Starring Adnessa who saved us from the rain
In between sorting out what we were doing next we spent a happy afternoon trawling the Sandakan Heritage trail. This was slightly more energetic than Cath had been hoping for as it included an attraction called “The One Hundred Steps” but she was eventually lured up by the main attraction of an English Tea House at the top of the hill serving scones with clotted cream and tea with real milk. We also popped into the restored home of Agnes Keith an American author who lived here in the 30s before her internment in a Japanese Prisoner of War Camp.
Mudskippers beneath the houses |
The remains of our grilled fish |
As soon as it had cleared up a bit Adnessa’s nephew Azmed walked us down to the local market for lunch. The speciality here is grilled fish that you hope they haven’t just caught it from beneath the houses (there were several people fishing as we walked long the main drag). You go over to the fish pile and take your pick and then while that’s being cooked, you select what you’d like from the vegetable cabinet. We got the cutlery fear as we sat down – noticing that no one else appeared to have any and were all eating with their fingers – but one of the women brought over a mug of plastic forks and spoons along with two bowls of fragrant clear liquid. “Oh,” I said to Cath, “do you think that’s for washing your hands?” The girl sitting next me dissolved into giggles and when she’d finally got her breath back said in perfect, unaccented English, “No! That’s the soup!” I like to think that story will be keeping the residents of Sim Sim Village entertained for a while yet. It was delicious soup.
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