Kota Kinabalu

A visit to the past of abt 44 years ago. My family and I were there briefly for two years. Sadly, when my dad died there in 1968, we left. So by going back was like opening an exposed wound. I think I was not prepared for this nostalgia.

Our bags to KK. I stuffed all my baju into a bag to save cost.

My new friend from KK.

I am truly surprised to see many changes in the town.My travelling friend warned me that KK is not that ulu as I thought it was. Right after the plane landed, we had to rush to collect my rented car. The Taxi driver was friendly. Next to our hotel for the night in Sadong Jaya near to the airport. We did extensive research on our lodging since we were on a small budget. The room was clean and only Rm 70. For dinner, we went to a nearby restaurant in Harbour city .. Kak Nong. I had a delicious bowl of meehoon soup with fish slices. Awesome due to the superb pedas chilli sauce which will have hot air from both sides of your nose. Then I had lime juice , nothing special but it came with assam boi. The taste rocked me. Now, I am hooked to this drink.

Meehoon soup with fish for RM 7.50

DAY 2
It gets quite bright here. By, 6am I found the day to be hot and started my journey again. The first place was Tamparuli  on the way to Tuaran. A small remote town with a beaytiful suspension bridge. People are friendly. Even the dogs use the bridge compared to road to cross the river. The sago kuih here is chewy and worth trying.

Notice how high the bridge.

Not long, I arrived Kundasang around noon. The kids were walking to school in sweater. Be prepared when the wind blows , it can get cold like Genting Highlands. I visited the Kundasang Memorial. The memorial is to commemorate the fallen soldiers in WW II. But, the place is like a garden with all the beautiful roses in different shades of colour from the usual red to white roses.