Photo courtesy: Shoestring@wts wikivoyage — Wilkmedia Commons
I didn’t have any expectations of the town with a name like money tinkling in a cash register. So I was pleasantly surprised by an orderly city along the fast moving Sarawak River.
A wide walkway wove parallel with the muddy river where a mosque stood along with colonial architecture and a Chinese temple. Across the river stood the Astana, a white palace set among a verdant landscape. I spent most evenings walking this pathway as people meandered by, their hands gripping a tasty gem. Not far from the waterfront, I found a perfect Malay restaurant. Soaking up the delights of this casual city, I did nothing else but wander with no particular direction in mind.