Bourdain’s Field Notes
I was brokenhearted and at a crossroads in my life when I first went up the Skrang River in Sarawak, Borneo.
The people I met there, 10 years ago, hosted me and my crew in their longhouse, fed us, looked after us and treated me with great kindness. When the chiefs invited me back for their yearly harvest festival, Gawai Dayak, I said I would come.
It took me a while, but in the end I did return.