onwards to the muddy confluence!
dad- you are a funny man. unfortunately we have decided not to go to sabah so i will not see robert and company. instead we are headed today for the muddy confluence. but thank you, both for contacting him and for wrangling with the computer. i'm still waiting for mom to start a blog of her own! although i suppose she may still be in the prodding the computer with a stick phase... sometimes we all get like that, though.
o and i should mention now that my uvic email account has died and i have not received mail from there for several weeks. so please retype all love poems and bequeathals and send them to my hotmail account (mr_natalie).
ok ok- so the taoist temple was pretty big. which is odd, as no one in miri seemed to know it existed, including the bus driver who's route went directly past it. it was also very beautiful with stone carvings on all the wall panels, no two the same! buddhist monks tend it and we could hear them singing in the distance. chinese temples have incence sticks as tall as me and as thick as my arm (which we all know is bulging and muscular). we went to another temple in miri that had a turtle pond and some of the turtles had chinese writing on them, but we didn't know what that meant.
from miri we went to the niah caves. they were also pretty big. we got covered in bat/swiftlet poo. we also saw a man collecting the birds' nests with a long pole. for the first time we actually saw birds in the jungle! i know this doesn't seem hard to do but the trees are so tall and dense that you can usually just hear their strange disembodied voices. it started monsooning while we were in the caves and water poured in through holes like waterfalls. we waited it out in the cave, watching the changing of the guards (swiftlets coming home to sleep, bats going out for night adventures). we slept in the park and i went back the next day to take photos (my batteries died the first day). i ended up walking with some french man who likes handicrafts a lot but does not like macaque monkeys. they are not real monkeys (he says) because they are so common. he was a strange man. perhaps he would like them more if they shared their mentos with him???
o and the butterflies the butterflies! whirling and swirling! some dynamically cutting through the air, others heavily batting like betty boop's eyelashes.
i don't know at all what to make of people here. some are ridiculously friendly- a man bought us dinner last night because he said it was considered an honour to treat one's guests in the country. he talked more than we did, and more eloquently, even though english was not his first language. drivers follow us around trying to take us to various places- sometimes they lie, sometimes they rip you off, but other times they are very helpful. i have no idea. a lot of young malaysian boys are now watching eben and i at our computers and have pulled up chairs...
thank you kristy for your awesome email, you write very well. perhaps nanowrimo is not total crap after all?
things like to bite me. i have started yelling at ants and calling them assholes.
o and i should mention now that my uvic email account has died and i have not received mail from there for several weeks. so please retype all love poems and bequeathals and send them to my hotmail account (mr_natalie).
ok ok- so the taoist temple was pretty big. which is odd, as no one in miri seemed to know it existed, including the bus driver who's route went directly past it. it was also very beautiful with stone carvings on all the wall panels, no two the same! buddhist monks tend it and we could hear them singing in the distance. chinese temples have incence sticks as tall as me and as thick as my arm (which we all know is bulging and muscular). we went to another temple in miri that had a turtle pond and some of the turtles had chinese writing on them, but we didn't know what that meant.
from miri we went to the niah caves. they were also pretty big. we got covered in bat/swiftlet poo. we also saw a man collecting the birds' nests with a long pole. for the first time we actually saw birds in the jungle! i know this doesn't seem hard to do but the trees are so tall and dense that you can usually just hear their strange disembodied voices. it started monsooning while we were in the caves and water poured in through holes like waterfalls. we waited it out in the cave, watching the changing of the guards (swiftlets coming home to sleep, bats going out for night adventures). we slept in the park and i went back the next day to take photos (my batteries died the first day). i ended up walking with some french man who likes handicrafts a lot but does not like macaque monkeys. they are not real monkeys (he says) because they are so common. he was a strange man. perhaps he would like them more if they shared their mentos with him???
o and the butterflies the butterflies! whirling and swirling! some dynamically cutting through the air, others heavily batting like betty boop's eyelashes.
i don't know at all what to make of people here. some are ridiculously friendly- a man bought us dinner last night because he said it was considered an honour to treat one's guests in the country. he talked more than we did, and more eloquently, even though english was not his first language. drivers follow us around trying to take us to various places- sometimes they lie, sometimes they rip you off, but other times they are very helpful. i have no idea. a lot of young malaysian boys are now watching eben and i at our computers and have pulled up chairs...
thank you kristy for your awesome email, you write very well. perhaps nanowrimo is not total crap after all?
things like to bite me. i have started yelling at ants and calling them assholes.
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