Miri

We are in hot, humid Miri.  Several mosquitos are keeping me company as I type. Using a sticky keyboard over a sticky internet connection - extremely s...l...o...w.  Harold is catching up on the soccer at the golf estate where we are staying.  The infamous sound of vuvuzelas is overpowering the commentary.  This awful sound is wrapping itself around the world.  It seems to be everywhere.  Grrrr..

The flight over Sarawak was spectacular.  We followed the coastline and could see several huge winding rivers pouring brown, black or green colour into the sea.  Sarawak is a green world with bits of scarred landscape which might indicate impending suburbia or new plantation. 

We spent the afternoon doing a bit of exploring in downtown Miri and had an evening meal at an outdoor makan ? (food) stall complex at Brighton Beach.

It seems to be the place where Mirians gather at sunset with their families.  It appears to be the nearest sandy beach to town.  We took a Teksi (taxi) home and will have second dinner just as soon as I finish this.