Baleh River Trip

On the fifth day, after the usual start, we have one trip planned by a special Express Boat, starting at nine o’clock. The Express Boats we’ve seen before have had an enclosed cabin and glazed windows. But the Express Boat that ties up on our port side has the usual window cut-outs but no glazing –and no roof! Instead of the normal welded steel roof, there are a series of round steel arches supporting sheets of white plastic securely held in place. It actually looks quite suitable as a ‘day trip’ boat. There are no seats on the boat so, once again, two rows of rattan chairs are placed back-to-back down the long cabin and we all troop on board.

As we head upstream towards the confluence of the two rivers, we pass on the left an opencast coal mine. Yesterday, a massive barge with its attendant tug was being loaded but that’s already departed to go upstream and the coal being gouged from the hillside today was passing through the Screens and being discharged via a conveyor into a huge, conical pile. A further two conveyors are arranged so that, as required, the coal stack can be transferred to a barge.

A large timber barge, with its attendent tugboat, at a logging camp on the Baleh River.

At the confluence, we turned right into the Baleh River and passed through impressive jungle scenery with periodic logging camps and longhouses. The amount of logging activity is amazing – it’s supposed to be sustainable forestry these days with Government control to ensure re-planting. The majority of the Longhouses we saw were modern. We rarely saw individual houses or traditional, old wooden Longhouses. We passed one big sawmill with the finished product – constructional timber - being loaded onto timber carrying cargo boats. A few yards upstream, a longboat with an outboard was being loaded with a few pieces of timber, for some local building project I imagined.

Most of the Longhouses were either completely new sites with manicured gardens leading down to the river with impressive concrete entrance steps or what appeared to be modernised Longhouses on a traditional site, with various surviving outbuildings of traditional wood construction.

There are lots of pictures taken during the cruising here.

Arriving at Mujong, there was clearly a mixture of old and new buildings. The Methodists built a chapel here in 1959 and added a primary school. Much expanded, the school survives today and we disembarked for a visit.

Young pupils at Mujong Primary School

Primary schools are boarding from Monday to Saturday, presumably at least partly because of the distances children have to travel to school in country areas. We assembled in the school canteen and were addressed by the schools head teacher who was dressed in grey trousers, white shirt and tie secured by a tie-clip which doubled as a name badge. All the male teachers dress smartly as an example to the pupils. We looked at the dormitories used by the children and some empty classrooms. Although we met some children in and around the school, we didn’t go into any of the classes being held. Pictures around the school are here.

Crossing the football field, we came to a number of wooden houses and the Medical Clinic. Only minor operations are carried out here and there are a couple of treatment areas with examination couches. All the rooms have been furnished in modern style with wooden workstations, each provided with a computer screen. The patient waiting room was not in use whilst we were there, but it was provided with a large flat-screen television. We talked with the doctor-in-charge and he told us a little about the work of the clinic. It appeared that no expense had been spared in equipping the centre. I’m ashamed to say that I was expecting something a little more third-world in the middle of Borneo. There are a few pictures of the Clinic here.

We returned to our soft-top Express Boat and carried on upstream past more logging camps and more modern Longhouses. Whilst we had been looking around Mujong, our boat had taken the ‘Pandaw’ staff and lunch provisions upstream to the site for our picnic lunch, set on a sandy beach on the inside of a bend in the river. When we reached the site, we could see all the preparations which had been made but we paused only to drop off the Purser, Neville, after which we continued upstream to look at two wrecked cargo vessels fairly close together with, in each case, part of the bow exposed.

One of the two wrecks we saw in a treacherous part of the Baleh River

Having been suitably impressed with the sight of the damage that the river water had done, we looped around the upstream wreck and continued back to our picnic place. The sun was hot, the sand was golden and the food was excellent.

It was odd that cargo boats and the occasional express boat were passing noisily a few tens of feet from us but nobody seemed to noticee and I think everybody enjoyed the meal. Part of the food had been cooked using the traditional Iban-style bamboo pot cooking. I found it very tasty. The boat driver let me walk along the deck of our waiting boat to take some pictures in the engine room (included in the collection here).

When everybody had had their fill, we all clambered aboard for the journey back to ‘Pandaw’. We’d brought a fair bit of sand from the beach back on board and the crew collected our shoes for cleaning, clipping a peg bearing the cabin number onto each pair of shoes to avoid mix-ups. Shortly afterwards, ‘Pandaw’ set off downstream whilst the passengers relaxed. A little later, the sky darkened and we had a fierce downpour which lasted for some time, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

On the way upstream, we’d passed by the village of Song without stopping but, this time, we docked. It was already almost dark but a few of us arranged to go for a short walk before the Briefing and Dinner. We got as far as the Chinese Temple where a number of young men were practicing on a temple drum and cymbals. They were good. It amused me that the drum was transported on a four-wheel truck. With a small audience of foreigners, the good-natured young people got out the Dragon Costume and two of them did an unscheduled Dragon Dance for us. Pictures at Song Temple are here.

I’d been invited to join my new friends Richard and Alison for dinner, because it was Richard’s birthday. After a splendid meal, the lights went out and the restaurant staff brought in a birthday cake as we sang happy birthday.

Amazingly, there was still one more item on the evening’s schedule. The Sun Deck had been cleared and chairs moved back, leaving a performance area covered with two patterned carpets. A group of young people from the town performed a number of traditional dances for us. They were attired in marvellous brightly-coloured traditional dress which made a wonderful spectacle. See pictures. At the end, the passengers were invited onto the floor to join the dancing. The Group’s Dancing Master, in Western dress, invited me to join him. I stayed on deck to watch the dancers leave and then went straight to bed.

Pelagus Rapids

This is the fourth day of the cruise and the pattern of life on board has become familiar and agreeable. Early Risers’ Coffee and Tea is available self-service from the Saloon Bar on the Sun Deck from 6.0 a.m., a wide range of items is available buffet-style in the Restaurant on the Main Deck from 7.0 a.m. Although it’s self-service, there are always a number of attentive and friendly waiters to bring tea or coffee, arrange refills, provide cooked items to your choice from a menu, and clear away used items promptly. Like all meals on ‘Pandaw’, breakfast is an informal, sociable time.

Boarding the Cargo Boat for transfer to the 'Jungle Walk'

It’s an 8.00 a.m. start this morning for the ’Jungle Walk’. A small cargo boat has berthed alongside to take us ashore. These craft are steel-construction, all-welded where most of the length is a single cargo hold with a small wheelhouse at the rear. This rather basic boat has been imaginatively adapted for use as our ferry by adding steel steps allowing passengers to climb into the hold from the foredeck. I presume a floor has been fitted, but it’s covered by either thick P.V.C. sheeting or the gaily-patterned vinyl sold as a floor covering for domestic use. Bench seats have been added along the length of the hold on either side and that’s it! We climb aboard and only a handful of passengers remain on board ‘Pandaw’. We set off upstream and draw level with Kapit, on the starboard side, after a few minutes sailing. But we turn towards the port river bank, where a hillside covered in rain forest stretches down to the water’s edge. The boat enters a tiny inlet shaded by branches and gently nuzzles the bank. The ‘Pandaw’ crew then rig a gangplank from the foredeck to the bank at a spot where a series of steps have been cut into the hillside, with rope handrails arranged on either side to assist the climb. This trek has been built by Pandaw, specifically for use by Pandaw passengers, with periodic resting places and bamboo bridges. There are two treks, one of 2.5 hours with Louis and, for the less fit, an easier trek of 1.5 hours with Henry.

I happen to be first off the boat, so I lead the way to the first resting place, about 200 yards ahead. The first pitch is mainly steps and the rope handrails are fairly essential to haul yourself up. Once everyone has arrived at the first resting place and Louis has made some explanation of the exotic vegetation around us, we carry on to the second resting place, re-group, then continue again. Occasionally, the track is muddy as it winds across the hillside providing a sometimes easy, sometimes challenging trek. Looking around, you could imagine yourself miles from civilisation but, in fact, the bustling town of Kapit is only two or three hundred yards away across the river and the noises from the town and, especially, from the express boats waft across to us. With the forest canopy for shade, I don’t find it too hot but, like my companions, I’m perspiring freely. After about 130 minutes, we’ve looped around to the first resting place and then we have the final descent on the steps leading back to the waiting boat. Our cargo boat, with its precious human cargo, then takes us back to the moored ‘Pandaw’ in plenty of time for lunch. Pictures of the 'Jungle Walk' are here.

In the afternoon, a further excursion had been arranged with the cargo boat. A number of rattan chairs had been arranged in two rows along the centre of the cargo hold, facing outwards. A large plastic sheet had been rigged as an awning over the hold. Once we were all on board, we headed north to the confluence of two rivers, the Pelagus on our left and the Baleh on our right. By this time, they’d rigged the gangplank as a temporary seat across the foredeck and I was one of the people who moved to this position. It was a wonderful vantage point. We passed a number of logging camps and various Longhouse communities. The buildings were very modern, in complete contrast with the 1880 traditional Longhouse we’d visited in Kapit. Thick rain forest came right to the water’s edge on both sides which reminded me of the the Mekong in Laos. Then the waters became troubled – whirlpools and vortices appeared. To make headway, the boat was zig-zagging across the complex currents – at one moment heading straight for the left bank and a few moments later pointing at the right bank. I spotted a modern looking building on the left which was clearly the Pelagus Rapids Resort and shortly afterwards the water became very turbulent.

The engine noise increased as it attempted to propel our boat through the surging water – it really appeared that the boat was going uphill. We emerged into somewhat quieter water but two more times we traversed further rapids. The boat was turned around and speed picked up as we were carried by the current. By this time, I was alone on the foredeck and thoroughly enjoying myself. Once clear of the rapids, we retraced our steps as it started to rain but I stayed where I was for a while. The other passengers in the hold seemed to be getting quite wet as well, because the rain was driving at us almost horizontally. Umbrellas were handed out but the fierce wind damaged a number of them. Henry, seeing the series of ‘Pandaw’ umbrellas deployed all over the cargo hold commented that it looked as if we were growing mushrooms. In addition, the weight of rainwater was causing the temporary roof sheet to sag and crew and passengers were attempting to discharge this water by lifting the roof sheet with brooms or similar objects. Eventually, I decided that I was wet enough so I climbed down into the hold and discovered that, if I tucked myself into the very corner of the hold, with an open umbrella above and to the side of me, most of the rain missed me. By the time we arrived at the ‘Pandaw’, we were a pretty wet bunch but I think everybody entered into the spirit of the occasion. After a shower and a change of clothes, I felt fairly human again. Pictures of our trip are here.

The day concluded with cocktails, briefing for the next day and, this time, a ‘Rainforest Dinner’. This comprised a spicy wild fern salad with balsamic scallops and lemon grass followed by radish soup with fresh basil leaves. Each table was served with plates of all three main courses, allowing diners to mix-and-match. There was pan-fried fresh Dory river fish with lime gherkin sauce, grilled beef with calamansi chili sauce and steamed rice and, finally, baked chicken leg with steamed rice, pineapple and turmeric sauce. Dessert was advertised as Rainforest Sago Pudding. After a good dinner and good conversation, I was happy to retire at about 10.30 p.m.

Kapit

Onto the top deck for early morning tea about half past six today. At seven o'clock, the anchors were raised and we set off upstream to Kapit. There are a few pictures here. Quite a few people floated up to the top deck and there was a lot of discussion before we trooped downstairs for breakfast. After about two hours sailing we moored again, in sight of Kapit.

First view of Kapit as 'Pandaw' approaches the town

The fastest and noisiest vessels on the river are the Express Boats which roar up and down all day. We were told that we’d be using an express boat to transfer to the town and at about nine o’clock one of these improbable-looking vessels came alongside. These craft are long and thin, loooking something like an aircraft without wings. I’ve seen a similar design in use on the Yangtse River in China. We boarded through a hatch just behind the tiny cockpit. for the boat driver. The front cabin is first class and has ‘two plus two’ seating and, at the front, a modern plasma screen which can show videos. I didn’t get a chance to look at the second cabin which extends astern as far as the engine room. Since we were only going a few hundred yards to the new landing stage at Kapit, we didn’t get to experience the effect at speed with the engine screaming but, with journeys of around four hours non-stop common, it must be a bit wearing! There are a few pictures of Express Boats here.

Disembarking from the Express Boat at Kapit Landing Stage

We disembarked, in the rain, at the landing stage and walked along the waterfront, marvelling at the range of activities with goods coming off boats large and small at the various jetties. I saw a coffin standing at the edge on one pier whilst a group of men, in ordinary clothes, manoevred a wooden longboat into position. I wasn’t able to see them load the coffin, but it must have been a tricky operation.

A little further on, we came to another Brookes-era fort – Fort Sylvia, built in 1890 by Rajah Charles Brooke and now in use as a museum. These Forts were built to prevent the Iban tribe moving up-river and fighting the Orang Ulu people. There were some interesting artefacts on display and an interesting series of old photographs illustrating the complex history of the area.

Another short walk in the rain took us to a large, modern building a small part of which was in use as a town museum. There was another interesting display of artefacts used by the various communities, including Malay and the Chinese immigrants who did so much to develop commerce. There were a number of wall panels describing education, hospitals, civil works, electrification and other aspects of the infrastructure. Unfortunately, most of this information was made up twenty years ago and did not appear to have been updated since so it didn’t give an accurate idea of modern Kapit.

It was still raining as we made our way to the town centre and the modern market building where we split-up to explore the area on our own. The ground floor was the typical bewildering array of fish, meat, fruit and vegetables all sold from the ground on temporary pitches whilst the first floor had permanent stalls with shoes, clothes, fabrics and household goods. A number of coffee shops and shop units were located on the first floor. I noticed an insurance broker and a number of ladies’ hairdressers.

By this time, the rain had virtually stopped so I walked round the Chinese Temple next to the market hall and then I did a circuit of the town. In addition to all the shops, there were lots of offices and apartments, all fairly modern and, inevitably, built of reinforced concrete. It’s not the most elegant of building materials but its use has made possible the development of buildings of a size and convenience previously impossible, particularly in relatively un-developed areas. My pictures of Kapit are here.

We all met up at the landing stage at ten to twelve and re-boarded our Express Boat for the short journey back to Pandaw and lunch.

The trip was now getting more intensive and, at three oclock, we went ashore again on a different Express Boat. This time, a fleet of about eight minibuses had been provided for our journey by road to an Iban Long House. We drove, in convoy, out of the town on a road which was initially quite good but then the road surface became completely broken up and the buses were going from one side of the road to the other trying to find a reasonable track. After about half an hour, we spotted a long, wooden Longhouse nestling on a steep hillside and we pulled up in a compound surrounded by dilapidated wooden garages housing various cars and motor bikes. We were separated from the Longhouse by a river and the access was via a suspension bridge which I thought great fun. For those of a nervous disposition, a small detour led to a modern steel bridge which had been provided in connection with a project to build a completely new Longhouse. I am assured that Longhouses continue to be built because people like the community-style living.

Steep concrete steps led to the original Longhouse, raised above the ground on a forest of wooden poles. Wooden steps led up to ‘main street’, the open walkway between the two long wooden ‘sheds’ on either side forming the living and working accommodation. On entering, each visitor was invited to take a spoonful of beaten egg from the Chief’s son, who was in traditional dress, and deliberately pour it onto the ground as a ritual to bring fertility. This is an animist culture.

Inside, we passed a storage area for rice before being seated around a clear area with a number of musicians already playing gongs and a drum. Once we were all seated in the sweltering heat of the room, the dignified looking chief, in T-shirt and shorts, made a welcoming speech which Louis translated. Ritual offerings of food and salt were made ready and one of the visitors was asked to perform the ceremony under direction. The ritual finished with a live chicken being brought in and presented to the four cardinal directions. Blood sacrifice was supposed to follow but the chicken was certainly unharmed when it was carried out of the room. We were all presented with a small glass of rice wine for the traditional toast. The Chief’s son and, also in traditional attire, young grandson performed a traditional dance. One of the visitors gamely joined in at the end.

The Chief kindly invited us to visit his private quarters. The large living room was furnished with television, sound system, DVD player and satellite box but most noticeable was the photographs of family, family weddings and numerous official-looking certificates. Next was a storage area with four or five wardrobes, all of different designs, standing in a line. Partitions had been provided to make a couple of private rooms, which I surmised were for overnight foreign visitors. A spacious kitchen was provided with both bottle-gas cooking rings and a traditional wood fire cooking arrangement, a couple of washing machines and sinks. Out the back were a number of toilets with modern fittings which we were told connect to a septic tank.

Finally, we went to the weaving area where a number of the dark-haired ladies had laid out jewellery and weaving for purchase. Eventually, I bought a nice piece of weaving and asked the girl who sold it if it was her work. She pointed to an older lady who insisted it was the younger girl’s work. We then indulged in a bit of good-natured slapstick as I tried to fathom it. Louis was asked to clarify and he said ‘they both made it’. I took a picture of them both holding the weaving.

I rather think the older woman was teaching the younger one and that’s why there was confusion about who made it. It was a very instructive and enjoyable interlude and there are lots of pictures here. I was quite surprised when the Chief shook my hand on the way out. We returned to the waiting buses, running the gauntlet of numerous smiling children, and drove back to the landing stage at Kapit. The Express Boat returned us to ‘Pandaw’. Cocktails were available on the upper Deck but, instead, I elected to check e-mail and post my blog for Sunday! After a pleasant dinner with my American friends, I returned to my cabin to sort out my photographs and notes. Quite a day!

Kanowit

It was still dark when I went onto the top deck for early morning tea. A number of my new friends were up, enjoying the fresh, new day. We weighed anchor a few minutes after six and headed upstream, with a spotlight trained on the near bank to help the helmsman check his position. Very soon, it was light enough to make out our progress without the spotlight. By the time we’d taken breakfast, we were passing the small town of Kanowit where we turned sharp right to enter a tributary, the Kanowit River.

View on the Kanowit River

After cruising upstream for a while, we passed a Longhouse, either new or extensively modernised, providing homes for over eighty families. The helmsman then showed his expertise by performing a U-turn where the river was only slightly wider than ‘Pandaw’ is long (55 metres). Returning downstream seemed to involve a lot more steering changes and changes in engine speed, I presume because of the reduced effectiveness of the rudder when going with the flow. Pictures along the Kanowit River are here.

When we rejoined the main river at Kanowit, the helmsman turned the ship to face upstream and very gently drifted us alongside the concrete jetty. The water level wasn’t too convenient so the crew arranged steps from the main deck down to the lowest part of the landing stage, from where concrete steps led up to road level.

View of Kanowit from our mooring

We disembarked for a walking tour of the town. Since there were around fifty of us, we were divided into two groups – odd cabin numbers with our guide Louis and even cabin numbers (including mine, 314), with our guide Henry. We started at the Hock Ann Teng Chinese temple, next to the jetty, and then made our way up the main street. The locals don’t see many tourists, so we provided the Sunday morning free entertainment for the people shopping or sitting around in one of the many ‘Coffee Shops’.

I was upset by one sight. On the pavement outside a shop were two rat traps, each containing a frightened rat. Henry said the rats are destroyers, caught eating food stocks in shops. Because of this, it’s considered fair to leave them out in then sun to suffer for a time rather than despatch them humanely.

We carried on to a large wooden building which is the traveller’s lodge. This is a place where locals may overnight cheaply before continuing a long journey. The limited facilities are communal but it’s cheap.

The water treatment station stands on the top of a small hill overlooking the town. Water is pumped from the river to the plant where it is treated by Reverse Osmosis and stored in a large water tank for distribution to the town.

Near the river bank is Fort Emma, one of the wooden forts built during the Brooks period. Fort Emma was built of wood in 1859 and has survived quite well. There’s been some recent restoration and, when I ventured upstairs, I was amazed to see its new function – there’s a fully-equipped computer learning laboratory with swish new equipment! The young man in charge explained that the laboratory had only just been completed - all the chairs retained their polythene transport covering - and that it was not quite open yet. He’s right to be proud of a wonderful facility which will bring all sorts of skills to the local community.

My pictures of Kanowit are here.

By the time we reached the boat, the water level had risen so that we had to take off shoes and socks and paddle a couple of paces through river water a few inches deep to get to the ship's ladder! As soon as we were back on the boat, we set off upstream on the main Ragang river. Pictures of this part of the river are here.

We enjoyed a leisurely lunch in the restaurant and then, at 4.0 p.m., Louis gave an absorbing talk on the languages and customs of some of the tribes in Sarawak. A little later, we had a briefing on the next days activities.

At 7.30 p.m. we had the ‘Fusion Dinner’. The vegetable tempura was not, to my mind, a complete success - I use as a standard the marvellous tempura I had on Miyajima during my Japan trip. The cream of broccoli soup with fresh crab meat was wonderful. I then had the Honey Sake Fish with onion rice as the main course and enjoyed it, finishing off with a fruit salad and ice cream. So you see, we were not exactly starving.

The film ‘Farewell to the King’, set in Borneo, was later shown in the Lecture Room but I decided I was too tired to see it and, from what I heard the following morning, I missed nothing. Another very enjoyable day!

Sibu

Against expectation, I enjoyed my visit to Kuching. I thought a city with modern roads and tall buildings would put me off. Kuching certainly has those, but the old waterfront has been modernised in a fairly inoffensive way and manages to generate the right sort of ‘seaside effect’ on visitors. They’ve kept the old town which retains its human scale and bustles with all sorts of commercial activity. After breakfast, I wandered through the Old Town again taking in the sights. Because of the Chinese immigrant population, there are various Taoist temples. I looked at the Hiang Thian Siang Ti temple, first built around one hundred and fifty years ago, subsequently relocated once and renovated a number of times.

I was picked up on time for the next stage of my journey and we headed for the airport along congested dual carriageways. Kuching Airport has a modern, airy terminal and check-in and security was carried out with the minimum of fuss. Most of the gates are numbered but, for some reason, my flight was from gate ‘R’. When we finally boarded, I was impressed that the airline employee just stood by the exit to the tarmac and said in a soft voice ‘Sibu'. It was a pleasant change from the usual loud but often unintelligible announcements over public address accompanied by ‘ding-dongs'.

For this leg, I was booked with the Malaysia Airlines subsidiary MASwings. They've re-equipped with modern turbo-prop aircraft and 9M-MWG was gleaming in the sun. No doubt there’s more information on the MASwings Website. We look off on time from the single runway 25/07 and in less than an hour were landing at Sibu. The cabin crew just had time to give us a small cake and a pot of guava juice. On arrival, my luggage arrived promptly and I was then faced with the problem that I was responsible for getting to the Pandaw jetty in Sibu. There were a number of Europeans on the flight who looked likely candidates for the Pandaw Cruise and one lady, actually from New York I discovered, asked if I was for 'Pandaw'. Because there were different packages, their little group were being collected and I was able to arrange to accompany them in their minibus to the boat.

The covered market in Sibu

Sibu is a fairly modern town with greying reinforced comcrete buildings of the utilitarian style we’re all too familiar with. The waterfront in the town has a series of scruffy looking jetties and building work is going on to build new quays or renovate old ones. I immediately recognised the distictive shape of my home for the next few days ‘Pandaw’ or, to accord her the full name the R.V. 'Orient Pandaw'. We were greeted by various members of the crew and before long I was reunited with my luggage in cabin 314 on the starboard side. My pictures of 'Pandaw'.

A number of the passengers had arrived earlier in the day and had been taken on a walking tour around the town. Some of my new friends who'd flown in on the same aircraft said they were going for a quick walk before we cast off, so I joined them. The grim-looking multi-storey car park was home, on the ground floor, to a large market which we toured. There was debate about whether to check-out the nearby Chinese temple but it was very overcast and starting to rain so my friends returned to the boat. However, as you would expect, I went to look at the temple before making my way back to 'Pandaw'. Pictures of Sibu. The rain was getting worse and one of the crew (I afterwards discovered it was the concerned Captain!) came running towards me with a spare umbrella. We were offered welcoming cocktails but I elected for an orange juice. Later, we had a briefing on the schedule for Sunday and then dinner as the boat made its way upstream to the mid-river overnight mooring - pictures are here. I joined a jolly group of six Americans for dinner (Mike was from Las Vegas, the others from Salt Lake City). The meal was over by 9.30 p.m. and, already exhausted, I retired early having turned off the air conditioning in my cabin.

Bako National Park

When I got up this morning it was raining. Whilst I was having my breakfast, it was raining. When I was picked up by today’s guide in a Mercedes, it was raining. So I wasn’t sure it was the right day to visit Bako National Park.

Jan at Bako National Park

Kuching is situated on the River Sarawak which meanders generally northwards to reach the South China Sea about half an hour’s drive north of Kuching. The west bank of the river forms one side of the Bako Peninsula, a smaller river defines the west side of the peninsula. In 1957 the whole peninsula was made a National Park. We turned left to reach Kampung Bako, a fairly typical Malay village with a modern terminal building run by the Forestry Department. The terminal has a boat jetty on the smaller river. After a little delay, we were met by another CPH guide with his clients – two young European men. We made our way to the jetty and boarded our boat – a small fibreglass craft to carry about eight with a 40 h.p. outboard. Having donned lifejackets, the boatman took us downstream, past a number of odd wooden frames across part of the river which I understand are used to support the nets needed for prawn fishing. It was still raining hard and, since I was on my own in the front seat for balance, I received plenty of water full-face, particularly when we neared the sea and crossed the incoming waves.

The park headquarters is situated in the north-west part of the peninsula, facing the sea across a wide sandy shore on which our boat was beached. When the tide is high, there’s a jetty that can be used but at low tide, you take your shoes and socks off and climb over the side into the shallow water. There were a number of similar small boats coming and going and, once we'd crossed the beach, lashed by the rain, we found quite a few people at the solitary café. There are chalets nearby where you can stay overnight but most people come for a day visit. Almost immediately, we spotted the bearded pigs, looking for food round the back of the kitchens. We also saw a couple of small vipers, sleeping on leaves during the day.

There’s a variety of trails you can take so my guide chose a fairly simple one and we set off across the beach through a mangrove forest which is out of the water at low tide. We then turned into the jungle and followed the track. The rain eased and eventually stopped. By the time we got back to the park headquarters, I’d seen some fascinating sights and the weather was just right for walking. I was given a simple but delicious packed lunch, like yesterday, and I found the walking had given me an appetite. We'd seen six proboscis monkeys on the trail but, back at headquarters, we had even better sightings of other proboscis monkeys. At two p.m. we met up with the other guide and his two young men, boarded our boat and were brought back to the jetty at the Terminal. Here, we picked up the car and my guide returned me to the Hilton, damp but happy.

My pictures of Bako National Park.

They serve afternoon tea with light snacks in the Executive Lounge at the Hilton so I availed myself of this whilst doing some work on the hotel's computer. I’d seen the fairly large trip boat moored on the waterfront a little upstream of the hotel. It's called the M.V. 'Equatorial' and gives river cruises - I'd wondered whether to try it. After a bit of internal debate, I walked to the jetty, bought a ticket, and embarked about five minutes before it left for the 'Sunset Cruise'. It was an excellent trip, first going upstream for about 15 minutes before turning round and cruising downstream for about forty five minutes. We passed numerous business-like looking deep sea fishing boats, the Customs fleet and various sundry vessels, finally turning round opposite a couple of rather grand houses which are the homes of government ministers.

Dancers pose for photographs with a group of passengers during our return journey

On the way back, we were entertained by traditional dances performed by members of the crew. We arrived back at the jetty in the dark at about seven p.m. Pictures taken on the cruise.

Tomorrow afternoon - Saturday - I take a short flight north east to Sibu, Sarawak’s second largest city. Sibu lies about 60km from the estuary of the river Rajang. At Sibu, I will join a river cruise on the R.V. 'Orient Pandaw'. We’ll be sailing up the river Rajang visiting places like Kapit and Song. It’s unlikely that I’ll be in touch during this period so it may be the 28th before I’m back on line.

Around Kuching

The Astana in Kuching, built as the home of the 'White Rajahs'.

Very unusually, I had trouble sleeping on Wednesday night. My left arm has been giving me some trouble since I fell down walking the dog in our very cold weather. Before I could fall asleep, the arm would start playing up, so I paid for some computer time for my Notebook connected to the hotel’s physical network and started uploading pictures and answering e-mails. I got up at six again, so as to be in the Executive Lounge where they serve breakfast. Alternately, I could’ve gone downstairs to the Coffee Shop but the Executive Lounge on the twelfth floor gave me what I wanted plus a view of the Sarawak River waking up.

First, a little history. John Brooke was another of those English adventurer types. He was invited into Sarawak by the local Rajah to assist in quelling a spot of bother the Sultan of Brunei was having. To paraphrase an old T.V. advert, he liked Sarawak so much, he bought the country and started a hundred year rule by White Rajahs. During Japan’s expansionist phase, the Japanese occupied Sarawak and the White Rajah at the time needed the help of the British government to force the Japanese to surrender. So, after WWII, the country became British with a Governor-General living in the Astana, the fairly grand house facing old Kuching from across the river. By the 1960s, Britain was committed to giving most of its former Empire independence and Sarawak became a State in the Federation of Malaysia. Malaysia, like Indonesia, is predominently Muslim. But, just as Bali is the exceptikon in Indonesia, so Sarawak is the exception in Malaysia, with 29% Christian – both Catholic and non-Catholic, 26% Muslim and 19% Buddhist, Taoist or Hindu. That leaves about 30% as none of the above. I’m assured that all these faiths co-exist without problems – certainly I saw no overt signs of tension. The Taoist contingent comes from the significant Chinese population. In Sarawak, as in other countries where they’ve settled, the Chinese characteristics of industry and single-mindedness have left them in control of significant areas of commerce.

Shortly after eight my guide, also the driver, arrived in a Mercedes and we set off for the thirty minute drive to the Semenggok Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre. Orang-utans are now protected in Malaysia, but not before a number of these noble creatures had been kept in captivity. At Semenggok, the rehabilitated orang-utans roam freely in the rain forest, often returning to at meal times. A successful breeding programme means that there’s a chance of seeing mother and baby together. About a hundred visitors trooped through the forest on prepared footpaths to watch food being left out and the rangers calling the creatures by name. At one spot, one of the females came with her youngster of a few years for food. They remained thirty of forty feet away from us but sixteen feet is regarded as the minimum separation as they can be violent. It’s quite odd when the only physical barrier is a rope barrier at the side of the track to keep the humans out! By the ranger’s office, there was another female with her one year old baby. In this case, they were much closer to us. There was no sign of the dominant male called Ritchie. As we left the forest, my guide pointed out some of the more interesting plant species, like the Sensitive plant and two varieties of Pitcher plant. Pictures at Semenggok.

We drove further along the main road which eventually leads to Brunei and Sabah, turning right onto the road which eventually leads to Indonesia. We parked at the village of Anan Rais. This is a village of Bidayuh people – Land Dyaks. They live in three Longhouses but these are not quite like the South Sea Island version I imagined. Think of a street raised about ten feet above the ground on wooden poles and framing held together with coachbolts where the ‘paving’ is two sets of split bamboo, one laid in one direction, the other set at right angles, all tied togther and none too secure. Now erect a series of wooden sheds on either side of the street where each single room represents the living space for one family. Now, just like a British housing estate, let individuals make alterations to their property. Some people are happy with the basic dilapidated garden shed, some spend money putting on a modern fascia. In the street and in the buildings add cooking hearths burning dried bamboo and a few sinks. Add standpipes for water which stick upwards through the floor every so often and install electricity. This is something like the impression I got. The Government are paying to keep the Bidayuh traditional rice-growing economy going and encourage them to explain it to tourists. They make various beadwork and blow pipes to sell. In one meeting room there is the barrel of an ancient Dutch cannon and, casually displayed in a wire mesh drum with a hinging mesh lid secured with two padlocks, a pile of human skulls. Pictures of the Long Houses at Anan Rais. We completed our tour, had a snack lunch and drove back to Kuching where I said goodbye to today’s guide.

A little later, I took a walk round the old part of the town, near the river. My pictures of Kuching. It was very hot and on my return I decided to spend the rest of the evening uploading pictures and writing this post.

On to Kuching

Local people enjoying the holiday after 'Nyepi' at Sanur Beach

I rose at six a.m. and took an early breakfast, delivered to my sitting room promptly as ordered. The morning was already hot but I decided to check out the beach one more time. It was just after eight when I arrived at the sea. There were a handful of foreign visitors walking on the promenade but hundreds of Indonesians in the water and across the sands. The people in the water had left little piles of their possessions dotted all over the sand. Crime is supposed to be low in Bali. I walked along the sands for about ten minutes and then turned onto one of the access roads at right angles to the beach. Where the road met the beach, there were hundreds of the Indonesian-assembled small motor bikes which most people use. Husband, wife and first child seem to fit quite nicely on these machines, but I’ve seen four people aboard a few times. Crash helmets are supposed to be worn but I’ve seen lots of people who don’t bother.

More pictures of Sanur.

I walked back towards the Bali Pavilions, past the tourist shops and restaurants which so offended me when I arrived – yes, I know, I’m a tourist too. About every third set of premises appeared to be an official money changer. I picked a posh one and changed a few dollars to make sure I’d sufficient Rupiah to pay the airport departure tax of 150,000 Rupiah. You get some eye-watering prices when the exchange rate is around nine thousand Rupiah to the dollar! I passed a number of taxis parked or cruising looking for trade but I was happy to return to the tranquility of my villa. The Bali Pavilions has a very nice main swimming pool and it was unused as I passed but I preferred the privacy of the smaller but decent-sized pool within my own courtyard.

After a final swim, I more-or-less finished my packing. I usually leave a trail of mislaid items behind me as I move from place to place. So far this time I’ve lost my spectacles case in Yogyakarta. Once packed, I went to use the computer in reception. Because of Nyepi, I’d not been able to use their computer on the Day of Silence but I had prepared some text off-line ready to upload. My Notebook computer is proving troublesome this trip – it doesn’t seem to want to connect to Wi-Fi and there’s some sort of keyboard problem such that some letter keys and a number of punctuation keys produce the wrong letter or symbol on screen and in the file. So far, the best solution has been to type away regardless, ignoring the fact that the screen is full of rubbish and then, once the document is complete, use Find and Replace to swop the rubbish characters for the intended characters. Fortunately, I have been able to continue to use the computer for backing-up and sorting my photographs. Some of my sub-directory names have been rather odd because of the swopped characters! There’s now a huge backlog of pictures to upload to the net when I can.

Promptly at 1.0 p.m., the arranged car turned up to whisk me to the International Terminal at Ngurah Rai airport (Airport pictures). I checked in for flight MH 850 for Kuala Lumpur – my first flight with Malaysia Airlines and my first time to Kuala Lumpur. This time, I’m not stopping in KL but transiting to another Malaysia Airlines flight to Kuching in East Malaysia. Kuching is in the province of Sarawak and I remember as a child seeing the Jubilee class locomotive 'Sarawak' and thinking how exotic it sounded. I don’t think it ever occurred to me that one day I might actually travel to Sarawak. Well, the locomotive no longer exists but I did get to see the prototype!

Check-in was painless though it took me a while to find the business class lounge. Malaysia Airlines share the Garuda lounge. The aircraft was another 737-400, fitted with sixteen seats in business class but with only one passenger – me! There were four choices of meal and I took the fish – Dory. It was excellent and the cabin staff were very friendly. In just under three hours we landed at Kuala Lumpur. It’s a huge airport and a bit intimidating but I went through immigration and Customs OK and then had to find my way to departures and locate my connecting flight to Kuching. The aircraft was yet another 737-400 but this time all sixteen business class seats were taken. Two meals were on offer – a spicy one or beef. I took the beef and, to my surprise, enjoyed it as it was very tender.

On arrival I had to go through another immigration – Sarawak is a different state within Malaysia - and collect my bag which arrived promptly. There only appeared to be one driver waiting in the arrivals hall and he was holding up a printed sign with my name so we were soon on our way to the Hilton hotel near the waterfront. The Hilton is a modern hotel, as you’d expect, and I’ve a room with a view on the eleventh floor. Pictures of the Hilton.

'Nyepi' in Bali

My itinerary for Tuesday just said "Own arrangements". I discovered this should have read "You will be under house arrest in your hotel and keep quiet". Let me explain.

Hindu Bali celebrates the Icaka New Year 'Nyepi' or Day of Silence. When I arrived on the 13th, I saw the 'Melasti' celebrations prior to the New Year when effigies from the temples are carried to the beach for a Purification Ceremony welcoming the New Year. On the 15th March, there is a sacrificial ceremony at noon - 'Tawur Agung Kesanga' - made to the underworld spirits. Later there is the procession of 'Ogoh-Ogoh', the large dolls symbolising evil spirits, which are burnt afterwards.

Tuesday 16th March was 'Nyepi' which is a day of absolute silence for Hindu followers. No activity, amusement or travel is allowed and fires may not be lit. It should be a day of 'contemplation and self-reflection within the family compound'. In each village, 'pecalang' (guards) make sure nobody leaves except in case of emergency. There should be no lights during Nyepi but certain facilities, like hospitals, are exempt. Hotels are expected to keep the number of lights used down and make sure guests remain within their grounds. At the Bali Pavilions, food was being offered but only until 6.30 p.m. It's a good job I had such agreeable surroundings to be confined to!

The State Electricity Company PLN has three generating plants in Bali:-
- Pesanggaran (15 machines totalling 182 MW)
- Pemaron (2 machines totalling 80 MW)
- Gilimanuk (1 machine of 130 MW)

In addition, 200 MW can be supplied via a connector from Java, giving a 592 MW capacity. A normal load is around 515 MW but during Nyepi, this falls to 100 MW!

Trip to Mount Batur, Bali

Barong Dance Performance, Bali

On Monday I had a full day tour to Mount Batur. My guide, Kana, picked me up from the hotel reception at 8:40 a.m. Some pictures of the trip are here. We drove north for about half an hour until we came to a large building marked "Sahadewa", where I was to see the nine-thirty performance of the Barong Dance. The large building with raked seating provided accommodation for a few hundred people but it was only only partly filled. The seating faced an open stage with a typical Balinese brick-built entrance. An open-sided pavilion on the right housed a Balinese orchestra. The musicians played an introductory tune and then the Barong Dance commenced.

I don't know why its called a dance because its really a play, with dialogue in Balinese, albeit with a fair bit of dancing and stylised movements. A single-sheet programme gave a description of the story and I will paraphrase that, although some of the English is not too clear. All the action was accompanied by loud but not unpleasant music from the Balinese orchestra.

Overture

The tiger appears – two men in an elaborate costume a little like a pantomome horse but with a rather frightening mask for a face. The mouth parts work and go 'clack-clack' in a threatening way. The tiger is joined by his friend the monkey – a young man in a grey monkey suit. Three masked dancers appear, get angry and attack the tiger. The men are apparently seeking vengeance for the death of a child previously killed by the tiger. With the aid of the monkey, the tiger sees off the men, one of whom loses his nose in the fighting.

First Act

Two girl dancers appear. They are servants of the Rangda looking for servants of Dewi Kunti on their way to meet the prime minister

Second Act

The two servants appear but are made angry by one of the servants of the Rangda who has turned into a witch. The prime minister appears and they all go to meet Dewi Kunti.

Third Act

Dewi Kunti and her son Sahedewa arrive. Dewi Kunti has promised the Rangda that Sahadewa will be sacrificed. A witch appears and takes over Dewi kunti who becomes angry and orders the prime minister to bring Sahedewa to the forest. A witch also enters the prime minister so that he does not take pity on Sahedewa who is tied to a tree in the forest

Fourth Act

Unknown to the Rangda, the God Siwa appears and gives Sahadewa immortality. The Rangda appears, intending to kill Sahadewa and eat him, but Sahadewa cannot be killed. Dewi Kunti asks for forgiveness and Sahadewa agrees, killing the Rangda who goes to heaven

Fifth Act

One of the female servants of the Rangda, Kalika, comes before Sahadewa asking for foregiveness but Sahadewa refuses. Kalika becomes angry, changes into a boar to fight Sahadewa but is defeated. Kalika then changes into a bird to fight Sahadewa but again is defeated. Finally, she changes into the Rangda whom Sahadewa cannot kill. After meditation, Sahadewa changes himself into a Barong. The fight between the Barong and the Rangda appears unending until followers of the Barong join the fray.

Confused? – I still am but it was jolly good fun. At the end of the performance, which lasted about one hour, the audience were allowed onto the stage to be photographed with the actors still in costume. I thought that was a nice touch. Pictures of the Barong Dance.

We continued north to Celuk where there is a gold and silver works – natch! The crudity of the equipment used to make the product is in stark contrast to the craftsmanship apparent in the end product. Once again, the production on site is token and you are then ushered into a huge showroom with a remarkable range of jewellery on display.

A short drive took us to Mas, famous for its woodcarving. At the large showroom where we stopped, just one carver was on display. There are normally two but the other had gone home for Nyepi – the Balinese Hindu New Year. Again, there was a large showroom and some of the larger carvings – up to six feet tall – were very impressive.

Bali has been called the land of a thousand temples but that’s a severe underestimate. Each village normally has at least three temples and prosperous families have private temples so that they can honour their ancestors. The woodcarving showroom had just such a family temple and I was allowed to visit it. It was built on the roof of a domestic building, approached by steps and contained a number of shrines dedicated to various deities and the family ancestors. Pictures of the Family Shrine.

We stopped briefly in one village we passed through to take pictures of some impressive Ogoh-Ogoh (Pictures). Each village had a number of Ogoh-Ogoh being made ready at the side of the road, some of them protected by a temporary shelter but my attempts to capture shots on the fly weren't very successful.

I was told that we would stop to see some beautiful rice fields but what was actually involved was a brief photo stop in a village with a steep hill covered with rice terraces on one side of the road. It's clearly a regular stopping point because there were a number of postcard sellers harrassing the dozen tourists who were already there. Our route took us through a number of villages now devoted to foreign visitors with woodcarvers, restaurants, massage. I found it rather depressing.

The Temple at Tampak Siring

We descended into a valley and parked at the Holy Spring Temple at Tampak Siring. The water here is reputed to have healing properties and it was certainly a beautiful and spiritual site. Kana bought a small packet of biscuits to feed the fishes in the various ornamental ponds and we were soon joined by local children who, I was relieved to find, were content to share the fun of feeding the biscuits to the fish and were not begging. There was a small compound with some beautiful, rare deer. Kana seemed to think that they'd been brought in to encourage the tourists. This is a very old temple and I'm glad it's not yet been ruined by tourists. Pictures of Tampak Siring.

Our route took us out of the valley and we continued to climb until we reached the road around the south side of a volcanic crater rim. The huge crater was formed some thirty thousand years ago and now the villages of Penelokan, Batur and Kintamani straggle along the crate rim. Rising from the floor of the crater is the active volcano of Gunung Batur with lake Batur alongside. We stopped for lunch at the massive Kintamani restaurant. This can seat five hundred diners but there were just seven including me. The service was prompt and friendly and the buffet lunch on offer had a wide choice so I was happy to take lunch, looking across to the active volcano.

After lunch, we set off to return south by a different route but we hadn't gone far when the traffic stopped. A procession of Ogoh-Ogoh was coming towards us. So I was able to watch the high-spirited youngsters carrying the heavy statues, along with a crowd of locals. My pictures of the procession are here. Once the procession had passed, we were able to continue south.

Elephant Cave, Goa Gajah

We had one more stop, at the Bedulu Elephant Cave and temple – Goa Gajah. Normally, you would have to run the gauntlet of rows of souvenir shops but, so close to Nyepi, they were already closed for the holiday and only a couple of postcard sellers remained. My pictures are here.

We then made our way back to Sanur and the Bali Pavilions - an excellent but tiring day!

Bali

A rice paddy in Bali with the Farmer's Shrine to ensure a good crop

Sunday morning, I was quite happy to potter around my little domain, making full use of the pool. At 1.30 p.m. I was picked up for a tour.

Bali was one of the first Far Eastern Idylls to be discovered by Westerners and over the last 40 years Bali has seen amazing growth in numbers of visitors. It claims four to five million people visit a year. It's population of 3.5 million Balinese is around 90% Hindu.

We headed north, skirting Denpasar and travelling past a series of tourist-related businesses, each sporting a gaudy illimunated sign, somewhat reminiscent of Las Vegas on a smaller scale. We stopped at a huge Batik showroom housed in a very grand-looking multi-storey building. At the rear of the showroom, next to the car park, the making of Batik printed fabrics and weaving was being demonstrated, but there was no 'serious' production being done here.

Our next stop was an Artists' Co-operative in Ubud, home to 200 painters in modern and traditional style. I was shown round by a young water colourist. Ubud is generally regarded as the cultural capital of Bali.

We carried on into rice growing country and stopped to walk through a terraced rice field. Pictures in the rice fields. Half the population of Bali work on the land which, like Java, is very fertile. Land is in private ownership but some holdings are as small as half an acre after larger farms have been successively divided between children, generation by generation. Crop rotation is practised these days and, for instance, rice crops are alternated with vegetables to minimise the need for fertilizer and the use of organic fertilizer is encouraged. Up to 3 rice crops a year can be produced because there's quite a sophisticated system of irrigation using gravity. Both hand- and chemical-weeding is in use.

Mengwi Temple - the 'Royal Temple', Bali

We moved on to one of the most important temples in Bali, the Mengwi Temple. The inner courtyards were closed because of the New Year but the low walls allowed quite good views from the outer courtyards. Pictures of Mengwi Temple.

Later, we visited the 'Monkey Forest' - a small forest which is home to around 600 Macaque monkeys and almost as many tourist shops. The tour didn't go quite to plan - whilst I was buying peanuts for the monkeys, a dominant male leapt onto my head, leaving me with cuts on the scalp and left cheek. The lady guide, in some distress, rushed me to her shop to treat the cuts with a disinfectant (most of the guides also run tourist shops). I was quite calm until she handed me a small mirror when I had to agree the blood was fairly spectacular. However, once we'd staunched the flow, we went ahead with the tour without further incident. I was particularly interested in the forest's population of bats. Pictures of the 'Monkey Forest'.

Sunset at Tanah Lot, Bali

The final call of the day was to the Temple at Tanah Lot which is supposed to enjoy beautiful sunsets. But there were hundreds of tourists there to observe the sunset and the temple itself is closed to visitors so it wasn't exactly my sort of place. However, I dutifully took pictures which are here.

Yogyakarta to Sanur

My Villa at Joglo Plawang

The Villa at Joglo Plawang was a great success and I was sorry to leave. The area around Yogyakarta seems less spoiled by tourism than I expected. I don't mean that there aren't hundreds of hawkers trying to sell you souvenirs when you're somewhere like Borobudur or Paramban but that the place doesn't seem as corroded by attempts to cater for foreigners. I never saw another resident at Joglo Plawang but there were always plenty of friendly staff on hand anxious to be of service. This meant that the pool outside my villa became my own private pool.

On Saturday, I enjoyed an excellent breakfast in the main building then at 10:30 I was picked up to go to Yogyakarta Airport. On my arrival a couple of days before, I'd seen that the airport approach was via a level crossing adjacent to a railway station, so we detoured to the station so that I could have a look around.

Maguwo is a modern station, very clean, and you'd be hard-pressed to find anything as smart in the UK. I think trains are operated by private companies, as in the U.K. and some of the rolling stock I saw wasn't up to the standard of the infrastructure. The signal box was on the one platform and I was invited in to have a look around. Everything was shining and clean and the signalman was very friendly. Pictures of Maguwo Station. I stayed to watch one train and then we completed our journey to the airport where I said goodbye to my guide and driver.

The airport at Yogyakarta is smallish and it was a bit of a scrum inside the departure hall, which always produces a brief terror in me that I won't be able to find my way through check-in and security. However, all was well. Check-in for the Denpasar flight was simple, security was friendly, then I discovered I had to pay a departure tax. I hadn't got Rupiah (the local currency) but the girl accepted U.S. Dollars and beamed when I apologised for not having the proper money. I found the Garuda Executive Lounge (as they call it). A little basic but perfectly adequate so I was able to relax a little before the flight. There are a few pictures of the airport here.

We boarded at about 13:10 by walking a few yards across the apron to the waiting Boeing 737-400. The flight was just over an hour, giving them time to serve a nicely-presented snack before we made a straight-in approach to Denpasar Airport.

The airport at Bali is much larger than Yogyakarta and we were taxiing for some time until we reached our stand. It took some time for them to connect up the airbridge before we could disembark and I was amused that, as soon as we'd passed through the airbridge, we were diverted through a door and down steep steps to the tarmac. It was much hotter in Bali than Java. We joined a transfer bus and after a short drive entered the terminal and the baggage reclaim. My bag was one of the first out, so I was soon in the Arrivals Hall and immediately found the guide displaying my name. He introduced himself as Kana and we walked to the car park where our transport and the driver, Wirka, were waiting. There are a few pictures of the airport here.

Denpasar is the capital of the island of Bali. Bali is part of Indonesia but is very protective of its uniqueness. Indonesia is proud of its religious tolerance and you can find Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist and Christian adherents. Whereas the island of Java which I'd just left is predominantly Muslim, 95% of the population of Bali is Hindu.

We left the airport and headed out to Sanur about thirty minutes drive away. Kana explained that traffic was particularly heavy because of the approaching Hindu New Year. Many people were heading for special local ceremonies to take place in the evening. At one major junction, we were held up for a few minutes by a long procession, all dressed in white, making their way to one of these ceremonies.

A Hindu procession passing through Sanur, Bali

Bali was 'discovered' as a paradise for Europeans quite some time ago and I'm afraid it shows. Bali appears to cater for foreign tourists in an enthusiastic manner. Sanur is regarded as one of the more staid areas (it's sometimes called 'Snore' by way of criticism). If the rows of restaurants and shops we passed in Sanur are 'staid', I wouldn't want to visit the more 'with-it' areas. Near to our destination, we passed another procession heading for the shore. There are various pictures of the 'Nyepi' processions and ceremonies here.

The Bali Pavilions Resort is a series of villas in 'Designer Balinese' architectural style - see my Resort pictures. I'd been upgraded to a 2-bedroom villa (with one bedroom locked off). The villa was set in its own brick-walled courtyard and comprised one thatched building with the bedroom/shower/wc/bath and an adjacent thatched building which was open-sided forming the living room with its own fully-equipped kitchen. Just outside the bedrooms there's a private pool.

After a brief dip, I made the ten-minute walk to the beach, running the gauntlet of innumerable restaurants and souvenir shops. The sandy beach was quite busy and there were lots of foreign tourists like me. With a volcano visible in the distance, it reminded me of Waikiki in Hawaii. One of the Hindu Blessing Ceremonies was in progress a few hundred yards away, so I went to look at this before returning to the calm of the Bali Pavilions. Although I'd not done much during the day, I found I was absolutely exhausted so I was happy to enjoy the peaceful oasis within my courtyard before retiring.

Yogyakarta and Prambanan

The Hindu Temple Complex at Prambanan

Today's exploits can be summarised as "Jan visits a load of old temples and a railway station (oh, and did some shopping)".

An early start allowed me to do the tour of the Sultan's Palace before the crowds arrived (Sultan's Palace pictures). We then moved on to the Sultan's "Water Palace" - three walled swimming pools for the Sultan and court to use (Water Palace pictures). In one building they were making the traditional two-dimensional articulated puppets-on-sticks. All the other traders were confined to a street of souvenir shops on the way out. A visit to a Batik factory (Batik pictures here) proved very interesting but, of course, having seen the process of producing Batik, there was a "purchasing opportunity". I then spent half an hour exploring the railway station (surprise, surprise). For those interested in railways, there's a report on this visit here.

Then, we moved on to a small leatherwork factory run by a vivacious Dutch lady. Once again, a set lunch was provided for me at a restaurant before we moved on (via a huge silverwork shop) to the Hindu temple complex at Prambanan. 'P' and 'B' sometimes get interchanged in Romanising Indonesian names so these temples are sometimes called 'Brambanan'. My pictures of Prambanan are here. After climbing up and down the steep steps giving access to a number of the temples, I was starting to wilt a little and I was quite content to return to the hotel. After a swim, I started the serious business of backing-up and grouping the pictures from today before writing this update. Tomorrow morning I move on again.

Borobudur

The Buddhist Monument at Borobudur

As you may be able to guess if you've followed earlier trips, today could be summarised as "Jan looked at a load of old temples".

I was woken at 6.45 a.m. by an Alarm Call because my travelling alarm was in the suitcase which Emirates had kindly mislaid. I didn't spend long at the 'Sarawati' but the hotel was very well-appointed. Click for my hotel pictures. The hotel served a very decent breakfast, my guide arrived as I was checking-out and we set off for the short drive to Borobudur.

It's supposed to be the largest Buddhist site in South East Asia and technically it's not a 'temple' because you can't go inside - it's a 'stupa'. But quite a stupendous stupa, as I hope my Borobudur photographs show. It was a fascinating visit and uncrowded when we arrived, but starting to get busy when we left.

A tour of a typical Indonesian village wasn't what I expected and I found it fascinating. See pictures.

For good measure, we managed to take in a couple of small temples in the Borobudor area - first Pawon (Pawon pictures) then Mendut (Mendut pictures) before stopping at a silverwork factory. This was next to a restaurant where I had the set lunch (included in the tour price) all alone but for seven waiters and waitresses in an open-sided area arranged for about 200 diners! After checking out the handicraft shop and furniture warehouse, we carried on to my hotel for two nights, Joglo Plawang. I was "well impressed". Perhaps my Joglo Plawang pictures give an idea why, although they don't show the friendly and welcoming staff.

Connecting Flight at Jakarta

My flight from Dubai was almost three hours late into Jakarta, so I was despondent about my chances of getting to Yogyakarta that evening. I hurried off the aircraft and up the airbridge, looking for an Emirates ground representative. A man and woman from Emirates were waiting, the man displaying a board with the names of the connecting passengers, including mine. He surprised me by saying "The Yogyakarta flight is delayed", implying I might get to my destination that night after all. Since I was intending to purchase my visa on arrival, he told me to do so and he would meet me afterwards, as he hadn't yet 'collected' all his passengers. I followed the marked route to where a short queue led to two payment kiosks. 25 dollars US procured me a receipt which I then presented at the visa kiosk adjacent, where a girl stuck a self-adhesive visa in my passport and validated it. This part of the process was painless and accompanied by a lot of smiling which relaxed me a little.

I then entered the immigration hall where a few hundred people were waiting in a series of noisy queues. I joined the nearest line, wondering how long the process would take. Shortly, the Emirates representative appeared, crossed through all the queues and directed me through an immigration by-pass lane to wait with the other passengers he'd collected whilst he had all our passports validated on the special "Aircrew and V.I.P. lane". Then, he set off at a pace I had difficulty matching as he threaded his way through the various passenger halls. Eventually, we arrived at the Garuda check-in counters and I was issued with a boarding pass with 20 minutes in hand before the boarding time. Since my checked-in baggage had, to my surprise, been checked through to Yogyakarta at London I kept asking if my luggage would arrive with me. At first, I was given reassurances then suddenly he took my luggage receipt and sent his colleague to locate the bag. However, a series of radio messages brought the news that my bag could not be located. He cheerfully reassured me that the bag would at Yogyakarta airport by 7.00 a.m. the following day. Since the bag was currently lost and we could not even be certain it had made the first transfer at Dubai, I didn't share his confidence but there was no more I could do so I thanked the Emirates man and made my way to gate F4 for the Garuda flight.

At the gate, I was a bit worried by the young man from Garuda saying I wanted gate F3 and I pointed out that my boarding pass stated 'F4' but I made my way across to F3 where a sign said 'Yogyakarta' (without a flight number) and a lot of passengers were waiting. The girl there assured me I was in the right place. After ten minutes or so, I became a bit concerned - none of the waiting passengers had moved but a lot of people were appearing from one passage and going down what I presumed was the access to our aircraft. I asked another girl who said "No - you want gate F4". I gritted my teeth and went back to gate F4 where a different person confirmed I was in the right place and should board straight away. When I entered the aircraft, fortunately the hint of sarcasm in my voice as I asked if the flight was really going to Yogyakarta was lost on the cabin staff who were unfailingly courteous. The business cabin had 12 seats but only two were occupied on this flight. Long after the 8.00 p.m. announced departure time, Economy passengers were boarding and it was about 20:20 when the door was closed.

The push-back was quite exciting. We were propelled tail-first by a tug coupled to the nose-wheel in the usual way. But we were propelled over 300 yards on a curving taxiway at a higher speed than I remember experiencing before. I was quite relieved when the tug disconnected and we continued our taxiing nose first using our own power! Soon we came to a stand, then moved on a bit, then stopped. About ten aircraft arrived, half on what was to be our runway (25R), the other half on the parallel runway (25L). It was around 20:45 when we finally took off and the Captain announced that the journey should take 50 minutes. A simple but delicious snack meal, a Coca Cola and a cup of tea more-or-less restored my good humour. I normally carry some necessities in my hand baggage to cater for missing luggage but the lack of firm knowledge was a bit unsettling. In addition, with the Garuda flight being over 3 hours late into Yogyakarta, I could not be sure that I would be met.

In the event, guide, driver and car were waiting. I was told that this sort of delay is fairly common. We agreed that we would follow up on the luggage and my guide directed me to the office of the appropriate man. He took details and then located a printed message he'd received stating that the bag had not tranferred at Dubai (as I feared) but would be at Yogyakarta airport for ten o'clock the following day. My guide made arrangements for the bag to be collected and taken to my hotel for the second night - Joglo Plawang. After making these arrangements it was about 10:30 p.m. when we left a by-now deserted airport for the one-hour drive to my hotel for one night - the 'Saraswati' near Borobudur. I had no trouble getting to sleep when I finally got to bed!

Flying to Jakarta

The 777-300ER to Dubai was one of the most modern in the Emirates fleet. Lie-flat seat with all sorts of adjustments and back massage. Most confusing was the latest implementation of the ‘ICE’ entertainment system. They print it as “ice” using lower case and two font heights in the illiterate way of today’s marketing. The letters stand for information, communications and entertainment.

There’s a fairly large Panasonic flat screen touch-sensitive display, either fixed to the bulkhead in front (if you’re at the front of the cabin section, as I was) or fixed to the ‘shield’ around the seat in front. You can control the system by touching the screen prompts or there’s the customary ‘handset on an extending cord’ with audio and video controls on one side, telephone on the other side and a slot for a credit card (to pay for telephone calls). But what I’d not seen before was an extra passenger communication terminal fitted to the right of the seat. This is a fairly chunky touch-screen ‘book’ computer which is normally plugged into a docking station built into the seat. For take-off and landing, this locks itself in position but in normal flight pressing another button built into the seat releases the lock and allows the ‘book’ to be removed for ease of use, particularly when used as a games console. It took me a while to figure out how to drive the thing as the controls seemed a bit erratic but I was quite pleased when I managed to get the latest George Clooney film ‘Up in the Air’ running. It’s ‘video on demand', of course, so I was able to pause the film for a visit to the washroom. When I returned, the film started up again in the right place but without sound. Nothing I tried worked so I asked a cabin attendant for help. She failed, as did two of her colleagues, despite rebooting my seat position. It took about five minutes to finish the reboot and the video worked but still without sound. The startup messages were quite interesting – looks as if it might be a ‘Linux’ based system and certainly an nvidea graphics card. The senior attendant tried to synchronise the playback with the empty seat next to me and plug the headphones into that seat. Eventually, we decided I should move to the empty aisle seat and I watched the first half hour of the film until suddenly, with a ‘click’ in the headphones, the sound went off. The senior attendant regarded this as a challenge and did a reboot on that seat, after which I was able to complete my viewing without further problems.

We arrived at a Dubai covered in a heavy fog. There are two parallel runways designated 12/30. This means arriving from the north-west, you steer 120 degrees. In the other direction, the reciprocal heading is 300 degrees. ‘L’ and ‘R’ are appended indicating ‘left’ and ‘right’ (as you approach). We landed on 12R, which is 30L in the other direction. We arrived at a new and largely-deserted terminal I’d not been into before. I found my departure gate for my next leg and, with only a little backtracking, found the huge business lounge. I spent only a few minutes here, then it was time to board the flight to Jakarta.

The aircraft was a 777-300 with the earlier generation of entertainment system with individual screens which ‘pop up’from the arm of the seat. The system still has hundreds of channels and is ‘on demand’. It also has the slight advantage that it seems more reliable. 0nly after we’d completed boarding and closed up were we told that because of the weather airport capacity had been reduced and we would be departing 90 minutes late. So they served breakfast on the ground. In fact, it was almost three hours behind schedule when we got away, by which time my carefully-crafted itinerary requiring a third flight from Jakarta to Yogyakarta was shot. The purser told me there were eight connecting passengers on the flight who would be in trouble but he didn’t know how the station staff at Jakarta would handle the problem. So I tried to divert myself on the flight watching new release ‘2012’ (fine if you like CGI and banal dialogue), WALL-E (excellent but reminding me even more than I expected of ‘Short Circuit’) and 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

We came in over the sea at Jakarta, just as it was getting dark. Somewhere between 50 and 100 ships, mainly of coastal vessel size, were moored just offshore, presumably waiting their turn. But I was more concerned with whether I'd ever meet up with my guide in Yogyakarta and where I'd get a bed for the night. It became a bit of an adventure but it turned out alright in the end.