Brunei, Kota Kinabalu, Kuching, Malaysia, Miri, Sabah, Sarawak, Sibu

Hitchhiker’s Log: From Kuching to Kota Kinabalu… and beyond

DAY 1 (Kuching – Sibu)

Maarten, the vegetarian veterinarian, and i, the fantastik filosofa, we leave Kuching at 8:30 a.m. and have seven different drivers. Among them father&son duo, primary school teacher, cybercrime detective, gambling machine repairman… they all bring bring us a bit further on our way. It is interesting to note when the way people earn a living reflects their attitude and vice versa; for example, the detective kept talking about the dangers of hitchhiking.

In general, there is hardly anyone who doesn’t remind us that Sabah is very far and we should better take the bus. We smile and answer that we like to take it slow. Slow or not, in the evening we have covered around 400km with seven lifts. In Sibu we check in at Hai Ping Inn (RM 55/double) opposite the big market hall where we have dinner (mee goreng=fried noodles) and also breakfast (bananas, papaya, oatmeal).

DAY 2 (Sibu – Batu Niah)

Daisy makes a detour for us, yippie! She passes her own home to drop us a couple kilometers out of Sibu at a highway junction in the suburbs. This makes it so much easier for us to get a ride. Terima kasih, Daisy πŸ™‚


Today we get six lifts and travel about 330km. We meet people from all walks of life, among them a palm oil plantation owner and a young truck driver transporting palm oil. When the latter drops us at a junction close to Batu Niah it is getting dark already.

A young truck driver after a long shift picks us up on his way to a rest area. We have dinner and check in at TTL Motel (RM85/double) and decide to go to Niah Caves the next day.



DAY 3 (Batu Niah – Miri)


Starting off with sharing a watermelon from the local market and some bananas


We are lucky to get a ride from an elderly man in a 4WD vehicle which seems to be oversized for him, at some times. Be that as it may, he decdes to bring us all the way to Niah National Park HQ. We are forever grateful for his token of generosity. 


We register and leave all luggage at the infodesk with Stefanie. Then take our time to take in the amazing rock formations and huge caves. We find excavation sites and a lot of information in both museum and along the trail. Even with all the best apparatuses it is impossible to wrap up and capture what we encounter here with all our senses!

I smell the green moss, i see the swiftlets’ nests in the ceilings, i follow the waterdrops falling from stalactites 30m above my head, i smell the air laden with the stench of bat droppings, i see insects with 20cm long antennas and ants almost as big as my pinky toe (for real!), and every now and then i taste the sweat off my upper lip and feel the t-shirt sticking to my chest and back. It truly is an all-round envelopment in raw nature experienced with all the senses.

After we get back to the parking lot at the Park Headquarters, I ask two girls in a 4WD where they are going: Miri. And yes, we can join! No problem. Like that, this day turns out to be perfect yet again. Arriving in Miri we check in at Dillenia Guesthouse (RM30/dorm). Maarten and I have the entire house for ourselves πŸ™‚


Considering the difference between eyes and tablet camera and the fact that we (Maarten & me) are taking in nature with all of our senses, I decide to make an exception to the rule and post no pictures of Niah Caves – it was sweaty and smelly. Sometimes we heard clicks of bats echolocating their way through the darkness. If you want to have a taste of what it looks like around the Niah Caves please refer to the photos you find in abundance online … you’ll be best served by watching these amazing high-quality pictures and i’ll be spared waiting for 5 minutes for an amateur picture to get uploaded.


DAY 4 (Miri)


Chill out in Miri.

   Nowhere to go.

     No one to be.

         Nothing to do.




DAY 5 (Miri)

We check out Lambir Hills National Park today. When we come back it is already past 4 p.m. so we agree to spend a third night in Miri. Back at the guesthouse we meet two nice Australian women, two truly inspiring human beings. We share dinner with them and listen to each other. We talk about the state of the world, vegan living, letting go, we talk about permaculture, spirituality, time, communication, privilege… we lose track of time, and that’s always a good sign. The food is great, the mood is mellow, the vibe is groovy. We walk back to the hostel, listen to Mooji, and take rest.



The National park is called Lambir Hills but in fact we don’t hike any hills but explore the rainforest and take a dip at several waterfalls. Yes it goes up & down and the trails are somewhat slippery at times, but it’s not real hiking what we do. More like having an afternoon walk with some take away picnic at the waterfall.

Maarten and our benefactor Eric who brought us from Miri to Lambir National Park


M & M @ Lambir Falls


Orang coklat just love to take pix with orang putih (white men). In the background, Latak Waterfall.


We walk another 2km and arrive at Pantu Waterfall. Here we meet three people from Brunei. We introduce ourselves and soon after that they start their return to Park Headquarters. Maarten has a short power nap at the waterfall while i dip in and save a hornet looking insect from drowning in the pool. After a couple of hours we are back at Park HQ and get a ride from the aforementioned Brunei homies. They drop us at Dillenia, our guesthouse and bid us farewell. Oh might as well stay a third night in Miri πŸ™‚


DAY 6 (Miri – Brunei – Sipitang)

In the morning, after a workout, a shower and a big breakfast we hitch a ride to the border to Brunei.


Once we exit Malaysia it is quite easy to stop a car going to Bandar Seri Begawan (B.S.B.). John picks us up with his silver Proton. He is rather nervous, checks our passports (which, in the course of the day, will get stamped 10, yes, ten times) asks us several times if we have any drugs or guns (‘… no, only love and understanding…’) He wants to help but understandably he doesn’t want to get any trouble.


At the next border we bid farewell and are picked up immediately by a friendly family – they are heading to Limbang!

On the way there is not much to see, really.


BRUNEI. The biggest highlight is the the roads. They are in superb condition and could easily pass as a german Autobahn.


The happy family drops us at the market place in Limbang, a lovely little town at a river.


God knows we’re lonely souls


After working through a ton of mixed vegetables with plain rice at Kuali Coffeehouse (Purnama Hotel) I go over to a man on a scooter to ask for the best place to hitchhike. He gives us directions and expresses his doubts about our chances.


And if it looks like this baby you doin it right


We walk around the corner and stop there to try our luck. I enter a shop to get some cardboard and write the words “BOLEH TUMPANG” on it with a permanent marker while Maarten shows up on the road with his impermanent thumb. It takes about three or 4 minutes for my sign to be finished. At E a car stops, Maarten talks to the driver to find out that he’d go to Lawas but wants us to pay for it. Nah… Just when i start filling the final G another car pulls over. First i don’t recognise him: It’s the guy we met 10 minutes ago on his scooter! His name is Naim. He is willing to bring us to Lawas. And he apologizes that he cannot bring us any further… (u kidding me, right?) 

Naim says he goes there anyway to play tennis with some friends… but it all turns out differently. We start talking, he keeps driving, we pass borders, our conversations go way beyond the usual ‘Where are you from?’, ‘What’s your name?’, ‘What do you do for a living?’. We share stories & dreams & aspirations. We share views about education, religion, friends, travel and family and he decides to bring us a little further. He smiles and says it’s only two hours for him to drive back… (what?) It’s getting dark now. He goes on; there is no good spot here for us to hitch another ride. So he prefers to drive us another ten minutes.

We finally end up in Sipitang and agree that our meeting must be takdir (fate). Here he points out the beautiful sunset and helps us find a nice and affordable place to stay named Dhiya Esplanad (RM60/double). The least we can do is invite this saint to have dinner with us and of course, exchange contact details.


This is why I love to travel like that!
Encounters like these remind me how hitchhiking can be one of the best ways to connect with local people, make friends easily and come around cheaply.



DAY 7 (Sipitang – Kota Kinabalu – Kundasang)

Today a couple takes us for a ride out of town, then a family brings us a bit further. Next a woman who used to be a long-term traveller herself and is now working for the Ministry of Education is so kind and drives us to KK. At sunset we hitch a ride with a couple who get out of their way and pass their home to bring us all the way to Kampung Berungis. For this extra-route we are especially grateful because our being at this crossroads means that we have a chance to reach Kundasang. It is dark. We find a good spot where it is not dangerous to stand at the roadside. I take a flashlight and point it at my friend Maarten who has his headlamp activated and is holding our sign “BOLEH TAMPUNG”.

We are lucky!! After ten minutes a car passes us and comes back three minutes later; we get picked up by a young man called Mislan. He goes to Kundasang – our place is on the way, great! The car is a freaking fridge and the music deafeningly loud but no complaints. He brings us over 60kms straight to Halelujah Retreat Center.

It’s been a loooooong ride dude and worth it all along. Quite an adventure and super easy, innaway. It’s true what they say: Universe chimes in to help you once you set your mind on doing something. Desires fulfilled, we are tired & happy we made it. For a couple days we’re off the road again – Halelujah!


When we arrived yesterday evening this was all covered up in fog, looking mysterious and promising. The next morning we are very lucky because for a couple of hours the misty blanket has lifted to reveal Mount Kinabalu’s majestic peak.



A week has gone by.


We have travelled about 1,300km.


We haven’t paid a single ringgit for transportation.


We have made the acquaintance of at least 50 people.


We are humbled and inspired to emulate the generosity, hospitality and friendliness exemplified by Sarawakians and Sabahans.


Thank you thank you thank you.


Surprisingly we all fit into that minisculo vehiculo


A happy couple takes us much further than expected


In case you also think about hitchhiking in Malaysia, i highly recommend it! As two like-minded hitchhikers say, it truly is como abrir una caja de sorpresas. The less you expect the more you get. The hospitality and friendliness of the people here will render you speechless.

Before you embark on your journey though, it is a good idea to check this site which provides valuable info on hitchhiking in Malaysia.

There are some nice anecdotes and tips on Melissa’s inspiring blog here.


Some things turn out to be really useful as a hitchhiker:

  1. Sharing the experience with a buddy helps a lot; it is way easier to keep smiling when someone you know is nearby, and when you share travel stories time goes by faster, too
  2. Holding up a sign saying ‘Boleh tumpang’ helps
  3. Keeping in mind the next cities or towns in the direction you want to go to.
  4. Being prepared that people want to make your trip easier by dropping you off at a bus station because they are unfamiliar with the concept of hitchhiking
  5. Knowing some basic local speak, in this case Malay/Chinese will enable you to connect with your benefactors, get off the beaten tourist track and have a good laugh


Some phrases have helped us most to get a free ride in Sarawak and Sabah:

  • Tumpang = to have  lift
  • Boleh / Tidak boleh = Can / Cannot
  • Mana anda pergi = Where are you going?
  • Tolong = Please
  • Terima kasih (Sarawak) / Bon sikou (Sabah) = Thank you


You are bound to learn more phrases as you go. It’s such an easy and fun-to-learn language! Find out more about that (and other Malaysian qualities & quirks) in the next post. If you want to be notified, consider following my blog… someone told me it’s sexy πŸ˜‰



    Lundu, Sarawak

    Heaven of Borneo

    View from the campsite


    There is a small coastal town called Sematan in the northwest of Lundu. We take the local bus for RM4 which is currently less than 1€. We each have dua besar pinggu (=2 big plates) of food at Sematan. With full bellies we embark on a boat with a guy called Apek (110RM incl. return). At noon the three of us arrive at Tanjung Datu National Park.

    After a snack and a short siesta we climb up the short trail to the view point.


    My travel mates are Carla, a german dreaddy who just came from Down Under and Maarten, a belgian vegetarian veterinarian who came straight from India to the construction site at Lundu Beach Resort. I met them both at Lundu and I like’em. Maarten informs us that the last part of the road from Sematan to Teluk Melano (a quiet jungle village) is going to be built soon.


    Once the last stretch of tar will be plastered many visitors will be able to drive there; until then, Teluk Melano is only to be reached by boat – or on foot, thru the jungellll πŸ˜€ This means we gonna hike more or less untrodden trails… trails that might soon become pathways and roads.


    Ahhh… how we enjoy swimming in cystal-clear water and have a rest at the beach campsite near National Park HQ


    I had a good night’s sleep in the hammock… my friends too, well more or less; with a deafening BOnKk!! fruits crash like stones on the metal roof of their hut; sure enough, the squirrels have their fun with those bipeds down there below the trees.


    A real challenge for tree huggers


    Next morning we walk through the jungle on astonishingly beautiful trails and spot small geckos and big lizards, branchiating monkeys, huge colourful butterflies, a snake that scurries away into the thickets… it’s so amazing to walk through this (almost) pristine rainforest.


    Breathe. Just take this in for a moment. Breathe. Smell the ocean breeze. Breathe.


    Some friends also do walks during the night with flash lights to discover nocturnal creatures and savour a magnificent sunrise…


    After having spent two sunshiny days & nights under the stars in this national park it becomes perfectly clear why they call this place ‘Heaven of Borneo’.


    Before heading back to mainland (it feels so much like we been on an island!!) Before we return to Sematan by boat, we trek through the jungle with enough water, bags and hammock to Teluk Melano where all the boats are leaving from every morning. This means, in effect, hiking 3.7 kilometers up down up down, crossing rivers, passing beautiful beaches, spotting wild animals but no hornbills, sorry Maarten… eventually arriving soaking sweaty and happy to stay for a night at Fanorama Homestay.


    A super friendly family homestay in a small & quiet village. Helpful in every way. Since we were volunteers at Project Orangutan they charged us less than usual. Plus, they made sure we get a boat next morning. Terima kasih, Nur!


    All in all we stay 3 nights at Tanjung Datu and then, on Monday morning, we take a boat back to Sematan to start our hitchhiking trip towards Sabah.


    Hitchhiking back to Lundu is really a piece of cake. Cars even bother to stop and explain to us why they can’t take us right now. After two hours we are back in Lundu. We pack our backpacks and give essential instructions to the newly arrived supervisor. Get some goodies at the local market. Hitchhiking to Kuching takes us only another two hours. People are amazingly friendly and helpful. More about our hitchhiking adventures in the upcoming post. Stay tuned ^_^

    Kuching, Lundu, Sarawak

    Exploring West Sarawak

    When we do not work…

    or play beach-volleyball…

    or enjoy the view…

    or chillout at the campfire…



    … we use our time to explore the surroundings.

    One fine day a carpenter from Scotland named Dave who volunteers at Matang Wildlife Centre (22km west of Kuching) comes to finish work on some doors, handles, locks etc. Konrad, Karla, Leon, Joy and me borrow his car and decide to hike for an hour to the most beautiful waterfall in this region. What is shown on the photos is a mere fraction of what there is to see; there are trails following the river up up up to more than ten waterfalls, each more beautiful than the previous, providing spectacular views over the entire rainforest with semingly endless variations of green. Indescribable.


    Refreshing pool at the end of the hike


    Sharing, Thailand

    Natural mystic flowing Khao Sok



    On the way to Krabi

    Spending three days in a national park certainly leaves its mark on body & mind. To get there, I decide to hitchhike for the first time in Thailand.

    It worx well. With Kygo sounds and sunshades I take a seat on a pick up truck und ab die Post. The first takes me to the pier, the second to Krabi and the third to Phrang Nga. From there I get a free ride on a police scooter to the bus station for 50 baht. I understand his all too benevolent farang grin, get some pad thai into the system and catch a local bus north to Takua Pa and then back the same road for half an hour and east to arrive at Khao Sok at dusk.

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    Ko Lanta, Sharing, Thailand

    Shrooms in the Park


    Yep dez me sarong over there … i found an empty beach after all … where? the hell i gonna tell. In a year or two this one will be under siege as well.


    Jungle preparation


    Magic sets in and changes perception, mood and mental proliferation in a most natural way. Life’s not about sleeping. It’s about waking up. About opening up to mother nature.


    Kutis of the Meditation Center on Ko Lanta




    Very tall…


    … very small


    The nature trail was indicated as a 1 hour trail… ok. We were walking for three hours. Arrived at the Lighthouse at sunset. Best timing always happens out of time.



    Bamboo Bay and Lighthouse



    Quiet, noble, and unhurried


    “The danger is restricted” (I laughed my ass off, but I guess you have to be there to find that funny)


    Mamuang sea star sticky kao


    Dinner in Old Town (Ko Lanta Yai East Coast)


    Penang Hill


    After the walking in National Park the day before  I stay at Bodhi Heart. Many people arrive. They bring loads of food to the hall. I learn that these are the parents and relatives of novice monks and nuns. We eat.

    I sit down at the tea house to meditate. Children come and also a woman. We talk. And what do i hear? These are the exact novitiates that stay at MBMC. Yes, the meditation centre in town that I wanted to go to but couldn’t because the abbot said it wouldn’t be suitable for yogis due to a novitiate programme taking place from Dec 1-14. Now they have come here to Bodhi Heart Sanctuary to put on robes and to be instructed as samaneras.


    Young girls in robes strike the gong


    It is Sunday and thus, the appropriate time to go hiking. There is a train leading up to the hill but I am not interested as my feet are hungry to walk and my skin is ready to sweat. I leave at about 7.30 a.m. and reach the top at around noon. On the way, Liu gives me a water flask. Later I am invited to have some coffee. And I have a nice talk with some guys at a rest area. A newspaper article informs me about a 70-year old man who gives hurtful and effective massages there every day at 4.30 p.m. For free.


    Moniot Road on Penang Hill


    Top hill station and train (fast!) in view

    When I come to the hill top I finally see what I tend to call ‘the business’. It’s not that I don’t like tourists. I only try to avoid or dodge tourist settings because I have come to know them as ripoffs. Locals can’t see the people they are dealing with because their eyes are dealing with the money they get from them. It’s not as bad as the ‘fuck-the-farang’ attitude i encountered in Thailand from time to time. But still, tourist place is tourist place. It’s poisoned… in a jan delay sense if you catch my drift I know you do.


    On Penang Hill with everyone





    Buddha Light Vihara




    After going up it goes down down down…


    … to Penang Hill train station

    In the evening… visit Burmese temple (Wat Chaiya Mangalaram) and get some food in Little India and, still not enough, still not tired, take pictures of mural art in Georgetown. Then on my way home by bus trip I see a procession of Chinese dragons pass by. Some people try to balance a 10metre flagpole on their forehaed or chin. Traffic comes to a full stop. Nothing goes. Artists and musicians dance in the street while I read the Malukyaputta Sutta in the air-con bus homewards.


    Smiling faces wherever i go πŸ™‚


    Mural art on step by step lane




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