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| Road turning off from the highway to Siniawan |
A prelude for better things to come, Siniawan Old Town Bazaar was a 43.5km ride to & fro from my house. Nestled between Kuching and Bau, it is a stepping stone for me to eventually reach Bau one fine day.
Bau is another major town in the Kuching Division famous for it’s gold mine, lake and limestone formations such as wind cave, fairy cave and limestone cliffs which dotted the countryside. But consider this; Bau is 10km from Siniawan. A round trip would add 20km to the 43.5km ride. That adds up (yes I can count) to a staggering 63.5km. Hmmmm… I need more carbohydrates.
As it turns out, the ride to Siniawan via the old Bau road was up to my expectation. Positive expectations always allow me to enjoy things more. Rather than expecting nothing, in the end, it might be all we will get. So I saw a lot of little, little things which will never be seen by most people.
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| Two rows of wooden shop houses |
Road kills; Fascinating as it seems they represent the fallen wildlife of the local area. I saw flatten reptiles such frogs, snakes & lizards and mammals such as rats, cats & dogs. Some were fresh but most of them were dried & enticing.
Road blocks; I came across a Police road block on the old Bau road. I was wearing yellow representing the Bersih movement, my palms became sweaty. Just yesterday, those poor buggers were hit by water cannons and tear gas while rallying for Electoral Reform in Malaysia Sarawak ; Land of the Hornbills where everything is relaxed and impossible is nothing. Even our 75 year old Chief Minister is able to remarry a young Lebanese flight attendant less than 20 months after the death of his wife. Do you think he use Viagra? Anyway, armed with an innocent smile, I rode past the road block pretentiously waving to the Police. They smiled back amused without stopping me. Sucker!
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| Path to the river |
Hills; I hate those hills. There were 2 major ones on this hilly & bendy old Bau road going into Siniawan. I wonder how any more pose to torture me if I ride down to Bau town. Sigh!
Part time farmers; I past quite a few working on their vege patch early in the morning. I doubt they own the land but mostly borrowed Gov’t gazetted land under Section 42 of the land title act.
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| The same old ferry/boat |
As I arrive at the old town bazaar of Siniawan, the 2 rows of wooden shop houses were still the same as when I last saw them during my teenage years. Frozen in time, there was hardly any development to the wooden shop houses. In this classic cowboy town, I could see coffee shops thriving with their brisk business during breakfast hour and was tempted to stop & have breakfast. Nearby, a pork butcher chopping spare ribs out in the 5 footway amidst eager customers. I got off my bike & took a stroll down to the river and was met with the ferry/boat which plies across the river. This was the same ferry/boat which I saw earlier but then I was on the other side of the river (see SMR 27th Edition). I retraced my journey back after soaking some countryside rejuvenating ambiance, ready for the crazy week ahead at work.
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Hmm..... looks very ulu to me. Any progress here?
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