There was one other place that we did go to during our time in Kuching. We came here on the day after the wedding, with the groom as our human GPS.
The place is called Santubong. It is about an hour’s drive from Kuching city center. There are a few holiday resorts in this little town, because there’s a lovely beach here, Damai Beach.
Seriously, I thought this is a nice beach. It might not be comparable to those great beaches on those Thai islands or those Philippines islands, but at the very least I thought this beach is a much better prospect to hangout on compared to, say, Batu Ferringhi or Port Dickson. Strange that it is not more popular among the Peninsula folks.
And the beach is free for public access. You don’t need to be one of those resorts’ guests to access the beach.
There are basic amenities on this beach, you can have picnics here on the dozens or so of tables and benches. There are even places for you to take a shower here, with coconut water spray, nothing less.
If you are not a beach person, there are also trails and campsites nearby.
We took a stroll on one of those trails, and we came across interesting buildings inside the forest.
Yes, tree houses. I guess those white people saw photos such as this and came to a conclusion that Malaysians still live on top of trees.
The thing is, these tree houses are available for rent, like chalets. It is not the locals who stay in these houses. It is the tourists, usually the foreign ones, who would be staying on top of the trees.
So here’s a way to deal with stereotypical questions next time. When there is a white person asking you: “Is it true that Malaysians still live on top of trees?“, you can counter back by saying: “Europeans/Americans are strange, we have nice hotels and apartments, but they rather rent a tree house and stay on top of a tree. I think it is them who are still craving for Tarzan-esque lifestyle.”
I’m just kidding. Don’t. Don’t say that. At least, make sure your opponent is a carefree and sporting person before you engage him/her in such friendly teasing.
Anyway, I have come to an end of my very short Kuching travelogue. Phew… there’s really nothing much for me to write…