Kuching for me is where I see familiar faces. Kuching is more than a name, for it is a city. It is a city of nostalgia and it is a city that beckons for the creation of nostalgia silently in its own whimsical way. The city is charming and this city never forgets. It gets its livelihood from its people, its culture, its past and the surroundings upon which it is built around. The smell of traditional buns along Carpenter Street and be it quiet morning to yourself sipping coffee amidst the usual morning “kopitiam” crowd. Kuching, bring me a lot of memories when I was a kid even now. So, I have chosen the coffee bean that made in Kuching. Kuching people like to have breakfast in the early morning at “kopitiam”. Kuching’s “kopitiam” bring me the memories when I was a kid and seeing coffee is making by the people, the motion of their pouring the coffee through the coffee stocking strainers, the smell of the coffee and when they are take away the coffee by using the milk aluminium tin and nylon to tie at the cover to be the handle.
Kopi O Gao, The Memory