He was a character, this one.
I was at loose ends in Kuching, Sarawak, in Borneo. I'd been planning to go see proboscis monkeys in Bako National Park, but yesterday I'd learned that there was a water shortage at the park, so no overnights were allowed, and the monkeys didn't come out in the heat of the day.
I went to take a bus to Sarawak Cultural Centre but I missed it by minutes, so I wandered about aimlessly. I tried to get an Ice Blended at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, only to learn that the local branch had closed. Boo-hoo! I'd whizzed right by the Singapore Airport branch knowing I'd find one here.
I was extremely early for the next bus.
I met another traveler on the bus, a British woman who had just finished working in Bahrain. She made me laugh with her story of attending a barbecue in the desert during her first two weeks there and ending up under arrest for suspected devil-worship.
At the cultural center, we checked out longhouses and dance performances. These were all hokey, sure, but also kind of sweet and genuine.
We tried the blow gun game, and I hit the target on my second try. But alas, no one presented me with a stuffed bear of toy orangutan.
I wandered back to town in the afternoon, to watch a regatta along the river and laze about in the afternoon sun.