![Sampan on the Kuching river](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yHuuOS_-50GEGnIU2nz04rmKiQy4rTOOIDUnV0JciF5kXlUbtO43pbc6vz0JDnPWtH5v9Zade4Gy9rW5a0Mr0d5ZQHLh78v2MTTKyJ08s1t8QpJgrp_C-pQfbrdAZ4Ae3l2K7AWSCkoM/s200/Sampan-on-Kuching-river-blog.jpg)
Sampans chugged across the water struggling against the fast-flowing tide on the cocoa-coloured river. There was the sound of distant throat clearing. An old lady with a curved back carried a pink potted plant in one hand while picking up litter with the other. I chatted briefly to a cat before turning back to the hotel to exchange damp clothes for fresh before, once again, heading to the airport for flight four out of five to Sabah.
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