2010-07-25

National Parks near Kuching, Part II

Arriving Bako was a small challenge of course. First to find the bus (and arguing with some taxi drivers about the price) and then the 1 hours ride to the Park Headquarters and then the exhilarating boat ride (47Rm)to the park itself. I was lucky to get Andy as a companion from the Headquarters and share the boat with me. I was feeling miserable when I arrived and Andy did his best to cheer me up.

The arrival at the Park was hot and the reception where we got our keys was kinda messy. Felt more like the personnel were not really coping with the amount of visitors there was during the days. This was also seen in the hostels. It was incredibly hot on our room (there were 2 fans, but still) and the windows need to be closed because of the nasty monkeys. Also, the room of four beds was filthy. I don´t know when it was cleaned the last time, the floor was black and the previous guests had left a huge amount of trash (empty water bottles, tissues, paper) under the beds. The toilets were malfunctioning and the showers were gross. During my trip, this had been the only time I had been upset about the filth. The 2 Canadian French girls I shared the room with were making my mood better, as well as Andy, Anna, Greg and Dounglas and others later on. I owe them big time!

Anna told us later that on arrival she did not get any information about the monkeys, or anything else for that matter. The macaques were the worse. they knew when there was just the right amount of people at the canteen, and then they stroke. Even if Andy was starting to be very qualified with the slingshot the canteen personnel used to scare the monkeys off. The problem with the monkeys was simply the ignorance- the day visitors thought monkeys were cute, started taking pictures and became easy targets with their snacks and water bottles in plastic bags in their hands.

Also, some people would have appreciated the info about really needing GOOD TREKKING SHOES around the park. We saw far too many day trippers wearing only flip flops, and that was just not healthy. Water was also needed more than average, because the heat was almost unbearable at some points. 1 liter per one hour, at least.

So, the overall view of the Park facilities and information was not too impressing. But the walks were! A massive amount of plants, wild flowers, various landscapes from mangrove forest to "moon scene" was present. The walks were well marked and one had to write down the track where one went indicating both leaving time and arrival to the facilities. The night walk was also a nice thing, but the groups tend to be a bit too big. The walk that I took part was a bit uninteresting because it was too hot, and the animals were deep in the forest. Andy told that the previous night walk had been more than excellent. I was not complaining because I had a nice chat with our guide.

When the temperature dropped, the proboscis monkeys arrived to the facilities and made it a joy for everyone.

2010-07-05

Kuching recommendations

It is a beautiful morning after along night rain in Kuching. I am sitting at the airport Starbucks, having my morning coffee and feeling incredibly lucky to have been in this city. Definitely, I will come back. As I am too exited about my flights home, I`ll just leave you with a lists of recommendations about some stuff I forgot before.

The airport is buzzing with the participants of the Rainforest Interhash and event I had never heard in my life before this. The hashers arrive around the world with their own clubs to run, and drink beer afterwards (the drinking club with a running problem) and seem to be very familiar, friendly and most groups wanted to adopt me immediately. Funny though, they have their own hash-names for the event, it is discouraged to use ones own real name.

The Constitution of the Hash House Harriers is recorded on a club registration card dated 1950:
-To promote physical fitness among our members
-To get rid of weekend hangovers
-To acquire a good thirst and to satisfy it in beer
-To persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel

Apparently Hash events are a South East Asia thing, started as far as in 1938 in Kuala Lumpur by a group of blokes.

Ok. Back to the recommendations.

Books

The Help by Kathryn Stockett
Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby (the same guy who wrote High Fidelity)

For the rest of the trip I decided to buy the John Irwing´s latest one "Last night on Twisted River", trusting that his charm will kick in this time as well. Then I bought also the new "traveller bible" after Life of Pi has been read over, Aravind Adiga´s "White Tiger". I have seen it now in the hands of many packbackers, so, I will have a go.

And whoever hangs around Green HIll in Kuching could go to test these places;
Aha Organic, an organinc cooking restaurant, VERY GOOD FOOD.
The Junk, restaurant, EXTREMELY GOOD FOOD.
Black Bean coffee, my place to have THE coffee in the mornings

2010-07-03

Weird animals



Bako and some other thoughs

After spending some days again in the rain forest, I have been thinking too much. My head feels like it´s exploding or heated up and partly I feel like the bottle of sparkling water that I bought today; the cap had been open, and all I got was not even a sound when I cracked the cork.

Do people care about people?
What keeps someone from helping each other?
When was the last time you helped someone without asking?
How come it is so hard to help strangers nowadays?
Do I have any friends anymore, who might help me, when I get in trouble in Finland?

In Bako National Park I had enough time to observe the visitors, and I started feeling better, from my last depression on the day I arrived. I can certainly say, that I hate the fat older people that complain about everything and wear their face upsidedown all the time, no matter what happens..and also complain if they do not see any animals next to the information center,just because they´re too lazy to walk further...or that who does not even look at your direction when it comes to sharing a boat or a van to get to civilization. AND I was happy to find people who with I can share my feelings now, when I hourly closer to the date I am leaving the country and arriving to my own..that is going to feel like a foreign to me, again. That is also very depressing.

It seems that most of the people at home, or who never have been traveling, does not understand the mixed feelings at all. Most of them do think this is just holiday, but the truth is that one has to be prepared every day to new challenges...even going out to have a breakfast can be a struggle in its own way. Not to mention the information gathering, booking tickets, getting all sorted out etc. And in the end it is a huge job. And then there´s all questions.

What is the reason for you to stay home or to travel?