Badul Homestay, Mount Singai: A Journey Into Heartfelt Hospitality and Nature’s Embrace
Nestled beneath the mist-kissed slopes of Mount Singai, Badul Homestay was more than a place to rest—it was where my heart rediscovered simplicity, family, and a deep connection to culture. What began as a short getaway soon unfolded into one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.
Upon arrival, I was greeted by Catherine, the owner of the homestay. With a gentle smile, she said, “Selamat datai, anak” (Welcome, my child). Catherine served kuih jala, its delicate golden threads paired with kopi kampung brewed from wild coffee beans sourced nearby. “Rumah kami adalah rumah kitak juga,” she said warmly—Our home is your home too. The sweetness of the hospitality, much like the snacks, melted into my soul. In that moment, I felt an immediate sense of belonging. Catherine made me feel as though I had truly come home.
Each morning began with birdsong and the distant rustle of forest life. Catherine led me along jungle trails on nature walks, pointing out rare plants and herbs while sharing stories of the mountain and its sacred energy. Her knowledge of the forest was profound, but it was the joy in her voice that made every fact feel like a treasured tale.
“The forest,” she told me, “gives, but only to those who listen.” In her presence, I learned to listen—not just with my ears, but with my heart.
During the day, Catherine taught me to weave a keping—a traditional mat made from pandan leaves dyed in earthy tones. As our fingers worked side by side, she shared stories of her childhood and the strength of Bidayuh women.
“This mat,” she said, “is memory, woven with the threads of time.”
One evening, the villagers gathered for a celebration. The aroma of manok pansuh—chicken slow-cooked in bamboo with ginger and tapioca leaves—mingled with the smoky scent of grilled fish. Traditional Bidayuh music and dance brought the night alive. A group of laughing children tugged at my hands, pulling me into their circle. I stumbled through the steps, breathless and laughing, as firelight danced on their joyful faces. In that moment, I was no longer a guest—I was part of a living tradition, stitched into the fabric of the community.
But the most touching moment came on my last morning. A shy village child ran to me and handed me a small, wrinkled drawing. It showed Catherine, the villagers, and me beneath Mount Singai. Scrawled in shaky handwriting were the words: Kamek sayang kitak—I love you. Tears welled in my eyes. I had arrived as a visitor. I was leaving as family.
Badul Homestay offered far more than a place to rest. It reminded me that the richest journeys are not measured in miles, but in moments of genuine connection. I departed with these treasured memories etched into my heart—moments shaped by the warmth of the people, the spirit of the land, and the stories that brought it all to life. —DayakDaily
Lee Woon Jiun from Kuching is the Top 10 Winner (Adult Category) in the ‘Homestay Odyssey’ writing competition organised by DayakDaily and supported by the Sarawak Ministry of Tourism, Creative Industry and Performing Arts.
