! :o(
You will see for yourself with the photos, but those two days showed me that KL doest not actually have that much to offer after all. Lets just say that the rest of my trip can only be more mesmerizing...

Something interesting actually happened today: so between my jet lag, my terrible bed, my neck pains, and the heat, this morning I was up and about by 7:30am. One of the points of interest I had wanted to do was the Batu Caves (they have the worlds tallest Hindu statue apparently! and quite a few monkeys) These caves are located on the other side of the city, and so two options to get there: Subway or bus, both take you pretty much to the gate of the site. Well...subway means underground, fast speed, and not much local culture bathing. Bus means the opposite...so I went for bus. After leaving my hostel and walking for about a good 20 minutes, I finally managed to find what I thought was the spot to wait for the so called bus...after waiting for a good hour, while observing a guy making (what I would later realize) rotis, I am told that this is not the right spot (I should have asked to three different people instead of one) and so I move on to the next spot...there, after waiting for 15 minutes, I am told that a few blocks away there is a bus that is much faster and more frequent...so off I go again, and finally catch the damn bus at about 9am or  so.
hmnmm...all of a sudden, when driving through the Indian part of the city, another bus fish tails our bus...our driver aint so happy about it and starts speeding to get to the level of the other bus to curse at him and tell him that he will beat him up soon. The other bus pulls over (to the left side ;o) both buses stop to the curb, both drivers get off...ours all of a sudden run towards the other and jumps to his throat. They both fall on the curb/gutter, battling between the gutter and against the bus tires...UFC moment...punches and kicks and so forth.
People get off the buses, but do not move a finger...seems like a daily thing to them I suppose...after all, no blood in the scene. I yell a few times "STOP" "LET GO". Not sure if for that, but they finally stopped. Our driver definitely got the upper hand on the fight. Both drivers regain their bus seat, and off we go. So between that and discovering the whole Little India part of town, I guess it was worth the wait after all.

My next stop was the national mosque. A very modern architecture, where I was welcome by a white american lady from Ohio. Go wonder...

I finally made it back to the hostel, and met this interesting British man,. who is as amazingly bohemian as can get. He volunteers in a refugee school on the burma/thailand border in the winter and volunters in the various music festival;s in the summer. Well...even more interesting is that he has crossed, biking, tajikistan, kyrgistan, and parts of china in one trip, as well as laos, cambodia, and thailand. He also drove from England to Mali in a 2 Chevaux, and later in the same car, from England to Syria! Fascinating adventurer! He also spent last month in Burma, and now Burma is definitely on my list for this trip! Am going there either before or after Thailand.

Tomorrow I am actually flying to Borneo. I think I will do the whole coast of the island before I start island hoping in Indonesia. (Crazy thing, but the British guy is actually going to Bali tomorrow to start yet another biking trip, this time crossing all of Indonesia - except Sumatra).
Sebastian...this kind of biking trip has our name written all over it!!!!!!! 2015 or 2016 maybe?!

Ok, i think that is a good update for now...nothing philosophical just yet...only beginning my adventure, and being in such a big city is not helping...I need to crash in a hammock on a beach and sleep for two days.

On this note...buenas noches a tod@s!

I am very proud and happy to report that while my hostel is lopcated in the very heart of Chinatown, and thus surrounded by enticing street markets, I have managed to hold myself and not buy a single thing...so far!  Sebastian, see? I am able to actually control my compulsory shopping habit. Thank God I still havent crossed any Zara store. lol