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First bites might last forever, but this sign probably won't. Hopefully this place isn't out of business permanently, cause that hot dog looks good.

Getting the Sinovac vaccine in Kuching

About a week ago, I got my first shot of the Sinovac vaccine. This experience was surprisingly painless, both in terms of the process, and the actual needle in the arm part. Whether or not everything was done properly is another matter, but I attended and had a needle that presumably had some vaccine in it come into contact with my arm, so that is good enough. Plus, MySejahtera (Malaysian national Covid app) now indicates that I have had the first dose, which is more than it shows for my dad (and he has actually had two doses of the Pfizer vaccine).

I registered to get vaccinated sometime in early June (can't remember the exact date). I found out about my vaccination appointment date a few days before it in early July. I hadn't checked for a couple of days, so I may have been given about a week's notice. I was surprised that I got a date so soon, as people had been registering since February and this phase of vaccinations only started in July. I was expecting a big backlog and a FIFO approach (but who knows how they organized it). The vaccine rollout is being done at a different rate according to each state, so I guess I was the beneficiary of Sarawak being on their game and getting people vaccinated quickly.

My time slot was at 8 am on a weekday morning, which is an annoying time as I had to leave early to account for any possible morning traffic (also, I had never been to the health clinic before). I took a Grab around 7 am and since traffic was light, I got there pretty early. There was already a decent-sized queue outside, but it seemed like the folks there were normal patients of the clinic. I saw a dude ask the security guard there about vaccinations and he was told that the vaccination site was at a different place, about 500 metres away. So, I walked to there, and it turned out to be at the site of the building where I did taekwondo as a kid. That old building is gone (it was pretty old and in need of refurbishment even back then) and there are a couple of fairly new and swanky looking buildings in its place. I was a little sad, as the old building was for the Orang Ulu (a group of indigenous people of Sarawak). Google tells me that the new buildings are for the Islamic Affairs department, which is cool and all, but I hope there is a new Orang Ulu building somewhere. 

I was greeted at the vaccination location by a fairly substantial queue, which I joined just before 8 am. I estimate that there were about 50-60 people ahead of me (the queue snaked around the building). The mood was pretty chill and it seemed like most people were in good spirits (perhaps happy to be getting vaccinated or just to have a reason to get out of the house). The queue went unexpectedly fast. I wasn't timing or anything, but it probably took about 10-15 minutes to get to the front and into the compound. After scanning in, I got into the first building, where I filled in and signed a paper form. I needed to get help as it was in Malay, but I felt a little less sheepish when I realized I wasn't the only person in that position. After filling in all the paperwork and scanning MySejahtera again, I was given a number and moved on to the second building where the vaccinations were actually taking place. 

I walked into a large conference hall/ballroom that had the vaccination booths at one end. I was directed to one of the booths, where there were three nurses (I presume nurses). Unfortunately, none of them spoke very good English. I wasn't too sure what was going on but I managed to figure out where to sit and I just rolled up my sleeve and presented my arm. Now, I am not actually sure what happened next as I wasn't really looking. I felt a tiny amount of pressure, but no actual pain. I think the needle probably broke the skin, but I am not sure. The nurse actually said "whoops", which concerns me slightly. The whole thing was over in a split second and my arm wasn't sore at all, so it left me wondering if the nurse had actually done things properly. I wouldn't put it past someone who is under pressure to vaccinate a whole bunch of people quickly in a short timeframe to not redo things if they fucked up. So I may or may not have been vaccinated properly. In any case, when receiving the next dose, I will watch carefully. 

After I was "vaccinated", I walked to the observation area (which was basically the rest of the hall) and sat down. There was a lady sitting beside me who seemed to have a fairly sore arm, which got me even more concerned. The lady in front of me decided to take a photo, which reminded me that this is something that I could do as well. So I did.

I waited out my time and then went to a check out table, where I scanned MySejahtera again. The nice young dude there asked if I was experiencing any negative effects (which I wasn't) and informed me of the date for my second dose. After this, I was all done and free to go.

All up, the whole thing took about an hour (including the observation time). I was impressed by the efficiency of the whole operation, as I didn't have to wait very long at any one step. They were clearly getting through a lot of people very quickly, which is great. Hopefully that wasn't at the expense of doing things properly (certainly in my case), but I guess time will tell. For what it's worth, my arm did feel a little weak for a few days after. Presuming that the feeling was real and not just in my head (psychosomatic?), then I probably did get some vaccine in me. As long as I got some exposure to the virus and my immune system has something to work with, it should be fine. 

Rant about comparing countries during pandemic times

The Economist has an index which is designed to measure/estimate the level of "normalcy" that countries are at (compared with pre-Covid times). Now, I actually really dislike these types of aggregated metrics. While not totally useless, it is just one organization's approach to estimating something that is impossible to accurately quantify. There is a degree of subjectivity in determining things like: what to include, what to use to measure it, and which countries to include (not to mention weighting of each indicator etc). This is unavoidable when tackling such a huge subject. While the individual country results for each indicator are interesting, I wouldn't put too much stock into the aggregate figures, and definitely wouldn't use them to compare countries. The reason why lists like these irk me is that they provide a numerical rank which other media outlets can lazily take and use to put out clickbait nothing content. "Country X is ranked in X position according to X organization for X thing!", while disregarding that X position is within a few points of 10 other countries and, with a slightly different methodology, could be significantly higher or lower. Not taking issue with The Economist, because at the end of the day, they made a good faith stab at understanding the situation. They have to produce content to stay in business (that subscription rate is pretty high). I'm just saying that this list (and others of its type) are probably closer to Buzzfeed top-10 list clickbait than readers would care to admit. The Economist normalcy index got my attention, and I only felt slightly less dirty reading it than a list of top ten ways to know if someone is attracted you (not that I have read too many of those *cough* *cough*).

I had originally intended on writing about the difference between New Zealand in 2nd place (Basically 1st as The Economist is being a bit naughty putting the "country" of Hong Kong in the list) and Malaysia in last place (among the 50-ish countries ranked), rather than ranting about edutainment. I am kind of losing steam and a desire to write seriously (let's rant away!). So, of course life in New Zealand is basically normal, the country has almost completely sealed off the borders and also has geographical advantages to keeping those borders sealed. The Sarawak/Kalimantan border can't really be controlled because it is miles and miles of jungle. So it remains a vulnerability and an excuse for Sarawakians to (mostly unfairly and in a somewhat racist manner) blame Indonesians sneaking across the border for problems in the state. "Oh, it is hard to control Covid in Sarawak because people will sneak across the border and bring more of it in." Well, even if that were the case, if there was a proper lockdown/MCO with stricter rules then at least the people who followed the rules would be safe. Also to my knowledge (which isn't great to be fair), the vast majority of people with Covid in Sarawak are Malaysians, not Indonesians. 

So to use an analogy, New Zealand with it's advantages is like a dude with a large penis. Sure it is nice to feel proud and not have to feel ashamed in the changing rooms, but at the end of the day, you personally didn't do anything to get a wang of that size and is it really something to be that proud of? (and you certainly shouldn't be rubbing it in other people's faces) Sarawak is like the dude with the average-sized member who thinks it's small because he sees big dick New Zealand manspreading without a towel on the changing room benches. Sure, you didn't get dealt the best hand, but it could be worse, and you should probably do what you can to compensate in other areas, like self-improvement (buying a big car don't count). How about you walk fearlessly into that communal shower and you wash your sweaty ass clean, because you don't want to get some sort of infection, right?

The analogy might not have been the most appropriate (in whatever sense you wish), but I think the sentiment is close enough. In my opinion, based on having lived there through pandemic times up until 6 weeks ago, there is a sense of complacency and arrogance in the New Zealand population. It's just my opinion, and I don't have the inclination to create a "complacency and arrogance index" to compare and rank different countries based on a number of factors selected by me, which I would then see if any media outlets would want to use to create freebie clickbait content (not that I have the same credibility as The Economist). I guess I'd just like to remind New Zealanders that you are no better or worse than anyone else in the world, you are just lucky enough to live in a country with natural advantages in dealing with a pandemic (isolated geographical location, strong food production, low population density etc) and a relatively less incompetent government (but still somewhat incompetent). You could be living in a country with a porous land border, and a part of the population that thinks attending gatherings during Hari Raya and other holidays are a risk worth taking during a pandemic. You could have a government that didn't have the stones to enforce a stricter lockdown/MCO before it was too late. I would love to insert several jokes about the Malaysian government, but there is a real possibility that I might cross the line.  I am not crazy and am not under the illusion that I have any real anonymity here (other than basically no one reading this blog).

While the mood in Malaysia seems to be pretty pessimistic, it's not like there isn't a reason for it. People here are suffering. Perhaps the government would be in a better spot to provide welfare and support for the people struggling here if it wasn't for tiny little things like corruption. Not going to dwell too much on corruption (I repeat, I am not crazy), but with a lesser amount of it, there would have been more money available to feed the folks who put white flags outside of their dwellings to ask for community support (which is really heart-breaking). Perhaps we could create a metric of super yacht and sports cars to starving people index, and rank countries based on that. I bet Malaysia would be pretty high on the list! Wait, there is a GINI coefficient? I guess that works. If we are going to aggregate data, then why not use GINI, the Economist "normalcy" index, the Corruption Perception Index (which is hilariously subjective, but it is in the name), some Covid infection and death figures, some economic figures and smush them all together to create a super metric to determine how fucked each country is. I think New Zealand will come out looking good! Relatively less fucked!

Life in Malaysia is much further from normal (whatever your definition of normal is) than New Zealand, and you didn't need a well-respected publication like the Economist to cobble together some data to tell you that. You could just take the word of some random, frustrated dude who is in lockdown/MCO in Sarawak, who is living off of instant noodles and peanut butter (not complaining, I am grateful I have food, plus I could put in more effort to eat better), who probably has drastically low melatonin levels from being cooped up inside all day (again I could make more of an effort there) and who is reflecting on the life choices that led him to this situation. I may or may not take this down soon, so I hope the 3 people who read my blog enjoy it while it is up.

Sarawak Quarantine Food

Here is a run-down of the food I was given during my time in quarantine in Kuching.  I don't consider myself to be a particularly picky eater, but there are some things that I quite dislike. I will also note that this food was provided free of charge by the government, so was obviously never going to be gourmet stuff. 

Breakfast

The basic composition of breakfast was some fried noodles or rice + some egg (omelette or hard-boiled) + a small bread roll/muffin/pastry. Like this:

The exception to this was getting a couple of dim sum style meals:

and nasi lemak on a couple of occasions:

It wasn't the best nasi lemak, but I love nasi lemak, so I was really happy with this.

I also got a western-style breakfast once:

This wasn't great, but it was something different. I was grateful for the larger than normal amount of protein in the meal.

Breakfast was easily the best meal of the day. The portions were about the size I would normally have for breakfast and every single meal was at least ok (edible). Some of the breakfasts were quite nice. There was this garlic fried rice one morning that I would actually go out and pay money for. I usually scoffed down everything at breakfast because I knew that lunch and dinner were going to be a crapshoot.

Lunch and Dinner

Lunch and dinner were basically the same, and consisted of a protein (usually chicken or fish) + some vegetables + some rice + fruit. Like this:

The rice came in a generous-sized portions. This was the one constant in all the post-breakfast meals, and was actually pretty tasty when warm. I think white rice gets a bad rap among the health-conscious in Western countries. Sure, it's not super nutritious and it has a high glycemic index, but in general, populations where it is a staple seem to do okay, health-wise. I find it to be very comforting, so I wasn't going to complain about eating it twice a day.

The vegetables were generally okay. It would have been great to get a slightly bigger portion of them, but for the most part, they were fine. There was also a wide range of vegetables, which included some local vegetables that I don't know the names of. There was one that is like bamboo that was pretty good. The only downside to the variety of vegetables is the inclusion of bean sprouts (which is a reasonable, I just happen to hate them); and bitter gourd/melon. Including bitter gourd (on multiple occasions) is puzzling, because it is super bitter and quite an acquired taste.

The fruit was fine as well. Everything was all pretty fresh for the most part. I enjoyed it when I got melon or orange. I ate apple the first few times I got it, but after that:

Apples have to be the most boring fruit in the world. I kept them all and they are currently sitting at the bottom of the fridge (I am hoping my brother will eat them).

The protein component of lunch and dinner was very hit and miss (usually miss). The main protein offerings were:

- Curry. This was the best outcome, as it ranged from mediocre to really good. There were some weak-ass thin curries that were lacking in flavour, but these were still edible and serviceable enough to flavour the rice. The best curries were genuine delicious, with a deep curry and meat flavour and a satisfying amount of fat sitting on top. This curry was one of the best things I ate:

- Sweet and sour chicken or fish. This was could be fried or non-fried before being coated with sweet and sour sauce. While it did taste good on occasion, the sweet and sour stuff was mostly fairly bad. The sauce usually had too strong a flavour of the sweet or sour and not enough of other stuff (like tomato sauce or fruit juice or whatever they used to make it). This was one of the better sweet and sour meals:

- Fish or chicken in some kind of other non-sweet and sour sauce. The chicken was generally decent and the fish was usually pretty bad. Fish that has been deep fried and coated with sauce is mostly edible, fish that was not fried but sort of stewed (thereby releasing fish oil into the sauce) is probably okay for some people when warm. It is absolutely foul when it is cold, and there is a layer of cold fish oil coating everything. This was the worst meal I had:

This was some kind of fish curry (I think). The flesh to bone ratio was not that high and I had the delight of having to deal with some scaly bits. Of course, it was cold when I got it, so it was like sucking tiny bits of cod liver oil covered fish off of scales and bones. I tried to eat it for a bit, but I nearly hurled, so I gave up on that.

- Deep-fried chicken or fish. This was the best fish, because it was crunchy and not super fishy. All of these were competently fried and didn't taste too bad when they were cold. The only downside to this option is that there was not enough sauce to accompany the rice. Fried chicken:

All in all, lunches and dinners were okay. I kind of wish there weren't meals that were adversely affected by being eaten cold, especially when meals were often delivered early. I can understand the lack of a consistent delivery time, as the staff probably had a lot to get through and wanted to deliver them all by the promised time (12 noon for lunch and 5.30pm for dinner). However, this meant that sometimes lunch would arrive at 10.45 and dinner at 4.15. You can't really make the choice to wait until later, as there was no way to heat up food. So I basically ate everything as soon as it arrived. 

Finally, the portion sizes were a little lacking when it came to the protein component of the meal. A lot of the fish and chicken was quite bony. This is fine, I am not one those folk who can only eat boneless chicken breast and fish fillets. However, if the food is quite bony, then it means there is less that you can eat. A pile of ribs looks like a lot, but you are really only eating half of what's there. There just wasn't enough meat included in these meals. Once again, I get it, the food is paid for with tax money and protein is expensive. Also, I have higher caloric requirements than your average Malaysian person and can't expect the government to budget calories for a 90kg dude. It just sucked to be hungry a good chunk of the time and have to rely on rationing the outside supplies I got sent.

Drinks

All meals were accompanied by a Yeo's brand drink, usually jasmine tea or soya bean milk. I did get ice-lemon tea a couple of times, but not after the first few days (maybe they ran out). Here is the range of drinks:

Room service

On a couple of occasions, the food was so bad I decided to supplement with room service. I got a burger and brownie both times. 

They were good. The brownie even came with a couple of macarons on top, which tasted fine.

Wrapping up

My biggest piece of food-related advice to anyone who is going to be quarantining in Sarawak (and intends on eating the food provided) is to let your quarantine hotel know your dietary preferences. Halfway through my stay, I told my hotel that I didn't like eating the fish, and they noted that down. I still got served some fish, but I probably avoided other fish meals. Also, eat your meals as soon as you can, as sometimes the meals taste a lot worse when cold. You could try to survive off of what is provided, but unless you have low caloric requirements, you will probably be hungry quite a lot. I tried to hold off ordering other food for as long as I could, but it is probably better for your well-being to eat the stuff you want to eat (especially since, you know, there is the whole thing of not having freedom of movement and the mental health risks that come along with that.)

The different colours of the view from the Riverside Majestic Astana Wing

The view is not something I normally consider when selecting a hotel. Hopefully, I 'd have something better to do than sit in my hotel room staring out the window. Normally, I just choose the cheapest room that that hotel offers, which means that I get a view of a parking lot or the building across the street. However, after spending two weeks stuck in a hotel room, I can see why some people are willing to spend a little more to get something pleasant to look at. I didn't get to choose my hotel or my room, but out of all the possible outcomes, I probably got really, really lucky.

My room looked out West over the Sarawak river, so I got some some nice sunsets. It also got extremely bright and hot between midday and 6pm. The view (including the window) looked mostly like this during this time:

It really was too hot to have the curtains open. Also, the sun reflected quite a bit off the river, which was not great for your eyes. So, most of my photos were taken in the morning and evening. 

One of the positives of having small windows was being able to be consistent in taking a photo of roughly the same area each time (even if the angle of the skyline was not always the same). There was only a limited range where I could avoid getting some window frame or the next door Hilton hotel in the shot. This is what my view of the Hilton looked like:

Not super interesting.

I am not the world's greatest photographer (in fact, I suck). Also, my phone camera isn't all that great. However, I hope that at least the general mood of the scene comes through.

Day 1, 6.41 pm

Quite a nice and subdued sunset on the first full day of quarantine.

Day 7, 9.24 am

This photo shows the positive effects of reduced commercial activity on the river. It was looking greener and clearer than I have ever seen it before. In the past, it could look pretty brown and muddy. The colour of the water and the reflection of the trees is something I would only expect further up in the less populated areas the river runs through.

Day 9, 7.04 am

The mountain (Mount Serapi?) in the distance is mysteriously shrouded with fog. 

Day 9, 6.58 pm

This was taken just as the sun disappeared into the horizon. The lights were just starting to get switched on.

Day 9, 7.07 pm

I like the difference between this shot and the one before. This was just 9 minutes later, but the street lights and building RGB have already taken effect, leading to the river having a dark blue colour.

Day 11, 6.20 pm

I like the long reflection of the sun in the river.

Day 12, 6.43 am

This was a peaceful morning. The sun was not visible (as it was on the other side of the building), but it was nice to get a hint that it was there.

Day 12, 3.13 pm

The clouds were magnificent, and seemed to enhance the sunlight. The picture was taken just as the weather started to change.

Day 12, 4.59 pm

Those beautiful bright fluffy clouds suddenly turned dark and we had an impressive tropical storm that set in really quickly. There was thunder and lightening and it was bucketing down with rain. This was taken when that was finishing up and we got some sun peaking through the dark clouds.

Day 12, 6.53 pm

The sun continued to come through and we got a very nice orange and yellow sunset.

Day 13, 6.34 pm

This was taken the last night before freedom. I accidently caught a tiny piece of the Hilton on the left side.

This might sound a little cheesy, but it really did help a lot to be able to look out of the window and see that the world outside still existed. The level of activity outside did drop after the movement order came into effect. It was a little surreal to see the river devoid of larger boats. I wonder how much better the fishing was for the folks out there in their little dinghies. 

Travelling in 2021

Boy, travel is a lot different than it was two years ago, huh?

Recently, I did the unthinkable and travelled from one of the safest places in the world right now, to a place that is in the middle of another wave of Covid cases. Apart from not being able to travel outside of New Zealand easily, life there is pretty normal. There are no restrictions on domestic travel, people don't really need to wear masks (outside of on public transportation) and signing in to places is optional. Sarawak is different. Masks are mandatory everywhere. Everyone needs to sign in and take their temperature before being able to enter into indoor public places. Currently, the state is under a movement control order where intercity movement is restricted and there is a 10pm curfew in place. Needless to say, I wouldn't have made the trip if it wasn't vitally important to get here. I was prepared for how shitty and stressful travelling would be, but even still, the actual thing was far worse than I expected. 

Booking tickets

I began looking for tickets in January. I booked flights on my two preferred routes to Kuching, one via Singapore on Singapore Airlines (SIA), and one via KL on Malaysian Airlines (MAS). Between these two tickets, there were a total of 8 changes, which included MAS cancelling their flight. At least they had a simple refund process and I eventually got my money back. 

I was more hopeful for the SIA flight, as Changi is a bigger hub and presumably there would be more travellers from NZ who would be transiting in Singapore on their way to other destinations. More worrisome was the flight from Singapore to Kuching, which is a once a week flight that did get rescheduled once. I also needed to do an emergency last minute rescheduling from the almost empty food court of the international terminal of Auckland airport, after my entry into Sarawak was denied for the third time. I booked my flight back to Christchurch while eating comfort McDonalds at 10pm.  

Getting permission to enter Sarawak

Sarawak is one of two Malaysian states that have autonomy when it comes to immigration matters. This meant that I needed to meet the requirements set out by the state government not the national government. These requirements are listed online in English, but are not super detailed. While the requirement for the validity of Covid tests done for entry into West Malaysia is specified in hours before the first flight of the journey, Sarawak's requirements were expressed in days before entry into Sarawak. This is important, because before I could enter into Sarawak, I needed to travel for 26 hours (10 hour flight, 11 hour transit in Changi....plus 5 hours getting up to and waiting in Auckland). This made timing very tight for getting a test in Christchurch and have it meet time criteria. I called the government helpline and was informed by a very insistent lady that I needed to take the test on Friday if I was entering Sarawak on Sunday. This gave me a window of about 34 hours from when I could first take the test until the time I flew out to Auckland. All the places in Christchurch where pre-flight tests were available gave a time of 24-48 hours for the results to be ready. So, I basically made my decision on where to get my test done on the basis of the one that advertised that they could quickly email out the results. This was a mistake, as I should have based it on if the test was signed off by a doctor, as this was a requirement (but was not listed anywhere on the official website). So while I got my first test results in time, it came in the form of a bodgy-looking word document that could have been easily falsifiable, and was just signed by some random person without a title. I was pretty dismayed when I saw it, but it did have all the information about the test and the lab it was done in, plus it was obviously too late to get another test done. I tried to apply three times using that crappy fit to fly certificate, but was rejected each time (at least the applications were reviewed quickly). The last one came after I had already arrived in Auckland, so yeah, that really sucked. I rescheduled my flight for three weeks later. It would have been safer to have tried to fly again as soon as possible, but I was pretty drained and didn't want to face all that again straight away. 

Long story short, three weeks later I went to a better place, which provided a certificate that met requirements. I actually had to call them up and beg to get a hard copy of the results on time, which I scanned and sent off. I was successful, which was great. However, just a reminder that at that time, there were no cases of Covid in the community in New Zealand. I would not have been able to get Covid if I tried.  

I am partially at fault for not trying to get more detail on what constituted a valid test in the eyes of the Sarawak government, and for assuming that a medical clinic in Christchurch wouldn't take $180 of my money and provide a really piss-poor service. My test results from the Riccarton Clinic did meet requirements and looked professional, so I can recommend them for that. Obviously, I am somewhat salty at the other place, and attribute some blame to them. Finally, I think the Sarawak government could have done a lot better with setting entry requirements. There is a tendency to be overly restricted and heavy-handed in the absence of greater research and understanding. Their policy was obviously designed primarily for people travelling from other parts of Malaysia to Sarawak, which is fine, but you can't make it almost impossible to travel from further away. Also, a more compassionate and reasonable response to my first application would have been to accept that there was basically a 0% chance I contracted Covid in New Zealand, and grant me entry, despite the crap test document I had.

Getting to Singapore

Checking in to the flight to Singapore was fine. I don't have airline status anymore, so needed to line up to check-in with everyone else. At this point, I was still riding a wave of supreme relief that I had entry permission granted, so I wasn't too fussed about that. Someone came around and took a temperature scan of everyone. Listening to the other folks waiting in line, it seemed like most people were travelling on to the UK. I listened in amusement to a pretty self-entitled middle-aged Caucasian lady insisting that she should get on an earlier connecting flight to the UK, because she didn't want to wait in Changi. The request was fine, but the way she expressed it was fairly rude. I feel for the staff dealing with air travellers during normal times, it must be much worse now given that travellers have to deal with more hassle and stress travelling. There is also the small matter of potentially being exposed to the virus on a repeated basis. There was a friendly young staff member at the head of the queue who was asking everyone where they were headed off to and making some small talk. When she asked me, I said "Kuching" and she had a look that was surprised and amused. There was no further chat after that. The rest of checking in was fine. I got both of my boarding passes and headed up to immigration.

Immigration was fine too. The staff at the security check were friendly and in good spirits. This is not normally the case. My bags were tested for explosives, because they always are in New Zealand and Australia. It really is a funny coincidence that I always get "randomly" selected. Again, I was too relieved to actually be travelling to be too annoyed about it. Plus, it was a non-Caucasian young man that did the testing. Can't be mad when the person doing it is probably subjected to it themselves.

I get through the security check and find a place to wait out the time before boarding. I notice another Caucasian/non-Caucasian split among the travellers there. Basically all the non-Caucasians were wearing masks and almost all the Caucasian folk weren't. 

My flight was fairly uneventful. One of the benefits of a global pandemic to a long-haul international flight is the airline occupancy rates. I would guess that the plane was at about 10% capacity. So I got a row of seats to myself (almost everyone did). I managed to get an hour or two sleep in a relatively horizontal position. The hour or two of sleep is usually pretty important, as there is a huge difference between some sleep and none, especially when you need to spend several hours waiting for your next flight. Which takes me on to:

11 hours in zombie Changi

I have written about my love for Changi airport before. It is hands down the best airport I have ever been to. Normally, a several hour layover in Changi is at worst, an okay experience and at best, a very enjoyable one. This was not normal Changi. This was Changi during Singapore lockdown, where there had been Covid clusters at the airport not long prior. So most of the airport was closed down and empty. Interestingly enough, it had the same smell that Kuching airport sometimes has, a musty smell of the carpets not being vacuumed often enough. I was pretty hungry at that stage, so I went off in search of food. That proved to be very difficult. Only two of the four terminals were in use, and there were only a couple of places in each that were open. Terminal One looked like this:

If you have ever been to Changi, you would know that this is bizarrely empty. 

There was a big catch when it came to trying to get something to eat. One needed to digitally sign in at food places first. This involves using the Singapore tracker app to scan a QR code to sign in. Fair enough, that is reasonable. However, after downloading the app, I found out that you needed to have some sort of immigration status with Singapore in order to register. This was punctuated with an exclamation mark in the app. "Please enter Singapore first!" (or something of that nature, I am paraphrasing). I took the exclamation to be friendly rather than hostile. But, this didn't help me. I couldn't register because I hadn't entered Singapore, and I couldn't enter Singapore. So I couldn't get food. This is a far cry from previous trips where you could enter into the country for a few hours just to eat at the excellent Changi staff food courts that are landside.

I was very grateful that Jane-o had the foresight to pack stuff to eat in my bag. I ate a bag of 12 mini-peanut slabs and 6 mini beef jerky sticks. Of course, all that sugar and sodium made me feel ill, but it was better than starving. It also made me aware of another objective I had in Changi, which was not to get sick before my next flight. You don't need to get Covid to get a fever and a cough, and having those would have been extremely problematic at that point in time. Thankfully, despite my elevated stress levels and a lack of sleep and proper food, I managed to stay healthy.

Flight to Kuching 

I thought my flight to Kuching would be almost completely empty, and it would have been if it weren't for a reasonable number of Mainland Chinese workers also taking the flight. Overall, this flight was probably about 10-15% full. Some of the Chinese dudes were wearing full-body protection, like plastic covering every part of their body, wearing both a face mask and a face shield, while also donning goggles and gloves. 

I was hoping for food on the flight (it was a Scoot flight, so this wasn't guaranteed), and I was treated to a strawberry croissant (bad croissant with really artificial-tasting jam inside), which I wolfed down. There was also a can of coke and a cornflake Ritter Sport. I was pleasantly surprised by the inclusion of European chocolate, but after a day of peanut slabs, I was in no mood for more chocolate.

Nothing else much to say about the flight to Kuching. Once I was on the plane, I was fairly relaxed. Regardless of what happened from that point on, I was going to be in Kuching. 

Going through immigration in Kuching

I was sitting near the middle of the plane, but I managed to pass several people by power-walking and ended up near the front of the queue. They separated us up into two lines (local and non-local) and hooked us up with a wristband with a QR code and got us to scan in using the Malaysian tracking app. The whole thing was a slow process. I won't go through all the details, but it seemed like everything was being done thoroughly. I also noted how just a few new physical barriers can change a very familiar place into somewhere that feels very different. I was given a few instructions and filled in some forms. I signed something and then went through immigration. I always feel really happy coming back to Kuching as a Sarawakian. It is a completely different thing from entering into the country as Malaysian in Kuala Lumpur. The Kuching airport staff are generally a lot more friendly and happy to communicate in English, rather than be annoyed that I don't speak Malay.   

I didn't have any check-in luggage, so I was the first to exit landside. I was instructed to start another queue to get on the buses to go to the hotels. This was around 8-9 pm, and I was hoping that I would get dinner (was still starving). We had to wait a while for the buses to leave, which they did in a convoy with a police car (police lights on) leading the way. For some reason, there were only 6 people on my bus, and we stopped by 3 hotels, of which mine was the last.

Arrival at the quarantine hotel

The super friendly bus driver took a picture of me in front of the hotel as proof that I had been delivered. I checked in, which involved more signing in to stuff. I got my room key and headed up to my room. When I arrived, I was very happy to see this:

and this:

and this was a nice bonus:

That last photo doesn't do the view justice, but I have plenty more that I took over the ensuing two weeks that I will post. 

After failing to make it to Kuching three weeks earlier, I had been having dreams about lying on a hotel bed and feeling relieved that it was over. Every time I would snap back to reality, so it felt pretty surreal to just be there and have that great weight lifted off of me. It is a feeling that I hope I will always remember, as I don't think I have ever felt that grateful for something in my life.