Something In the Air Called Weddings
Last weekend alone, I had 3 wedding invites, 2 on Saturday, and 1 on Sunday. I had already booked the airasia goholiday package for the one on Saturday, in Kuching. Little did I know then, that our dear Miss Dee would also decide to get hitched, and have her wedding reception on that night of all the 365 days of the year, and 52 saturdays.
Anyway, I was quite glad for the chance to visit Kuching. I grew up there for a year or so, when I was 2 years old, so don't really have much memory, if fact, non at all, for it. The food aspect has been blogged about here. The city itself is really quaint, lots of old colonial building, very clean, a lovely riverside walk, interesting water taxis that ferry people to and fro across the Kuching River, for a mere 30 sen each way. Of course, things could be better sign posted. One of the attractions, Fort Margherita, is so badly signposted, its main entrance is closed, as is the fort, but one can access it via the police grounds, which have a large sign saying NO TRESPASSING, etc....which would have turned away any faint hearted tourist. India Street and Chinese street sell a wide array of food stuff, near the wet market, whilst The Main Bazaar focuses mainly on handicraft.
A visit to the Sarawak Cultural village, 45 minutes from Kuching town, near Damai Beach, is a worthwhile trip to make. The cultural show showcases the dances from the various tribes, such as the Melanau, Bidayuh, Ibans, Orang Ulu and Malays. The Iban fellow was able to lift a 20kg mortar with his teeth. Someone remarked it would be a good toothpaste ad. Was quite impressed with the accuracy of the blowpipe.
The various designs of longhouses, life size, were pretty interesting as well. The village offers homestay rooms, but obviously everything is orchestrated, for the Penan fler that I took a picture with wasn't even a real Penan.
The wedding reception of friend with american wife (both working in China) was held coincidentally at the same hotel, so that was convenient.
On Sunday night, yet another wedding of a friend from church. It's always nice to be at a wedding table where you know everyone, and can really be yourself, as was the case at last night's banquet. The food at the Eastin was surprisingly, not bad. But the company was sterling, and I had a gala time from the moment I walked into the hotel from the carpark.
Anyway, I was quite glad for the chance to visit Kuching. I grew up there for a year or so, when I was 2 years old, so don't really have much memory, if fact, non at all, for it. The food aspect has been blogged about here. The city itself is really quaint, lots of old colonial building, very clean, a lovely riverside walk, interesting water taxis that ferry people to and fro across the Kuching River, for a mere 30 sen each way. Of course, things could be better sign posted. One of the attractions, Fort Margherita, is so badly signposted, its main entrance is closed, as is the fort, but one can access it via the police grounds, which have a large sign saying NO TRESPASSING, etc....which would have turned away any faint hearted tourist. India Street and Chinese street sell a wide array of food stuff, near the wet market, whilst The Main Bazaar focuses mainly on handicraft.
A visit to the Sarawak Cultural village, 45 minutes from Kuching town, near Damai Beach, is a worthwhile trip to make. The cultural show showcases the dances from the various tribes, such as the Melanau, Bidayuh, Ibans, Orang Ulu and Malays. The Iban fellow was able to lift a 20kg mortar with his teeth. Someone remarked it would be a good toothpaste ad. Was quite impressed with the accuracy of the blowpipe.
The various designs of longhouses, life size, were pretty interesting as well. The village offers homestay rooms, but obviously everything is orchestrated, for the Penan fler that I took a picture with wasn't even a real Penan.
The wedding reception of friend with american wife (both working in China) was held coincidentally at the same hotel, so that was convenient. 
On Sunday night, yet another wedding of a friend from church. It's always nice to be at a wedding table where you know everyone, and can really be yourself, as was the case at last night's banquet. The food at the Eastin was surprisingly, not bad. But the company was sterling, and I had a gala time from the moment I walked into the hotel from the carpark.
Labels: kuching, longhouses, weddings
posted by fatboybakes | 2:55 PM
3 Comments:
Hey, u missed one (the picture with the pretend-penan). *running away but still pointing*
chay, that one so small, cant really see oso lah.... deliberately one.
'Alo. Can click at it & it'll open up big-big-lar. Evidence:- I recognised u on that Fri, right?
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