Kuching, The Fishing Fleet
First full day in Kuching, hot and humid at about 33 degrees and determined to find a decent place to eat. This looks rather good, stumbling upon the Maharajah Indian Cuisine cafe - cheap, cheerful and delicious, Indian flat bread and dal for breakfast. Two immediate choices to make now, follow the river to the right or take the left path. Right seems to be heading out of town while left looks to be heading into all the action - the hubbub of city life.
To the right then, beside a rather murky polluted Sarawak River. Grassy wastelands holding the odd ramshackle dwelling overshadowed by a housing block. Some strewn garbage, yes the Malays fly tip aswell! The aroma of rotting fish fills the air here, well, fish anyway and the smell isn't pleasant but bearable. A fishing fleet moored up here, unloading their catch directly into the small market - about a dozen stalls with about the same in fish variety, plenty of flies taking the opportunity of a free feed!. No frantic activity, no fish wives yelling or screeching, just a gentile relaxed pace of life if a little bit on the smelly side. A ramshackle jetty, looks about to collapse anytime, talk about walking the plank - as good as! An empty market place here, quite a modern structure on 2 levels. On investigation all the action starts around 2am and is over by 10am, just as most tourists are thinking about what to do this fine day! Better turn back since there doesn't appear anymore to see beyond the fishing fleet, just a rather plain and uninteresting part of suburbia with a few demolition projects lined up and no food courts or street cafes, yet!
First full day in Kuching, hot and humid at about 33 degrees and determined to find a decent place to eat. This looks rather good, stumbling upon the Maharajah Indian Cuisine cafe - cheap, cheerful and delicious, Indian flat bread and dal for breakfast. Two immediate choices to make now, follow the river to the right or take the left path. Right seems to be heading out of town while left looks to be heading into all the action - the hubbub of city life.
To the right then, beside a rather murky polluted Sarawak River. Grassy wastelands holding the odd ramshackle dwelling overshadowed by a housing block. Some strewn garbage, yes the Malays fly tip aswell! The aroma of rotting fish fills the air here, well, fish anyway and the smell isn't pleasant but bearable. A fishing fleet moored up here, unloading their catch directly into the small market - about a dozen stalls with about the same in fish variety, plenty of flies taking the opportunity of a free feed!. No frantic activity, no fish wives yelling or screeching, just a gentile relaxed pace of life if a little bit on the smelly side. A ramshackle jetty, looks about to collapse anytime, talk about walking the plank - as good as! An empty market place here, quite a modern structure on 2 levels. On investigation all the action starts around 2am and is over by 10am, just as most tourists are thinking about what to do this fine day! Better turn back since there doesn't appear anymore to see beyond the fishing fleet, just a rather plain and uninteresting part of suburbia with a few demolition projects lined up and no food courts or street cafes, yet!
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