At Senai, we were very 'kiasu' indeed. We queued before the counter was opened!
Off we go!
So as to kill time, Daniel was being brought around to play with anything he can get his hands on...
Dad's specs
Touch screen on flight info
Candies
The moment I arrived in the hotel, I immediately unloaded my burden... putting Daniel on a huge sofa which was later shared by cousin Xing Ning. Baby is 10kg now... causing me to demand some massage from ZX everynight.
This is Miri. Most amazingly, it's as clean as Singapore! I did not see a single rubbish or even pot hole on the roads. Amazing... And there are quite a lot of Chinese living in the town as well. I took this view from my room, we were staying at Imperial Hotel. Not bad at all, as the banquet was held there as well and there was a shopping mall connected to it, it makes the whole journey very convenient.
This is the place we had our 1st dinner. The seafood can't beat Sabah's of course but I guess if you bring a big group of 40 to eat, people tend to be stressed - the chefs, the waiters and not to mention the host. That reminds me, I guess I have to applaud my dad for managing a bigger group when the clan came to Sabah for our wedding.
The hotel lobby... a background where we can shoot "We've been to Sarawak!"
Daniel is still refusing to crawl! He'll cry in frustration and fury if we don't lift him up ASAP.
So while ZX and I went for a massage, everyone else from ZX's family took care of him. Feeding him apple, cereal... and pineapple!!!!
Church wedding was interesting... we had a wedding mass.
Apparently, Hong Ko is marrying a bumi (Kenyah, to be exact) so it makes the whole trip to be very cultural indeed. I have never been this close to the bumi culture, not even the Kadazans back in Sabah. Don't get me wrong, I do have a lot of Kadazan friends but I guess they have definitely rid some of the old practices.
Wedding dinner was at the very hotel we were staying. Thumbs up for the convenience!!
Hong Ko's mother in law actually have long ears, from the enlarging of the hole piercing. Then I concluded, Sarawakians tend to keep the culture more fervently than Sabahans.
And our last meal in Miri where I realised Daniel really likes being part of the eating community.
