Going on a bus journey and have lots of time to spare before the bus driver stepped on the gas pedal? Well, you can pop by the small alley between the 2 rows of small shops that connects the bus station to a hawker centre that serves food on the first floor.
You can buy the usual hawker stuff here - fake sunglasses, watches, belts with overpowering leather smell, rings and all the trinkets that you could ever wear. I think I saw a Malay man selling gambir - a local tree bark that is pounded into powder and mixed with water to produce numbing properties for toothache and other unmentionable usages for men.
Then you walk gingerly on the diesel covered floor and look for your bus number which is a piece of make shift cardboard. Every now and then, an unpleasant dose of exhaust fumes from nearby buses force its way into your nostrils. Ok, found the bus.
I climbed onto the Hino bus that serves the rural areas to have a look as I have not rode a Sarikei bus for 25 years. Check this out - hot vinyl seats, metal floors and free breeze (non-air con). Do they still use punch hole tickets? This is the same type of bus I rode to Kabong 25 years ago!