I really struggle to write this blog post. And there is one simple reason for it: Ironically, I reached a real low-point at the tip of Borneo. To be honest with you, we probably all did. Maybe it was the storm that turned the beaches into a waste dump (the amount of plastic bottles in the sand – shocking!) and the turquoise water into a brown soup. Maybe it was the mosquitoes on mass at the first chalet we stayed at or the rats pooing on us in the second bungalow (the first time ever we claimed our money back for something). Maybe it was the lack of things to do in the area (apart from lounging around). Maybe it was the pre-Christmas homesickness. Or maybe… we just didn’t click with the place. Unfortunately, nothing really managed to change our feelings during the five days we were staying. But fortunately, we can look back on lovely pictures and some highlights anyway:
- Clearing the beach from driftwood and rubbish.
- Swimming in the rough sea, jumping over “big” waves.
- Walking on the deserted beach, looking for intricate pieces of coral and other washed up treasures.
- Sitting on the balcony of our rat-infested accommodation. Seriously, it was quite special.
- Attending Sophie’s and Lilly’s imaginary open-air cooking class.
- Getting into a Malay lesson with some locals while having roti telur in a restaurant in Kudat.