The best thing about the hostel was the friendliness of the staff. They gave me a lot of great tips and advice on what to do in Kuching and also gave me my own private room for the same price as a dorm, seen as their guests had extended their stay. I could see why! I took a map with me and headed out to explore the city. I walked towards the waterfront and admired the view of the small dainty river boats and the beautiful architecture of the government buildings across the way.
My second day in Kuching saw me take the same route towards India street and this time, actually make a purchase. I had stopped off at The Chinese History Museum which was very interesting and then carried on. I got chatting to two young stall merchants and an older man who had great English. It seemed easier to buy a technological item from someone you could mutually understand, who knew? We chatted for ages and the older man I later came to know as Musa, gave me some great tips on travelling Sarawak, Borneo. I ended up buying a Samsung Galaxy S4 with screen covers and a phone cover for €65 which to me seemed fake, but i didn't care. A phone was a phone and until I could get another I phone, this would do! They set it up, registered my sim card for me and Musa even walked me over to my bus stop where I had planned to go to Semmongoh to see the Orangutans. Little did I know, he just heard Orangutans, and sent me off on the wrong bus, to my dismay. It wasn't until I got to Bako National Park an hour later that I embarrassed myself asking about the orangutans feeding times. When i realized where I was, It was too late, and too expensive to take part in any national park boat rides, or activities. I had wasted my time. Well, when i figured this out, and decided to go back to Kuching, I turned around and the bus had left, with not another one in sight for an hour. My patience was up. I would never make it back on time to go to Semmongoh. I just wanted to sleep!
When the next bus took me back, I pushed the button when I suddenly saw my hostel and rushed off the bus as fast as i could. I headed into a local Chinese eatery where, yes, I got very much stared at for asking if they had a menu. Nevertheless, the lovely woman made me some spicy veggie noodles which were just what I needed before settling down in bed to watch The Great Gatsby. The beds were amazing in Beds, and It suddenly made sense... 'Ding'! My last day In Kuching, saw me sat for two hours on my computer trying to come up with a plan, while eating eggs and toast, obviously. I finally came to a decision to take the bus to Miri which would be 14hrs, not so bad considering my record is 36hrs or something. It would save me accommodation too which was a bonus for us travellers. I booked it for 9pm with Mr Chong, via the lovely hostel lady, who told me he would pick me up at 7:30pm. Hmm ok then! I headed off for my last chance to see the Orangutans at Semmongoh, not before stopping off with Musa to purchase a memory card for my phone, at a discounted rate of course.I pretended I had wanted to go to Semmongoh today as if yesterday I had actually wanted to go to Bako, luckily he didn't ask how it was. After thanking him for all his help and chats, I took some directions and found the K6 to take me to the right place. I had noticed that everyone was very friendly here, they all said hello in the street and smiled as they passed by and if you needed any help, everyone was there for you. I loved places like this. When I got to Semmongoh, we all walked for 1.3km before reaching the sanctuary. As i approached the crowds, I noticed them looking up at the rare sighting of a grandmother and baby orangutan outside of their feeding times. We watched for ages, while taking pictures of them swinging around and eating bananas, typical! When we went to the feeding area at 3pm, there was only one cheeky orangutan there eating all the bananas and grabbing coconuts to smash off the trees. He was entertaining enough. After taking the last bus back, I walked back through the city, taking in the sight of the beautiful Indian Mosque, and then made my way back to my street where I had a beautiful dinner of.. guess what... Fried Mee Hoon, in The Hong Kong Noodle House. Afterwards I headed back to Beds, where I waited for Mr Chong who arrived at 8pm, due to his dinner time. When he greeted me, I couldn't help but think of Mr Chow in the Hangover. He spoke very fast, broken English but expected me to know what he meant. As I got into his brand spanking new, gleaming white, Mercedes Benz, I began to think of human trafficking. There had been many situations in my travel life where I have had this thought, but after seeing 'Taken', you just never know. I figured the lovely lady wouldn't be in on it, so I trusted that he was taking me to a bus. As I sat in the front seat of the air conditioned car, which smelled like new leather and floral, I tried to respond to Chong's questions, blissfully unaware of a single word. At one point he asked if i was married and if he could come to Ireland, which we both laughed at, me being the one awkwardly laughing. As we got to the terminal, he pulled up and walked me to the counter and at this point it seemed like I had entered into an Indian style deja vu situation. As I walked around the terminal, every face turned to look at me as if i was something out of the ordinary. Promoters popped out of the wood work asking where I was going, slowly moving on to the usual 'Where are you from' 'Are you married' questions to which I laughed at. I couldn't believe it. It was Malaysia, what could possibly have changed from the outside world to inside this terminal. As I walked to the supermarket, everyone came after me asking if i was ok, if i knew where i was going and that i needed to be back for 9pm. When i came back to take a seat, all prospective passengers turned to stare at me, so I put my earphones in and blared some crazy tunes to keep me occupied. On board the bus at 9pm, we got comfortable, and as the bus pulled away, there of course, was Mr Chong, hysterically waving up to me. I couldn't help but wave and consequently burst into laughter, considering this was just a long line of weird situations I have been apart of. I set off on the 14hr journey to Miri and I was very much looking forward to chilling out, watching movies and pigging out on donuts, crisps and cookies. Bye Bye Kuching, It was an entertaining few days!