Kuching is the capital of the east Malaysian state of Sarawak, i.e. part of Malaysian Borneo. I'd never heard of the place until a few weeks ago, but judging by the number of tourists, i was in the minority. After being delayed in KL, I eventually arrive here - here is a bus with a 'no spitting' sign and a hotel room warning me not to bring durian into my room. I don't know who durian is, but i do know a fruit that smells like rotting feet, i avoid at all costs, and it's banned by several airlines. Why do Asians like extremes and yet profess not to: Confucius/Taoism/Buddhism versus super spicy/very loud/extremely smelly?!
Kuching is a real surprise: paved promenades, flowing fountains, pretty parks, better than mediocre museums, modern malls, cinemas and coffee shops and an overall quaintness. I meet what i think are Malays, Chinese, Indians, Singaporeans, Westerners and Orang Ulus, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus and Animists. Is this really 'no-mans' land, simple and rural, deepest darkest Borneo where the jungle is king? It's not what i expected...but i like it. A visit to the Islamic museum made me laugh. It's a really nice building but a sign there claims that Islam was not spread with the sword...the crusades were just a picnic outing too.