Yangon part 2

As always there are kids selling postcards, and like the adults they generally take a no very well. I had a fascinating conversation with one young girl.

'you very beautiful'

'I think you are'

'I think you are more!'

'nope, you are'

'you buy postcard?'

'no thanks'

'only 1000 kyat' ($1us)

'no thanks'

'ok I wait for you here' (while we went to be tourists at a paya)... and she did, reappearing afterwards , 'you buy postcard?'

'nope'

'but I waited for you!'

'I know you did'

and a HUMPH, would have bought some just for the theatrical performance. Around the corner a boy offered postcards at double the girl's price...

We visited the Shwedagon Paya which is the most revered place in the country to Buddhists, the main impressions we got was that it's quite pointy in a vertical kind of way, there are hundreds upon hundreds of Buddha images and figures and it's very very bright! Apparently there are a few thousand diamonds on top of the central stupa but apart from them being a long way up, it was so glarey there was no way we could have looked at it.

Afterwards we went for looking for lunch, wandering around wishing we'd bought the more up-to-date guidebook as most of the places we were looking for had gone, we ended up catching a taxi back to our guesthouse and having lunch there!

Lunch was served (eventually, again the patience thing appears!) by a friendly young man who seems to run the restaurant section of our guesthouse. He's almost impossible to understand, to me he sounds a bit like he might be slightly deaf as he speaks in a very muffled manner, we get by on signals and facial expressions.

And then there is The Duck. A small child who we think lives a bit down the road and kept us entertained for a good hour last night at dinner by running around at top speed flapping his arms and quacking. We saw the Duck again this morning and Dylan and him had great fun playing a game of hide-and-seek between him and the camera. Every time he looks at us we get a wave and a hello. It's completely cute.

Like everywhere we've been, people break out into song spontaneously. Monks wander the streets with their fans, bowls and umbrellas. There are many nuns as well, dressed in baby pink robes with a wicker dish for donations.

It's very humid here, but not actually very hot so it's quite bearable.

But I said Yangon is a mixed bag and this is why...The streets are a mess, the roads are appalling and this is the city centre. There is masses and masses of rubbish everywhere, layer upon layer of plastic creating a whole new and totally unattractive type of soil. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it not even in Cambodia. Oh, some streets are better than others, one in particular that we have walked down was simply squalid. There are skinny mangy dogs everywhere, and their sh!t along with them. Human too in places I think. My plans to be more adventurous with food have gone out the window here, it's just too dirty to contemplate it. Maybe I'm being a stuck up westerner but its pretty bad. Even if I look out a window in our guesthouse to the block next door it looks a bit like a rubbish tip. Where would you even start to get this cleaned up?

Hoping to go to Pyay tomorrow and then onto Bagon and it's famous 'lost temples' afterwards.

Yangon 28-12-2005

Hello all,Yes, there IS internet in Yangon although it is a little hard to locate, just because there is a shop filled with people on computers calling itself Mr Cyber (LOL! Mr Cyber! hehehe) doesn't mean it has net access, just something to bear in mind.

Sooo, Yangon... I think what I write here may be looked at because I was 'denied access' to yahoo until the man came and fiddled with the 'puter so I'm going to have to be a little discreet with what I say I think . Not that it WILL be checked necessarily but still, should be careful nonetheless.

We'll start with the airport shenanigans. I'll have to take back what I said last time about the number of immigration counters that aren't used, this time they were ALL in operation and so we got through relatively quickly... however this was more than made up for waiting for our (well, Dylan's) bag to come in off the plane. We spent almost an hour standing by the carousel waiting! And we weren't the only ones, I swear they were carrying each bag individually across from the plane to the terminal, or perhaps two at a time slung over their shoulders. At one time we got up to 4 whole bags on the carousel at once, amazing! I am at a loss to explain why it took so long but never mind, patience is the key.

While we waited I was chatted up by a young man dressed in a neat white shirt tucked into his longyi (Long-Ghee, an ankle length sarong worn by almost all the men we've seen) with his wallet tucked into the back. He told me about his guesthouse and as he was so nice and non-pushy about it we decided to go along with him (eventually, once our bag finally materialized!) to check it out. I made the mistake of asking him how many FEC's (Foreign exchange certificates, a strange method they had of obtaining hard currency) we needed to buy and instantly I saw a shadow pass over his face and he became guarded, ' Not need to buy any more, we can talk about it later' he said and I realised I'd accidentally hit a nerve and changed the subject to having an out of date guidebook. For the record, that man's name is pronounced something like Mon-yay and we are staying at his place, it's a little way out of town but nice anyway.

Speaking of money lets talk about it! From now on, when I say dollars I mean of the green US variety. We had an amount of US cash on hand, and another larger amount of US Amex travellers cheques. Realising that FECs were no longer in use (which is a good thing as it was a total crock) we asked at our guesthouse where we could change a travellers cheque... and the answer was that only ONE place in the whole entire capital would do so, and it's not a bank, it's a fancy-scmancy hotel out on the edge of town. What's more, they charge a whopping 10% to do so! So we asked about getting a cash advance on a credit card and the answer was the same, the same hotel - who charges 7.3% themselves, plus 1.something % from their bank plus whatever your own bank will charge (!!!!) But as we really had no choice we caught a taxi out to this ginormous hotel, got smiled at nicely, had our bags checked at the entrance and got our money, only losing 10% of our budget in the process. Needless to say we weren't all that impressed and I considered taking back my 10% in free cookies and sweets from the counter but I forgot at the finish. At least we had all the doors opened for us and a 'have a nice day' as we left which took a bit of the sting out of it.

FYI, travellers cheques were OK up until the FECs went out of use, and if you don't have a widely known currency or travellers cheques (IE US or maybe pounds) then basically you're stuffed on the money front. Oh, or Thai baht if you find the right person, the right person probably NOT being one of the men that appear by your side every so often asking if you want to change money (!)

I'll be honest, Yangon is a mixed bag. We've visited several of the pagodas, always having to pay an entrance fee and then make a few 'donations' along the way usually into the ask-ees hand rather than the donation box they have in front of them which I find highly suspicious. We've had multiple offers from people to be a guide, either for the day or around a paya (pagoda), they're are always friendly and polite and what I find most interesting is that when you say 'no thank-you' the answer is always along the lines of 'oh ok, never mind, nice to meet you, have a nice day' and they wander off, I think these people have no guile or pushiness whatsoever! One man was particularly funny, when I said no he growled at me like 'grrrrr YES' and I laughed and said no again and another 'GRRR YES!' and I said no! and he laughed and said OK. Maybe you had to be there..

Bangkok 24-12-2005

Well, we've arrived in Bangkok unscathed.

As you know, we couldn't cross the border overland due to extensive flooding (worst in at least 20 years apparently) so we took a flight with Air Asia from KL which turned out to be quite fun in the way that only Asia can be. Halfway through the flight the head attendant got up to thank everyone for flying with them... and to say thank you we all got to search through the pockets in front of us and if you found a laminated picture of a gift you won a prize. Nothing for us unfortunately but the guy behind us (only one seat away from me dammit!) won a little pillow and a pen... and when he got up to receive his gift he was requested to sing a song and so he launched into a garbled version of jingle bells and we all clapped along That could only happen here hehehe. That was it for the in-flight entertainment but fun nonetheless.

So we arrived at BKK airport, waited for ages and ages to get through immigration. It doesn't seem to matter what country you are in, there is always a disproportionate number of counters to the number of staff so a few hundred people from several flights were lined up in three separate slow moving lines, but we got through and jumped in a taxi which hardly took the long way around to Banglamphu at all and although his maths wasn't that great (180baht + 50baht = 300baht apparently) we didn't bother to make a fuss (it's Christmas after all, spirit of generosity and all that). We found a place to stay easily on Soi Rambutri, just over from the infamous Thanon Khao San but infinitely nicer as there are trees, a temple/monastery over the road and not so crazy-busy.

Nothing has changed, nothing at all. It's like coming home in a funny way. There are still the fruit, pancake and phad thai stalls. There's still a falafel stall out the front of the police office. There are still about 5 times as many westerners as Thais here, and still the obligatory annoying backpackers. Just the type you want to shake and say 'Chill out man! Not everyone is out to get you!'. Some people act like an offer of a tuk-tuk is an attack and respond in kind, angrily and aggressively. You get so much further here by being friendly, not ignoring people and chatting before you refuse what they are trying to sell. Shouting at someone over 20 baht (that's about 60c AU) does nothing but make you look like a fool. Just my opinion of course.

But somehow this time it seems easier here. Maybe we're not a bit jaded like we were last time when it took us about 3 months before we got to BKK but this time it just seems a bit more relaxing. We've paid a lot more for a room than last time too, making it a lot easier to find one as competition for the super-cheap rooms is big so we have a nice, big, clean and quiet room with a bathroom overlooking a pretty courtyard with trees, a big fish pond, orchids and a spirit house. I love the spirit houses here. They're usually out the front of a house or hotel or business and they are often built before the actual house because it's important to have somewhere for the house spirits to live. People leave fruit and flowers and light incense to keep them happy. It's technically an animist thing, not a Buddhist thing but many buddhists believe in it nonetheless, a blending of religions, at least that's how I understand it.

What is very strange here is that it's not hot! At least not after Malaysia anyway. The Thais are all rugged up in jumpers and jackets, it's not THAT cold to us but there was a definite nip in the air this morning and it hardly feels humid at all, it's great!

We've already dove head first into the food, having curries and Tom Kha (my most favourite soup of all time) and stirfries and painfully chilli hot Som Tum (green papaya salad). We were enjoying our lunch yesterday right up until a pigeon got squashed by a car on the road in front of the cafe which was more than a bit off putting (some of you know this already, hello family!), a street sweeper had picked it up within ten minutes but a blood smear and some scattered feathers remained (sorry if anyone was eating while they read this!) and I couldn't seem to stop looking at the damn thing! Morbid fascination, watching backpackers swerve around the body in disgust and a few unfortunate people who weren't paying attention... you get the picture in far too much detail I'm sure!

And the most exciting thing we have done so far is to have my hair dreaded I said I'd do it and I've been true to my word and actually done it! It was an experience let's just say that. It was 400baht ($15 AU ish... a far cry different to the $hundred/s plus you pay at home unless you DIY), down from 800 so I think we did alright there , I even did the bargaining myself instead of getting Dylan to do it. It took 1.5 guys (sometimes one, sometimes two) about 2 and a half hours to do it. I started off on a little plastic stool, then after about half an hour was moved to a plastic chair with a back and half an hour after that I was graduated to a proper cushioned chair, there was clearly a seat hierarchy going on, the longer you'd been there the better seat you got as people left. My hair was back-combed then viciously woven in and out with what looked like a very small crochet hook very very fast and quite painfully. They're really tight! By the end of it I was just closing my eyes and waiting for the pain to fade, gentle is not the name of the game here, speed is of the essence. My scalp may never be the same ever again. Pictorial evidence will follow once we get the pics off the camera Personally I think I look silly but Dylan thinks otherwise. Since last night they have grown on me a bit so only time will tell to see how long they last. It was dreads or cut the damn hair off tho, I'm not a long haired person (despite having long hair for about 18 years) and it was driving me NUTS. So I embraced the hippy within, all I need now is to get fatter rings in my ears and a couple of tattoos and I'm set for life.

I don't know when the next post will be, I'll check this before we leave for Burma on boxing day but the availability of the Internet in Burma is a closed book at the moment, hopefully there will be some access so I can keep writing.Anyway, we'll leave it there for now, I'm absolutely starving hungry!

Penang 20-12-2005

Whoops, this one's a long one!

Well I'm amazed, it's been days in the news here and I've had not one worried email about the floods! Yep, a bit of water around about the Malaysian-Thai border may be putting a bit of dent in our plans, there are no trains running (some of the track has been washed away) and no buses (the road is well over a meter deep in water). A few dozen people dead, only 25'000 evacuated in M'sia alone, has this made the news in Oz or not? Even here we have a bit of news in the paper (which I buy for the sudoku puzzle, I've developed an obsession) about all this racial crap going on in Aus (wtf? people are people are people, who gives a rat's @rse about their background other than it making a person more interesting? ignorent arrogant pigs the whole lot of them, BOTH sides, BAH giving Australians a bad name ). So anyway, our only real option is to fly (Dylan is checking out flights as I type) and this means we have to go back to KL from Penang (no biggie, that's what buses are for) and fly to BKK from there. But hey, at least if we fly to TL we dont have to pay for a tourist visa (which quite frankly I think is a bit sneaky, to ping people crossing by land and not by air). And this is what travel insurance is for right? (dont burst my bubble on this one, we'll give it a whirl and see what happens, worry about it when we get back).

ADDED LATER: All booked! Flying to BKK from KL on Air Asia (the local version of Virgin Blue), very cheap, 23rd december about lunchish.

So anyway, large devestating and destructive bodies of water aside, where did we leave you last time?

Kuala Lumpur. We got rained on again and I'm happy to report that we actually made it INSIDE a real orchid garden . It was my idea of heaven, D's idea of Ho Hum, flowers everywhere. Even prettier was the hibiscus garden next door, I'm not big on hibiscuses (is that a word?) in general but it was a formal garden and very nicely laid out, plus it had shelter from the downpour. We gave the bird park a miss but did visit a butterfly house (which was nice enough although not riviting, buggers dont like to pose for photographs and all the really interesting green ones were way up high on the ceiling), we ate icecream.The aquarium was pretty good too, and better yet, half price after seven pm (was still more than our room, but at least that was together not each!). We never made it up inside the Petronas Towers as the tickets were all gone each time we tried, maybe next time, it's not going anywhere!

After KL we went to Melaka. We arrived late afternoon one day and did nothing but rest in our FAB guesthouse, very impressed for the money, amazingly neat and tidy, even had the plumbing INSIDE the bathroom walls and the toilet didn't get wet with every shower, what a novel idea. They also had a whole heap of trashy magazines, including Women's Day (The Aus version) which kept me absorbed for hours (the selection in general, Woman's Day itself took me about 5 minutes to flip through. Ate Tom Yum soup in a hawker stall 100 meters up the road and that was about as far as we got that day. Next day pressed for time (as usual) we went out to the bus station (moved from the location in the LP guide) and bought ourselves tickets to Penang on the overnight bus, wandered around the town for a bit and then went to see a movie (Aeon Flux...mmmm... I'd call it a DVD rental, I was more absorbed in my popcorn than the movie, the acting was a little flat ).Then we were out at the bus station (again, 3rd time in two days) eating curry and roti and waiting for our bus. Sooooo... the bus. What is it about buses that makes them so freaking freezing cold? I mean, just because you can switch the air con down to minus 20 degrees doesn't mean you HAVE to . I was all kitted up in my air-con bus outfit, long socks, long pants, long sleeved shirt over a top of a tee-shirt, sarong at hand to use as a blanket and I was STILL cold, like being in a fridge on wheels. I could have burnt off warts with the tip of my nose (now THERE'S an image). Apart from the cold it was still comfortable and I actually managed to doze after a while. About half an hour past KL and half past midnight as well the bus came to a smooth stop at the side of the road... and there we stayed. As far as I could tell there was absolutely nothing wrong with the bus, I mean, it sounded fine, the A/C was obviously in optimum condition and we hadn't run into anything but nevertheless there we stayed at the side of the busy highway. Eventually (like, maybe half an hour later ) another bus arrived and D and I were flapped busily onto it 'It's ok, same company!' Alrighty then! And so the Great Bus Swap occured. The new bus could have transported ice-creams in the space under the seats... why didn't I pack an emergency ski-suit? I didn't realise I could be risking hypothermia in a non-mountainous tropical asia. A few of our fellow passengers got onto the bus but some were left on the side of the road in discussion with the old driver while we drove off (shivering) into the night.

We arrived in Georgetown, Penang (or Pinang, or Panang depending on where you look) at about 430 this morning. We stayed in the bus station for a couple of hours drinking tea and coffee, and eating rice and anchovies out of little pyrimidal banana leaf and newspaper packets waiting for the sun to come up (most guesthouses wouldn't have been open at that time of day so we figured we were better off staying put).

After a false start leaving the bus station on foot (it's moved, Lonely Planet strikes again and this bus station didnt even look new! ) we went back and caught a taxi into town and found a place to stay in the touristy area. We wandered up and down the street for breakfast at 9am to find that hardly anywhere was open! Not even the chinese noodle places which tend to be packed by 630am usually. I guess tourists dont get up early (well, why would you if you were on holidays?) so the cafe staff get to sleep in.

We visited Choeng Fatt Tze Mansion/Museum which is an incredible chinese style house built 1800-and-something-or-other, lumped in with a big group of mostly chinese tourists, a few westeners and some very misbehaved children. The guide was a wealth of information who occasionally seemed to be channelling Choeng Fatt Tze himself by closing her eyes and talking in a monotone. At other times she was lively, glaring at the children and lecturing us all. She'd make a fabulous school teacher, the scary type. That aside it was an amazing house, traditonal Feng Shui at work (for the time, it all changes eventually), got some great ideas for our own house (just dreaming).So yep, that's about it. We'll be on the move again in a couple of days back to KL and then onto Thailand. Lot's more to see here, it's a cute town.

Kuala Lumpur 16-12-2005

I wasn't going to write an update but figured what the hell, it's the middle of the day and too hot and sticky to go wandering right now so sitting in an internet cafe in the airconditioning seems like a better option.This particular cafe is 'No Gamers' so for once I'm not being deafened by the sound of violent computer games (yep, I'm still stewing over the violence thing).

We are in Kuala Lumpur in Peninsula Malaysia now. We have already noticed one subtle change here from Borneo... the food is quite a bit hotter! Not quite needing to lunge for a bucket of water but definately feeling the bite of chilli and the old burning lips sensation we have been missing for so long.We are staying in China Town in an old colonial building with enormous windows (and a street light right outside unfortunately). Our room is very basic, yet another one with twin beds instead of a double and shared bathroom (spotless, yay!) but in the hallways and along the stairs and in just about every spare space of wall there is some quite amazing artworks on display which makes up for the twin beds. They also have free tea and coffee and the guys that run this place are far too cool, long haired and listening to reggee and old rock so overall this place (The village) has a nice feel to it.

Last night we caught the train out to KLCC station (Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre) where we ogled the Petronas Towers which looked like jewels in the night, we were thouraghly impressed even if it does come from oil money (BAH HUMBUG). We wandered through the shopping center between the towers feeling very daggy and broke (had just about every fashion brand name there you can imagine) and walked along what has to be the world'd longest corridor (felt like it anyway to tired feet) to find the aquarium where we are going tonight. Dylan will bemoan the cost I know (the entrance fee will be more than double the cost of our room, the mind boggles) but I've insisted. I love aquariums! And this one is very very new so it should be pretty cool (it better be anyway ).

We caught the train back to China Town and managed to get very lost for a good half an hour before we figured out where we were supposed to be, word of advice, NEVER trust a map in Lonely Planet, they have a nasty habit of leaving out quite significant roads, having them go on when they are in fact a dead end and just generally being misleading. So that's about it, soon we are going wandering to the bird park, butterfly and deer gardens, and the hibiscus and orchid gardens and they'd better be bloody open this time otherwise I'm going to get seriously annoyed!

Kuching 14-12-2005

Hello all.The last few days have been a bit of a non-event, but maybe everything is after our stay at Uncle Tan's. So I'll just write a bit of a run down over where we've been and what we have (and haven't) been doing.OK, so after our time in Brunei when we did almost nothing, our hotel lady organised for us to travel in a newspaper car to Miri, the first big town in Sarawak over the border. By newspaper car, I mean a nice plush car driven by a Chinese man called Richard which delivers newspapers to Brunei very early in the morning and then takes travellers back in the empty car afterwards, making a bit of extra cash on the side. It was about a dollar more than the bus would have cost and took 2.5 hours instead of 6 hours (and half a dozen bus changes), no contest really as to which one to choose! Miri was just another town, the only thing of note about it was that our windowless room turned out to be very very dusty, had a red light over the beds and two very suspiciously placed holes in the walls aimed towards the beds which we presume were peep holes and promptly plugged up with paper. There was also a line of ants in the bathroom and the TV was controlled from somewhere else as the channel kept changing unexpectedly! All this we could deal with OK as we got there in the afternoon and left before 6am in the morning but it was still all a little bit sordid. On the way to Sibu an woman ripped D off over the price of drinks, the old quote one price for the drinks and then say 'not enough money!'. Mildly irritating. Next town we wizzed through was Sibu which also had not a whole lot of note about it. Both Sibu and Miri have things to see outside the town but we just didn't have the time to spare. So Sibu, what's to tell about Sibu? They had a big fountain that verged on tasteful (apart from the coloured lights ), a big statue of a swan with all the 12 Chinese zodiac signs in life size concrete arranged around it. There was an enormous covered market with live chickens and ducks wrapped in newspaper with the heads and feet sticking out either end. We ate some very ordinary satays (and they were expensive considering they were crap). There was a nice Chinese temple on the water front where we rested for a while waiting for our boat. Then there was our hotel room... or rather the midnight entertainment there (nothing to note about the actual room, it was a drastic improvement over the previous one). We were woken around midnight by the sound of a man shouting. Actually shouting would be putting it mildly, ranting and raving would be more accurate description. He was screaming what could only be abuse and obscenities (I would have loved to know what he was actually saying, maybe it was just 'I've lost my keys and can't get in') and thumping with all his might on some of the doors. He paced up and down the corridor screaming, pausing only to bang on the doors again or spit loudly on the floor. After a while he went outside where we could still hear him yelling and spitting and then he was back inside again. We could hear other people talking to him through the doors but this had no effect except to make him more irate. Then he was back outside again and the manager closed and locked the metal gate across the stairs so instead of banging on the doors, he was now rattling the gate like some enraged beast. After a while though the gates were unlocked (why I do not understand) and again he was back pacing the hallway. This time his friends (?) yelled back ('shut up man!') making for quite a racket. In Australia you would have called the police by now to take him away for a night in the cells to cool off (sober up? come down?), maybe things work differently here.Then he was gone and we went back to sleep. In the morning we were talking and we realised a couple of things that our drowsy minds had not, one: that its' very unusual for anyone here to make such a fuss (they shout a lot, but not like this, presumably he was drunk or high), and two: that we'd lain there in the middle of the night just wishing he'd be quiet and go away, no surprise, no shock at all, no nothing but amusement.So yep, that was Sibu The boat ride to Kuching was OK, lots of people threw up noisily but I had the mini-disk on and the ear plugs in so that was tolerable. Intermittently we could smell the bathroom which was not so tolerable. And totally intolerable was the movies we watched. Never in my life have I seen such violence on screen, we watched Combat Soldier, I couldn't hear any dialogue, just gunshots. A man was blown apart and then most awful was the scene of a woman getting raped. After that I stared out the window or at my knees. Can someone please explain to me how in this country (and other Asian countries) swearing, nudity and sex are absolutely not on but hideously graphic violence is perfectly OK? I realise in Australia we are shielded from a lot of that on our screens but this was way overboard. The boat was full of children, granted most of them were completely ignoring the TVs but for the couple who weren't I wouldn't want to be their parents trying to explain the rape scene. How in the hell are we supposed to make our planet a more peaceful one if this crap gets shown all over the world? It was an American movie, not that that makes a whole lot of difference. The whole thing made me so mad.Sorry, launched into a bit of a diatribe there. Does anyone want to defend a pro-violence stance here? Go on, I dare you.OK so after all that we were finally in Kuching, meaning 'cat'. To illustrate the point there are numerous cat statues scattered around the city, some funny blobby concrete ones with wire whiskers and some more classy sleek brass ones. The souvenir shops are filled with catty paraphernalia, key rings, door stops, earrings, wooden statues and assorted trinkets. There's quite a lot of very cool wooden and brass bits and pieces too making me lament the size of my bag and the cost of postage home.We finally found a cafe selling fruit salad some of you will be happy to hear, we had our most expensive meal ever there but the fruit salad made it completely worth it, we scoffed a huge plate of pineapple, melon and papaya, dipping pieces into a dish of sugar and salt with toothpicks. We've also found a couple of vegetarian places and have managed to go two whole entire days without meat so far, a nice change.We walked for ages to find an orchid garden which turned out to be closed and in the middle of a construction site. We seem to have a knack of choosing places to visit a long walk away which are closed. We got caught in a rainstorm out the front and waited out the rain under a pavilion with the construction workers, one of which was quite young but had hardly any teeth. We also visited a couple of museums, including an Islamic one with some ancient pieces (including a 3000 year old bowl) and some beautiful art. We've made trips across the river in tambangs (little covered boats) sponsored by Lipton and painted in lurid yellows. Tomorrow we fly to Western M'sia and Kuala Lumpur, don't really know what to expect, will it be the same or different to Borneo?Well for someone who hasn't done a whole lot recently I sure had a lot to say! Hope it didn't get too boring.

Hello all, Feeling a little uninspired ATM, think I'm just a little too hot and sticky today.

We arrived in the main port of Brunei - Muara - yesterday, it's only 25km from Bandar Seri Begawan (BSB). We caught a bus into town and then another one from town to the hotel we planned to stay at which is a few km out to the east. It's cheap by Brunei standards, only B$30 a night (which is a little less in AU dollars) and has a very friendly proprietress full of (slightly misleading) information. Last night she told us about a lookout nearby, 'only 10 minutes'. Sure. 10 minutes.Try 20 minutes up flight of stairs to the first lookout with a good view (and a snake).

We decided to keep on walking up the hill to the second lookout and lets just say it was a bloody long way and there were lots and lots of steps. The path looped around and then went back down the hill to the first stop...I counted 770 steps from the second point. We and our temporary travelling companions (a UK couple called John and Tanya) were shattered by the end of it but dragged up the energy to catch a water taxi to a night market in town after a stop off at the hotel for a shower.

The taxi was fabulous fun, they're little pointy wooden boats with an outboard engine. The drivers stand up in the back and shine a spotlight into the darkness so they don't run into any other taxis or the houses packed into the river. From the city we begun to walk the '15 minutes' (closer to half an hour) trying to find this mysterious night market where everything was 'only 1 dollar' (try $1-$6) where once we finally located it we had a fabulous dinner of crab (took us ages to eat that one) noodles, fried chicken and rice. I had a bizarre very pink milk drink with bits of jelly and corn floating in it. It was quite nice but a bit too sweet and artificial tasting for me to get it again.

We powered back off into the darkness to our hotel in another water taxi and slept the sleep of the dead in our air-conditioning.This morning after yet another curry breakfast (I'm dying for a fruit salad or something light for breakfast already) and frothy tea (much to Dylan's disgust, he's been trying to order a frothy tea/coffee for days with no success, hehehe ) we headed off to see the Brunei Museum which our hotel lady assured us was only a 20 minute walk up the road. Half an hour later we stopped to look a 16th century sultan's tomb which was more run down than I expected, but deserted apart from a group of monkeys crashing around in the trees. I liked it nonetheless (love that half lost feel), I especially enjoyed the desk, 2 office chairs and filing cabinet right next to the tomb (what does the dead need with paperwork?). Then we powered on for another 15 minutes in the heat and sun only to find the world renowned museum was closed for renovations. I felt distinctly underwhelmed by the amazing sights inside. Then back to the city via bus and a long lunch in a little cafe with no less than 18 fans blasting away from the roof (what would use more power I wonder? 1 air conditioner or 18 fans?) while we waited for the 4:30-5:00 slot allocated to tourists to look at the mosque in the center of town.

We also walked around Kampung Ayer, the water village (it's enormous) strung our along Sungai/River Brunei. It's very cool looking from a distance but up close it's set in a sea of mud and tonnes and tonnes of rubbish. How does a country as wealthy as this have an area like that? Kampung Ayer is the history of this place, once upon a time Brunei was almost ALL on the river. It was odd to see after everywhere has been spotless and gleaming.

By the time 430 finally arrived we wandered up to the doors of the mosque to discover...you guessed it, 'closed to non-Muslims today'. It wouldn't bug me but we only have one day here and so far all we've achieved is a sunburn.So that's been the last two days. Lots and lots of walking, a bit of disappointment, and overheating and winding up in half empty shopping centers to cool off eating ice creams. Cheers guys