A tribe of nuns has moved into the Hoover.
A tribe of Buddhist nuns in white dresses has moved into the Hoover.
The whore moved out.
Next door is a nun now.
I better keep my porn down.
Those cam girls can scream like the best of them.
The Hoover surprises me in ways that I thought it couldn't.
Will the whores make a guest appearance tonight?
Will the presence of holiness tone down the loud giggles and pranks of the night crew that love nothing better than making a racket in the entrance area?
I don't know.
Sarah who works at the last hotel I stayed at walks past my window and I say hello.
I'm very sociable like that.
She's Indonesian and quite tasty.
Now she knows where I live and is welcome to knock on my door anytime.
But I won't hold my breath.
The aircon gang was outside my window today.
'Please close your window,' said one of the workers.
I close my window, cutting myself from the street life. It's lonely in here now.
I always have my window open and just love watching the comings and goings of the Sarawak people. I'm on the pulse of it. It's walking past my window.
The manager says how did I recover from getting a drenching yesterday.
Seemed to have survived, I said.
Even I couldn't remember that far back.
They are a concerned bunch at the Hoover. There's no knocking on the door saying I haven't paid rent. I paid twenty minutes past midday today.
Seems about a good time to pay rent from the look on the receptionist's disinterested face. He is sitting inside the office that is separated by iron bars. This place has that jailbird feel to it. It really does set the tone nicely.
They know I'm uncover covering the red light district of Kuching.
They have given me their blessings.
More to the point, they are happy that I've given their hotel a go.
They know I can afford to stay at a better place but I've chosen this one.
How else can I document the seedy side of Borneo?
They aren't sure. Luckily they aren't mind readers.
The parliament is being dissolved.
Sararawk doesn't even vote the same day as the rest of Malaysia. Even Sabah must conform, and it's on the same island of Borneo.
Is this saying something, that perhaps Sarawak is a very interesting place that attracts weird tourists like myself?
Perhaps.
