14.05.2012 - 18.05.2012
From Muara to Bandar Seri Begawan,
May 17th 2012
I kept my ticket tucked carefully in my purse so that I wouldn't have to pay an extra fare. Ah, if there's a Guinness World Competition for the smallest bus ticket, I think this ticket would win the highest record.
While driving, a lady passenger chatted with the driver in Javanese. Half the way, her friend looked very alarmed. Oh, she had lost her cellphone. A pickpocket? They looked everywhere under the seats.
The driver offered to call her number, but she answered that she didn't remember her number or something. I couldn't get what she meant.
I hugged my backpack tightly. Scams. Be careful, I warned myself. It's enough to know where they are from. Well, I might be oversuspicious. However, my current issue with my hometown's water company, added with my very recent encounter with bus number 33's driver and bus attendant should be enough reason for distrusting these guys.
Oh, here's Gadong where Jolina had said she wanted to take me to. This looks like a huge shopping centre area. It looks so Jakarta.
Remarkable architecture design, huh? Oh no, I'm using my cellphone, Nokia N86. I won't take out any valuable stuff in front of these guys.
Splendid twilight of the after-sunset welcomed me in BSB. I seized the opportunity with great delight.
Sultan Omar Ali Saifuddin Mosque again, but with a different color of sky.
(Please note: over the gate, handheld, 10 seconds.)
It was here when two Western girls approached me to have their picture taken in front of the mosque. Ah, so at least I'm not the only tourist wandering in Brunei. 'Less traveled' doesn't mean 'not traveled', does it?
When the color of twilight had faded, I walked back to my hotel. On the way I heard two women talking -- in Javanese.