Who goes to Brunei on their honeymoon? Who goes to Brunei for vacation period? Answer: Uh, we do.
Does this reflection make me us look fat?
To be frank, neither of us ever had an overwhelming desire to visit Brunei. I don’t know too many people who do. But originally, it was the cheapest place to fly into from Vietnam (this was prior to the whole flight hullabaloo), so we figured, we’re there already, we might as well spend a couple days exploring the sites.
Let’s just say: I’m glad we only budgeted 48 hours.
It’s not that it was an unsightly place by any means—rather, parts of it reminded me of a Dr. Seuss book.
There just simply wasn’t a whole lot to do. We had walked the length of the capital, Bandar Seri Begawan, by the second hour. So we turned around and walked it again—three times in the following 24 hours.
We visited the mosque. It was fancy, with its escalator and tourist computer to search nearby points of interest.
We shopped for birthday gifts for our nieces and nephews. We wandered the riverfront, then back again. We went to the market. It smelled.
We wandered back to the mosque. We took more pictures.
And then some more. In fact, our entire time in Brunei can be summed up as follows: They came, they went, they took pictures.
We went back to our hotel room and took a nap. We looked for something to eat at the night market. There was nothing. So we ordered room service.
We found real! coffee! after weeks of choking down that instant crap.
We searched for all the alleged “wealth” we’d heard this country possessed. Aside for a handful of tall buildings and some gilded religious establishments, we found none.
SVV made me dress “appropriately” (i.e. cover my knees and shoulders) even though it was approximately 127 degrees out and 10000 percent humidity.
And then, just as quickly as we arrived, it was time to go again. Our days in Brunei were…interesting. We came, we saw went, we conquered—and I didn’t even get recruited for the sultan’s harem while there.