Rivers, beaches, rivers, beaches on repeat. Blue skies, wide and open. Peaceful, kind of eventful, all at once.
A bit of history—in 1861, Rajah James Brooke acquired Bintulu from the Sultan of Brunei, marking the beginning of its integration into the Brooke administration. The following year, he built Fort Keppel to establish a foothold and keep piracy at bay. The fort was destroyed by bombs during World War II.
During breakfast, I spotted people in overalls—likely part of the Oil & Gas scene here. The town today sits at the intersection of industry, where gas terminals meet fishing boats.
We made a quick stop at the Tua Pek Kong temple, then continued on the coastal road to Miri. Pulled over at the beach for a quick photo—caught by the sight of young families spending their morning by the sea.
At the beach, I chatted with Soul, the barber with the truck parked by the beach. He’s open every day—“business is good,” he said. And in case you're wondering, it’s RM20 for a haircut, QR code payment? Boleh.
It’s just Business As Usual in Bintulu.
