A Gorgeous Trip to Kuching
Well we just got back from an amazing week of running around Kuching. But as we made no posts about it the whole time we were there, I figure I will slowly type up each day over the course of the next week. That way I dont have to type it all at once, and you dont have to read it all at once! Everybody wins (^ v ^ !!)
Day 1, Friday: We arrived in Kuching after having spent the night in Singapore Airport. This was not the worse night sleep I have ever had, but it wasn't the best either. Still, we awoke only somewhat stiff from the chairs we laid down on and spent the morning at the Singapore Museum- a very impressive museum. The price was a bit steep ($13), but by flashing my Japanese Teacher’s ID card and saying it was a student card, I got a student ticket at a much more reasonable $5. We saw a really cool exhibit about Singaporean food, as well as the special exhibit on Verner Panton, the designer from the 60s/70s who made the first single mold plastic chairs among other things. Around 1pm we were back at the airport, and from the Budget terminal made our way to Kuching on the 3pm Tiger Airways flight.
Lo picked us up at the airport in Kuching and drove us to the hostel we were staying at. We got checked in, grabbed a quick shower, then got picked back up by Lo to go back to the airport to meet Betsy and Jude, who did not know we were in Kuching. On the way to the airport Lo mentioned that he wanted to stop off at a bar he had been at last week to pick up something he left there. We dutifully followed Lo into the empty bar, filled with laser lights and blasting music. Before we knew what had happened Lo had ordered a bucket full of Heinekens as a “quick drink” before heading to the airport. It was then that we knew we were back in Kuching.
Amazingly we beat the girls to the airport and Lo headed inside to get them while Christophe and I hid outside. Hiding at an airport is a little weird these days and we got a few suspicious stares as we peered at the entrance from behind pillars, but no one arrested us as terrorists, so it was fine. Finally the girls emerged, trailing behind Lo on their way to the car. We fell in step behind them and Christophe began loudly clearing his throat. As it became clear that they were not responding to this, I let out a high pitched “sumimasen!” (Japanese for excuse me) and both the girls stopped in their tracks. Slowly they rotated around and stared at us. It took 3-5 seconds for our presence to sink in, upon which time Judy let out a little scream and Betsy began repeating, “shut up, no way” over and over again.
From the airport we went straight to dinner at this fabulous outdoor place where there are a bunch of different venders. We dined on some red snapper that Lo had gotten from fishermen that morning and dropped off to be cooked by one of the stands. It was divine. We also had tempura seafood with a chili sauce, some stewed veggies, and something else that I can picture, but cant name. Needless to say, it was all delicious, and went wonderfully with all the beer we were drinking.
After dinner we headed over to a coffee shop where Lo’s photography club meets on Friday nights to drink. We pulled up chairs at the big round table, and continued consuming beers- all the while chatting with the photography guys. Eventually Jude even got them to start pulling out cameras for her to admire and envy.
Finally around 2am Lo dropped us back off at the hostel and we stumbled to our room. There Jude and I promptly crawled into bed, while Christophe and Betsy headed to the top floor bar for a few more brews. At the bar they met a bunch of Australian High School kids who they told Christophe’s name is “Freedom”- the name by which they kids would refer to him for the rest of the time they were there.
Day 1, Friday: We arrived in Kuching after having spent the night in Singapore Airport. This was not the worse night sleep I have ever had, but it wasn't the best either. Still, we awoke only somewhat stiff from the chairs we laid down on and spent the morning at the Singapore Museum- a very impressive museum. The price was a bit steep ($13), but by flashing my Japanese Teacher’s ID card and saying it was a student card, I got a student ticket at a much more reasonable $5. We saw a really cool exhibit about Singaporean food, as well as the special exhibit on Verner Panton, the designer from the 60s/70s who made the first single mold plastic chairs among other things. Around 1pm we were back at the airport, and from the Budget terminal made our way to Kuching on the 3pm Tiger Airways flight.
Lo picked us up at the airport in Kuching and drove us to the hostel we were staying at. We got checked in, grabbed a quick shower, then got picked back up by Lo to go back to the airport to meet Betsy and Jude, who did not know we were in Kuching. On the way to the airport Lo mentioned that he wanted to stop off at a bar he had been at last week to pick up something he left there. We dutifully followed Lo into the empty bar, filled with laser lights and blasting music. Before we knew what had happened Lo had ordered a bucket full of Heinekens as a “quick drink” before heading to the airport. It was then that we knew we were back in Kuching.
Amazingly we beat the girls to the airport and Lo headed inside to get them while Christophe and I hid outside. Hiding at an airport is a little weird these days and we got a few suspicious stares as we peered at the entrance from behind pillars, but no one arrested us as terrorists, so it was fine. Finally the girls emerged, trailing behind Lo on their way to the car. We fell in step behind them and Christophe began loudly clearing his throat. As it became clear that they were not responding to this, I let out a high pitched “sumimasen!” (Japanese for excuse me) and both the girls stopped in their tracks. Slowly they rotated around and stared at us. It took 3-5 seconds for our presence to sink in, upon which time Judy let out a little scream and Betsy began repeating, “shut up, no way” over and over again.
From the airport we went straight to dinner at this fabulous outdoor place where there are a bunch of different venders. We dined on some red snapper that Lo had gotten from fishermen that morning and dropped off to be cooked by one of the stands. It was divine. We also had tempura seafood with a chili sauce, some stewed veggies, and something else that I can picture, but cant name. Needless to say, it was all delicious, and went wonderfully with all the beer we were drinking.
After dinner we headed over to a coffee shop where Lo’s photography club meets on Friday nights to drink. We pulled up chairs at the big round table, and continued consuming beers- all the while chatting with the photography guys. Eventually Jude even got them to start pulling out cameras for her to admire and envy.
Finally around 2am Lo dropped us back off at the hostel and we stumbled to our room. There Jude and I promptly crawled into bed, while Christophe and Betsy headed to the top floor bar for a few more brews. At the bar they met a bunch of Australian High School kids who they told Christophe’s name is “Freedom”- the name by which they kids would refer to him for the rest of the time they were there.
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