Borneo: Kuching in Sarawak

In the early hours of the morning along the Kuching riverfront, there was leisurely vegetable peeling and washing of chicken parts as shops and stalls started to open for business.

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.