Kota Kinabalu Trip

In KK, in between Shannon’s baptize ceremony and the dinner party, we went to the Monsopiad Cultural Village. We paid RM30 per person, 6 of us (excl Ian). It was claimed that if you have been to KK without visiting this MCV, you are considered not been to KK (so exaggerating).

It was said that the village is the only cultural village at the real headhunter tribe’s original place, and what is exhibited is the real/original things, with some maintenance/renovation (of course). The greatest attraction here is the House of Skulls, which displays the real human skulls hunted by the famous warrior Monsopiad himself. The cultural village is named after this warrior/headhunter. I can’t remember how many skulls, but it is in the region of c 24.

Unfortunately my entrance fee is not worth paying, because I could not join the guided tour as Ian started to get fussy and made so much noise disturbing other tourists. When we were at the House of Skulls, Ian cried so badly and refused to be carried in his sarong sling. Because of him moving so much, I found it so hard to carry him I believed he needed his fix. So, I only had a glance of the skulls with my 眼尾 (end of eye) quickly left and park myself at the registration office to bf him. Right after his fix, he immediately backed to his alert stage (thank God!).

We then joined back the group at the cultural dance center. I thought it was funny; the leader of the dance group (4 of them) has to make a funny noise “Yee----- Yak”, “Yee---- Yak”, all the way. After the dance, Ian was able to pick it up “Yee---- Yak”! :D
We were also invited to go up and dance with them twice. All the 7 of us including Ian (DH hold him) did. The last dance – bamboo dance, is something I used to play in school, the rhythm got faster and faster, until all of us got kepit by the bamboo! It was so fun! :)

Sunday early morning, I brought Ian to the pool before DH’s friend picked us at 10am. I have always wanted to bring him to the pool, so must grab this opportunity. He was initially very scared in the water, but later when he saw other older boys swimming, he slowly enjoyed it too.

At 10am, we went over to the Sunday market, followed by the Philippino market. Nothing much to see, only hot HOT HHOOTTT! Ian was soon soaked with sweat, and they have to drop Ian and me back to hotel first because he was getting tired and fussy.

And this Ian ah, he really spoiled our plan lah. I thought if he could sleep at 1pm, and wake up at 3pm, we could at least spend an hour at the harbour there, enjoying the nice scenery and waterfront. Unfortunately he was so alert and happy when we were back to our room. He crawl here crawl there on the bed. Instead of him falling to sleep, I was the one. At around 2pm, he came and woke me up “Emm, emm’. OMG, he wanted to poo. Too late liao before I could grab the potter. He already poo a little in the diaper, but refused to make more. So, fed him some lunch, and this time he was able to sleep, but that was already 2:30pm. At 3:45pm, we had no choice but to wake him up (check out at 4pm). We just had a quick GLANCE at the harbour only, less than 5 min, and had to leave the hotel, some more it started raining right at 4pm.

With children ah, you cannot plan anything one lah!
So, the whole trip, 48% in the hotel ROOM, 30% in DH’s friend’s house, 10% at the MCV, 10% under the sun (markets), and 2% in the pool. Not bad, but if we can spend some time at the waterfront/harbour that would make my days. So greedy huh?!