Kuching Food Quick Tour.
Kuching Orang Utan.
Kuching Native Long House.
As you probably have guessed from my title, I was heading solo to the National Park of Mulu Caves.
Why? Because after being a Malaysian for so long, the idea of not yet visited one of the most famous UNESCO World Heritage locations in Malaysia - World Largest Cave, shamed me, when most of the foreign travellers I've met have been there done that.
Mulu Cave image taken off google image.
Hearing the legends of the Deer Cave, it's hard to imagine to be standing in the middle of the largest cave chamber on earth and has an easy fit of 100 boeying 707 planes without a hunch.
However, this was true until last year (2009) where Son Doong Cave in Vietnam overtook the largest cave title in the world. (Damn, now I have to make a trip to Vietnam again)
Now after a month of research, I found the one cheapest way to get to Mulu Caves.
First I need to get to Miri.
So from KL, the only way is to fly to Kuching, and not wanting to spend the extra money on a flight from Kuching to Miri, and since I have all the time in the world to spare then, I decided to get on the road.
More like 13 hours on the off-road.
Urgh. Remind me never to do that again.
Once you've arrived at Miri, head straight to the airport to board another short flight to Mulu.
Here you would experience riding a Fokker 50 properller that would rendered you wondering if it would actually be safe to fly in the first place.
I meant, gosh, the plane was so tiny!
It was like boarding a toy plane.
the only airline that flew to Mulu: MASwings
With plastic propellers.
Oddly, the sight of a stewardess inside the Fokker was comforting. Perhaps it took the resemblance of one of those shitty American budget airlines with horrid tiny planes that shook the entire flight journey out of my mind.
So I turned back to take one last glance at the runway, prayed and boarded the plane.
God be with me
Soon I was off the ground.
Trapped like a sardin in a tin can, I peered out the window to stare at a seemingly wobbly weak wing of the plane piercing through the sky.
Called me a chicken, but I was feeling slightly uneasy. With every cloud the plane passed through, came turbulence that had me on the edge of my seat and hands gripped at the side.
As close as the distance looked on the map, it was a 30-min journey from Miri to Mulu.
So after quarter of an hour, the pilot was announcing our descend soon.
The sight down there, was br.ea.th.ta.king.
In that instance, I forgot all about my fear and realisation of me hovering on top National Park of Mulu Caves has hit me.
It's Mulu. I was in Mulu!
The very essense of Malaysia. East Malaysia! The reason why Malaysia was such a beauty, the reason why travellers flew thousand miles from their homeland to see. A true blue rainforest in the heart of Borneo.
Now I've been to the national park in West Malaysia, but this was entirely different. Nothing could compete with the wilderness on offer here. Like I said, a true blue rainforest in the heart of Borneo.
Oh Em Gee was that a river?
A real river inside a real rainforest!
God it was so beautiful.
My heart was thumping like crazy, I couldn't remember the last time I was this excited looking at a view out of a plane.
Not with Spain, not with London, not even with Japan.
Soon we arrived in front of a very expectedly tiny airport that was of Mulu airport.
And a sign that would really make your heart skip a beat.
A quick unload of luggages, locating my luggage,
An ungrateful and speedy wave to the smallest plane behind...
And I was out of the airport and on my way to the National Park of Mulu Caves.
Standing in front of the long green walk-way with a luggage behind me, I eagerly anticipated the discovery of this journey ahead.
