Waiting in Tawau for the boat to Indonesia has given me time to put together a video of cycling in Java and Borneo. I hope you like it. 🙂
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New video: Cycling in Java and Borneo
Posted: May 5, 2016 in Cycling, Indonesia, MalaysiaTags: Cycling, Indonesia, Malaysia
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Day 360. 98km. 10km from Kalabakan to Tawau
Posted: May 4, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: 10km from Kalabakan, Borneo, Cycling, Malaysia, Tawau
‘Do you want this? My chicken is too spicy?’ Will pushed his meal towards Clement to eat.
‘It’s fish,’ replied Clement.
Will blushed. In the last week he has mistaken both pork and now fish for chicken. They must have interesting chickens in Ireland.
Endless palm plantations
Today I passed 32000km from Eindhoven. I’m getting dangerously near the end..
32000km
Palm plantations, palm plantations, as far as the eye can see. Covering the rolling hills to eternity. The road remained challengingly up and down until 30km before Tawau, so a sweaty affair, cooled off once by a torrential downpour.
Endless palm plantations
In Tawau it was time for an air-conditioned hotel, and a day off waiting for the boat to Indonesia. Bliss.
Day 359. 47km. Mile 33 Kalabakan – 10km from Kalabakan
Posted: May 3, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: 10km from Kalabakan, Borneo, Cycling, Malaysia, Mile 33 Kalabakan
‘If you want to see the endangered species, you need to go to the logging areas,’ he said. ‘There are security guards there, and the poor people can’t poach the wildlife and send to China for medicine.’
Sitting on the balcony looking over the organic farm in the middle of the Borneo forest, we were nearly brought to tears several times. Our time in Borneo never ceases to amaze.
Our lovely host
We heard of kidnappings and criminality near the Phillipines. We heard of sustainable logging, palm plantations and how they are bringing people out of poverty. We also heard stories of arranged marriages of very young women – personal stories that touch the heart.
Today was also a day of scaling great heights. For me, the modest ascent to a tree house perched at the top of a very tall forest tree. For Clement and Will, the more adventurous climb to the top of a telecom tower.
The tree house
View from the top
Looking down
Clement at the top
All in all, we didn’t cycle much, but the kilometres done were hot and hilly. We found it getting dark in the middle of the palm oil plantations before the coast, and are sleeping in a plantation village, drenched in sweat in the sweltering heat.
Day 358. 74km. Sinatuor – Mile 33 Kalabakan
Posted: May 2, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Cycling, Malaysia, Mile 33 Kalabakan, Sinatuor
I jumped up out of my slumber at the café table to the sound of the pouring rain. My bike needed to be put under cover. When I went to sleep the sun was beating down in the dense forest, hilly landscape. Now the heavens had opened up and it was cold. The weather changes from one second to the next in the tropical rainforest in the depths of Borneo.
Waiting for the rain
Afternoon snooze
Today was a hot slog through the dense jungle. Contrary to expectations, there was a café after 30km and another after 50km – ideal for escaping from the heat, and rehydrating after the endless up and down. The effort is really worth it. The forest is beautiful, and was spectacular in the evening sun.
The jungle road
The jungle road
We’re staying with the kind owners of an organic farm, watching the bugs the size of small birds crashing into the roof next to the light. The mosquito net will be especially needed tonight – this is malaria and dengue fever territory.
The flies were big
Using the mosquito and kitten net
Day 357. 112km. Keningau – Sinatuor
Posted: May 1, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Cycling, Keningau, Mayalsia, Sinatuor
‘Don’t shower naked here, or you will go blind!’
We needed to go inside to shower in the school.
‘The people in the village may curse you – and you will go blind.’
Not only naked showering could result in a blindness curse, but also running over chickens without paying compensation. Ten ringgits should be enough, though.
The road
Expecting unrelenting steep hills in the blazing sun, we left early to get some distance before the heat started. The desperately steep hills didn’t come (except for one hard climb), and it wasn’t desperately hot either – hence the 112km today. We are now in the depths of Borneo in the mountainous forest. The bugs are chirping outside – and some of them are BIG.
Day 356. 79km. Pantai Kenangan – Keningau
Posted: April 27, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Cycling, Keningau, Malaysia, Pantai Kenangan
‘My arms were burning. I was changing arms every 20 metres, and then I grabbed with both hands, steering the bike by shifting my weight on the saddle.’
Clement took a lift grabbing onto a truck, pulling the bike with his bare hands up the incredibly steep road.
18%
The sun was pounding down and the heat was intense. The road turned a corner and started it’s incredible ascent of 1500m in just over 10km. The sweat poured down off me and I drank and drank. I drank 10 litres getting to the top, pushing my bike most of the way to avoid the cramp that was developing. This is the steep Borneo I was waiting for. It’s a challenge, and I lugged my bike all the way up there.
Slalom cycling
Mountain view
We met up with Will after parting ways a few days ago, to find ourselves being interviewed by a journalist that had seen him cycling into Keningau. We are spending the night in a city hall, dancing with the village kids to the beat pounding from the huge loudspeaker. I joined in. Hehe
Sunset
Kids dancing
Sunrise at the beach
Day 355. 85km. Labuan – Pantai Kenangan
Posted: April 26, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Cycling, Labuan, Malaysia, Pantai Kenangan
Our night out in Labuan turned into a free day of recovery, and then a late start the next day. Following a coastal quiet road, we cycled alongside the beach, swimming in the bath-like water. I have my hammock set up overlooking the beach. Clement has his mosquito net slung up under a parasol, sleeping on a deck chair.
Our beach for the evening
Thanks again Charles for the great time from Miri to Labuan. It was quite an experience of living it up. After all the partying, it’s nice to be on the road again, and sleeping in my hammock!
We’re all ready to meet up with Will again who left us in Brunei to take part in a mountain bike race. But first, there’s a 1500m climb in 10km. That’ll be fun!
The chocolate river
Day 354. 63km. Jerudong – Labuan
Posted: April 25, 2016 in Brunei, Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Brunei, Cycling, Jerudong, Labuan, Malaysia
The orange Mazarati stood next to the bright red Porsch in front of the spa resort and restaurant as our friend, paying for everything, beckoned us to take a seat. Labuan is the fun island of sin just off the coast of Brunei, and we find ourselves living it up here in an orgy of consumption and decadence. Thank you so much Charles for the experience!
Night club
‘There’s no time,’ said our Brunei cycling hosts.
We had met with them in the morning for another wonderful meal of Brunei delicacies under the supervision of the Sultan, hanging in tapestry form on the wall above us.
‘You should go straight to the harbour.’
That was our call to challenge, and there was not a minute to lose. We had to do 50km in 3 hours, see the mosque in the city, and arrive at the harbour at 1 to catch the boat at 2. So we hurtled along the highway in the mounting heat and ran into the mosque. We felt the air-conditioned silence and peace inside, surrounded by gold and the finest marble. Then off to the harbour. We arrived 10 minutes early only to find that the boat was leaving an hour earlier than expected. Running through customs, we threw the bike on the boat and darted inside – our visit to this little country lasted exactly 24 hours.
The mosque in Bandar Seri Begawan
Labuan is the tax-free playground of the people from Brunei. Part of Malaysia, one can indulge in temptations here that are not to be had in it’s Sharia-law neighbouring state. Clement and I find ourselves with Charles staying in an apartment with four bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, with a 10th floor view over the island from (one of) the balconies. We would have played cricket inside, only Clement doesn’t know the rules. Today was non-stop dining. In the evening we were whisked away to see the sunset from a beautiful beach. We finally finished with whiskey and coke, continually refilled by the cute little waiters in white shirts and black ties plying the tables of the thumping music night-club.
Sunset on Labuan
Walking home with the music still ringing in our ears, Clement and I thought back on Borneo. Such an explosion of experiences and contrasts. We have been welcomed by many lovely native Iban families. We have cycled through jungle and through vast deserts of palm oil plantations. We have played pool in the mining outpost of an aluminium smelter. We have been welcomed in a private manor in Brunei, and lived it up on Malaysia’s Labuan island. Borneo – what is in store for us next?
Day 353. 118km. Miri – Jerudong
Posted: April 24, 2016 in Brunei, Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Brunei, Cycling, Jerudong, Malaysia, Miri
‘What do you think of the sharia law in Brunei?’ I ask.
‘No problem,’ he replied. ‘There is nothing to worry about. In Brunei there is no thief. Noone does anything wrong. There are no hands cut off. There are no stonings.’
I am sure he is right.
A wonderful dinner with the Brunei cycling team
We had a rest day in Miri with our new friend Charles. He showed us Miri and paid for absolutely everything. This is certainly not what we expect, but, wonderful to receive. We finished our day in Miri with a long night at the Irish pub with some pints of Guiness. This, of course, led to the late departure to Brunei. We were joined by Charles on one of his many ultra-light racing bikes.
Guiness
Charles, Will, Clement and me
Leaving at 11 meant a race along the flat freeway in Brunei with music pumping in my ears and the wind in my hair. We were welcomed by the Brunei cycling club, put up in their mansion and given a splendid meal of delicacies from Brunei.
Brunei was completely dead – like a zombie town – when we entered. Of course, we forgot, it was time for Friday prayer. Not a soul was to be seen.
Friday prayer
The Brunei cycling team picked us up from the freeway and lead us to a huge house to stay, brought us to a wonderful dinner, and welcomed us with interesting conversations and fun. Thanks to the team in Brunei for the amazing welcome! It’s great to be here.
Day 352. 144km. Similaju – Miri
Posted: April 23, 2016 in Cycling, MalaysiaTags: Borneo, Cycling, Malaysia, Miri, Similaju
‘What is this smoke?’
‘It’s for the economy. They are burning here to plant palm oil plantations.’ The young man smiled with pride.
We passed a plantation that was younger – the trees were below eye level, and I could see the extent of it all. As far as the eye could see – a monoculture of the tree.
Palm plantations
The road was straight, flat, and mostly through palm plantation. The parts between the plantations were smoky – preparing to join their neighbours.
Cycling into Miri we met a lovely guy that invited us to his place to stay. There is clearly money here – luxury apartment blocks, restaurants and shops everywhere. Miri is the border town with the ultra-rich country of Brunei. Our host, Charles, is a business man himself, and he told stories of the development of Sarawak province, and the new self-made millionaires.
Tomorrow is a rest day before heading on into country number 32 – Brunei.
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