So more on Borneo.
To satisfy an unbearable itch for the random and unexpected, I had booked a flight and packed a bag on a whim to Kuching to catch this year’s Rainforest World Music Festival. Some friends that were going as well, with their travel arrangements down pat, offered to bunk. I greatly appreciated the offers, however the call of the random accommodation was too persistent to resist.
The one I chose was conveniently located in the City Centre, along some nice cosy pubs, and right behind a commercial hotel. Upon pulling up into the narrow alley, the cab driver asked me, “Are you sure you are staying here?” I blamed the obscure alley, weak flourescent signage and hole-in-the-wall entrance for his doubt.
It was as minimal, no-frills, and downright straightforward as accommodations can get; this is the girls’ shared room, pick your bunk bed, a pillow and a sheet, the shower and toilet are down the hall. It was nice and cosily spartan. And clean. I slept like an overfed baby that night.
The next morning, I woke up with two other girls. Yes, that’s how how we like to tell our story to people who ask how we met because we seem to have a long inseparable history. Haha. One of them had to transfer and we spent the whole morning hostel hunting in the scorching Sarawak heat.
|A hot hostel hunt|
|Found: a charming outdoor kitchen and wash area|