A Hotel With History in Kuching

For three days, I was a tourist in my own city and decided to stay in one of the city’s oldest buildings, now a gorgeous boutique hotel.

Sitting on the tallest spot at the centre of town, this was once part of a mission school. It is said that headmistresses, teachers, matrons and students alike could recognise each other by the sound of their footsteps and giggles. But more interesting for me was that this building was built in 1885 by my great-great-great grandfather, who came as a businessman from Singapore. Three generations of his family lived there before it was sold to the church in 1933. My grand uncle and his siblings were born there, which means my grandmother would’ve taken her first breath there as well. Mine is a sprawling proliferation of a huge family line, my grandmother holds a special place for me and her story started here.

Today, the building is part of the Anglican Church and is accessible on both the church entrance and the direct hotel entrance.

There are 8 different types of rooms. We stayed at the chapel wing, beside the pool and on the same level as the breakfast and coffee corner. I love the colonial black and white theme. The original facade of the entire building has been maintained or restored, with modern fittings subtly incorporated. The bathroom is a big beautiful space with very special tiles shaped like crafted weaving. I was quite happy to see that for it held true to the spirit of Sarawak without being old fashioned.

It wasn’t hard for me to imagine the Sarawak off 1885 from this vantage point. I felt well and truly nestled while I was inside.

But come down the stairs to the outside world and balm to my eyes was the beautiful weathered door of the Granary, a hip eatery that’s not the hotel but an integral part of the overall facade.

I would come here again for a staycation (because I’m the staycation type), and I would pick a different type of room. Perhaps the apartment suite with the French-style windows, though I’ve only seen pictures.

The one down side where I stayed was the noise from the music and the street below. Motorcycle punks revving their puny little Honda cups with the over-exaggerated mufflers can be quite a rude interruption to the peace and quiet.

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