Refer to "Sarawak" in the Travel Section of this website for more photos from my 2008 trip there. 

The Astana, home of the White Rajahs in the 19th and 20th centuries when Sarawak was under the rule of the Brooke regime

A "five-foot way" in front of shophouses in the Main Market, Kuching

Atap Street, a Chinese bazaar in Kuching', where houses used to have atap (palm leaf) roofs in the 19th century 

The present-day riverfront boulevard in Kuching, capital city of Sarawak

The present-day Courthouse in Kuching facing the Sarawak River, where much of the action during the Chinese Miners' Rebellion of 1857 took place

Model of a Fish-Eye Junk at the Chinese Historical Museum in Kuching. Immigrants from southern China went on sea journeys in these boats to Borneo in the 19th century, where they made a living as miners, plantation workers, or merchants.

A kopitiam (local coffee shop or teahouse), a popular joint in towns and bazaars in Sarawak

Modern-day Bau, a mining town since the 19th century, about 22 miles from the capital Kuching. Its gold mines attracted many Hakka (Chinese) immigrants to its locale in the 19th century. Its former name was Mau San, named after the shape of the mountain shaped like a hat.

The remains of the famous flag pole in Mau San, perhaps the only remnant of the mining town that was destroyed after the failure of the Miners' Rebellion against the Brooke regime in 1857

Site of the miners' town of Mau San which was destroyed after the failure of the Miners' Rebellion in 1857

The temple in Jugan, where the leader of the Hakka miners and of their rebellion against the Brooke regime was buried after he was killed in the rebellion

Entrance to Ghost Cave in Bau, where widows and orphans of slain Hakka miners took refuge and were burnt or smoked to death following the failure of the Miners' Rebellion. An altar was erected at the entrance to appease the spirits of the dead in the cave.

Present-day Siniawan, a bazaar about 5 miles from Bau Town, the scene of the bloody battle between the Hakka miners and James Brooke's men on February 24th, 1857

A boat crossing between the banks of the Sarawak River at Siniawan, a riverside bazaar about 5 miles from Bau

Present-day Buso, another bazaar upriver about 5 miles from Bau, another scene of the massacre of Hakka miners as they fled from Kuching after their rebellion failed

Up the river from Kuching into Dayak territory, where this native tribe used to headhunt in days of old

Interior of a Dayak longhouse

The pain is in the story that's unfolding, the sadness and pathos it invokes, to the point that I cry whenever I reread the all too poignant and emotionally charged scenes. Placing myself in some situations in the story reduces me to tears. And yet, they have to be written. 

A good number of chapters in my novel in progress are set in a Bidayuh longhouse. The difficulty is in the remoteness of the subject matter. Writing about the Bidayuh Dayak tribe of Borneo, their customs and lifestyle, in the ninetheenth century is a challenge, to say the least. My sojourn to a Bidayuh kampong, Ana Rais, during my visit to Sarawak in February was helpful, but could not satisfy my story needs, and I came away with many unanswered questions, some of which had not come up until I actually got down to writing those chapters involving my Bidayuh characters. I found myself treading on thin ice. How could I write about these longhouse natives from pre-colonial days when I had only been briefly acquainted with a twenty-first century Bidayuh kampong? Seeking a mentor who could be a source of reference on the Bidayuhs has so far been futile. Books on the subject matter are next to zero. I therefore have resorted to the Internet, to find information on the many aspects of Bidayuh life in the nineteenth century. And I have not been disappointed. There is a wealth of knowledge out there on my subject matter. But how reliable is this pool of information? When the first draft of the novel is completed, I will have to negotiate someone who would be able and willing to read the draft and point out any errors regarding the Bidayuhs. But that will be another problem. 

Suffice it to say that the novel is taking shape. The first draft of many drafts to come is two-thirds down. It is a labour of love. I am confident the fruit will be sweet, whenever it ripens.