Sipadan/Mabul, East Malaysia

I love diving. I am a certified Open Water scuba diver. I love exploring lands but I also love exploring the world beneath the lands, a world where most of the world doesn’t see.

At the beginning of December 2013, my original plan to visit the Philippines fell through due to Haiyan. As an alternate option, I chose to visit East Malaysia, mainly to dive in Sipadan Island. A journey to Sipadan requires a few connections. One has to fly into Tawau, southeast of Sabah. From there, it takes about 1.5 hours to drive to Semporna, which is the launching point to Sipadan (and islands around) by some dive operators. I had arranged to dive with Scuba Junkies (SJ) and to stay in Mabul Island, a world-renowned location for underwater macro photography (and what a world it is!).

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Sarawak, East Malaysia

Back in November 2013, I had originally planned to make a 1.5 week trip to the Philippines after spending a few days in Kuala Lumpur to attend my friend’s wedding. Then super typhoon Haiyan devastated the Philippines. Many of the destinations I had originally planned to visit were in Haiyan’s path such as Coron and Bohol. It just wasn’t going to be the same although one could argue that “To see the world as it is, even at its worst” should be a “real” traveler’s motto. I might’ve done so had I had unlimited time but it was a long-awaited vacation and I wanted a vacation, as selfish as it is for me to say that. Thus, after forfeiting $250 in plane tickets, I purchased a ticket to East Malaysia, starting in Kuching, Sarawak.

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Malaysia : Final words

Lots of memories but too difficult to summarize so here are some highlights from my trip to Malaysia:

Spending CNY with family. It was quite awkward to meet up with family, yet familiar and fun at the same time.

Going to Port Dickson with Eugene’s family. It rained a lot that day! But we went to the beach, swam in the pool and ate a lot anyway. Four-hour breakfast buffet anyone?

Meeting up with some old schoolmates at mamak after futsal.

Meeting some new friends and even eating some yee sang with them. I didn’t like it as a kid but I’ve since changed my mind, it’s really good stuff and lots of fun to toss! “5” is my lucky (or not so lucky) number.

Going to a Zouk with some people but ended up sitting at a mamak stall outside, eating fishballs and quail eggs while enjoying the quiet street compared to the endless loudness of the club.

Spending quality time with family and friends, no matter what the activity or conversations.

Random photos:

(Grandmother decorated her plants with ang pows.)

(My aunts rolling little meatfloss-filled pastries for CNY.)

(The CNY goodies stash. Most families have these for all visiting guests.)

(Reunion dinner. Simple home-cooked food.)

(All malls are decorated like this. Year of the Rabbit.)

(Massive Malaysian feast.)

The package has arrived.

So a care package sent by my sister arrived today, after 2 weeks, which is not bad at all. This means I am now free to book my ticket for the next leg of my journey. I am most probably leaving on Feb 8th or 9th to Bangkok so expect the blog to resume to normal some time then.

Tomorrow is Chinese New Year. My family has spent the last few days cleaning their homes (the equivalent of American ‘spring cleaning’), as well as stocking up on supplies (drinks & snacks). Today, they are busy preparing tonight’s Reunion Dinner, as per Chinese tradition. It’s looking good so I’ll take some pictures and will post them up soon, as well as a few other randoms. After dinner tonight, per another Chinese tradition, we’re going to play some cards as well. High stakes stuff, 10 cent Blackjack.

A shoutout to my family/friends reading this, Happy Chinese New Year’s to you all. Stay warm!

Going a little insane

The past 2 weeks have been uneventful. The highlights were the rare occasions of going out with the entire family from my mom’s side to eat, the entire family from my dad’s side to do the same, and meeting up with some old friends for drinks and food, while sneaking in the occasional trip to the cybercafe or futsal game. Due to sheer boredom, I have also visited the malls a few times (choosing to take the local buses for the most part, which are fun because it’s like I am still backpacking), the first few to hunt for affordable books and the odd clothing item. I’ve learned that “affordable” isn’t such a common word in Malaysia anymore.

Examples: Lonely Planet guidebooks are $15-20 more than if I bought it new in America. A $70 Lacoste polo shirt back in the USA would cost $100 here. A pair of jeans at GAP would cost $100 when most go for $50 back in the USA. The alternative would be to buy non-branded items or buy knock-offs in Petaling Street (Be careful to examine the sizing properly, I had to learn the hard way). No wonder Malaysian visitors always end up buying suitcases full of clothing when they visit the USA, I can’t blame them.

I haven’t been taking many pictures of Malaysia because I’ve taken quite a few during my last trip back, especially of the food so I am too lazy to repeat them. Malaysia’s such a common sight to me that I don’t really find much that catches my attention. I haven’t been on a tear, eating everything up in sight, unlike my last trip back.

After my last trip in 2008, I vowed never to stay for more than 2 weeks on my next trip. I have been here for 2 weeks already with another 1.5 weeks to go and it’s torture. Friends and family are busy with their lives and I keep trying to think of ways to pass my time. I wanted to fly off to East Malaysia and visit for a few days but I failed miserably in my planning and tickets are now too expensive and the timing too tight. I thought of taking a bus to the east coast but it’s the monsoon season there and it’s been raining almost every day. So much for lying by the beach and checking out sea turtles. Seriously, next time I come back, I am not staying for more than 2 weeks. I used to say “I am paying $1200 to fly back, I might as well make it worth it.” But nothing is worth my sanity.