Locky JonnsMy New Home of Kuching
March 12th 2008 14:10
The trip from Melbourne to Kuching here was a pretty painful. I hate airports and planes at the best of times but Thursday morning after literally 12 minutes sleep I was feeling as fresh as a sex worker the morning after a V8 supercar event. I knew I had to change ‘terminals’ in Kuala Lumpur but that apparently means get a bus 45 minutes to the other side in of the city.
It appeared the driver forgot he was driving a bus and thought he was driving his fully sick commodore trying to pick up chicks. Every round about he got the bus sideways on the soggy Kuala Lumpur Roads and I was almost shitting myself. Lucky I wasn’t actually shitting myself because public toilets cost about $3 and that entitles you to a closed door, a empty bucket and a piece of hose that’s connected to a another bucket. If there are any engineering PhD’s who can tell me how that works??
We checked out the Paduanag Rd last night and despite my new roomie, Tom not being able to remember I assured him we had a great time and met a whole bunch of new people. The main reason he can’t remember is because we ordered ‘Chivas Regal and coke’. The staff at Mojo directed us towards a table. We sat down and they placed a bottle of Chivas, a 2 liter coke and an ice bucket with 2 glasses in it. What was intended to be a quite drink turned something quite different.
The people here in Kuching act like they have never seen any white people before. They just stare and are always just amazed that white people actually exist. Kuching is a really pretty spot but has minimal tourists which makes us ‘Ung mongs’ a rarity. So in our state combined with the other late night beverage consumers amazement we managed to dance & chat with basically everyone one in the whole club.
There are two commission housing style apartment buildings next door to us and there is basketball court in the middle which is now known as ‘the hood’ due to it looking like the court in NBA street jam. Tom and I bought a ball and started shooting. After 10 minutes about 8 young guys walked out, all in these crazy uniforms. They are a group called the lion den. We started playing basketball against them and all the people from the apartment buildings came out on their balconies and cheering for the locals. It would have been a lot more fun if Tom and I had some basketballing ability and these guys weren’t destined for professional leagues. We played until Tom started suffering from this Malay disease called ‘Ihadabendalastnite’ and spewed up chivas regal and coke on the court. After 20 minutes we lost about 7kg each though perspiration whilst the lion den didn’t even break a sweat.
It appeared the driver forgot he was driving a bus and thought he was driving his fully sick commodore trying to pick up chicks. Every round about he got the bus sideways on the soggy Kuala Lumpur Roads and I was almost shitting myself. Lucky I wasn’t actually shitting myself because public toilets cost about $3 and that entitles you to a closed door, a empty bucket and a piece of hose that’s connected to a another bucket. If there are any engineering PhD’s who can tell me how that works??
We checked out the Paduanag Rd last night and despite my new roomie, Tom not being able to remember I assured him we had a great time and met a whole bunch of new people. The main reason he can’t remember is because we ordered ‘Chivas Regal and coke’. The staff at Mojo directed us towards a table. We sat down and they placed a bottle of Chivas, a 2 liter coke and an ice bucket with 2 glasses in it. What was intended to be a quite drink turned something quite different.
The people here in Kuching act like they have never seen any white people before. They just stare and are always just amazed that white people actually exist. Kuching is a really pretty spot but has minimal tourists which makes us ‘Ung mongs’ a rarity. So in our state combined with the other late night beverage consumers amazement we managed to dance & chat with basically everyone one in the whole club.
There are two commission housing style apartment buildings next door to us and there is basketball court in the middle which is now known as ‘the hood’ due to it looking like the court in NBA street jam. Tom and I bought a ball and started shooting. After 10 minutes about 8 young guys walked out, all in these crazy uniforms. They are a group called the lion den. We started playing basketball against them and all the people from the apartment buildings came out on their balconies and cheering for the locals. It would have been a lot more fun if Tom and I had some basketballing ability and these guys weren’t destined for professional leagues. We played until Tom started suffering from this Malay disease called ‘Ihadabendalastnite’ and spewed up chivas regal and coke on the court. After 20 minutes we lost about 7kg each though perspiration whilst the lion den didn’t even break a sweat.
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