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In Borneo you have heat, and you have rain. Today we had both. We also had our flat roads being replaced by an undulating landscape. And Clement passed 33333km, or, as Will puts it ‘tirty tree tousand tree hundred and tirty tree.’

On the road

On the road

Passing bird saliva factories is different now that we know what they are.

The bird saliva factory

The bird saliva factory

Today we are locked in to a garage, sheltered from the rain. We have lots of caged dogs and a caged monkey for company.


‘My name is Angela. These are my three sisters Angie, Angelina and Angel. We sat on the floor of the family’s homely tin dwelling on the swampy plains as the mosquitos circled and the shiny rhinosceros beetle watched on from his perch on my pink pannier.

Our lovely friends

Our lovely friends

What an amazing, beautiful day. I laughed in joy as we cycled in the beautiful, yellow evening light, surrounded by the green of banana palms, dense foliage and beautiful tropical trees, some solitary and thin reaching up into the heavens. The sky was imposing and huge above us – a spectacular array of clouds fading through pink to grey and black as the sun slid below the Borneo horizon. Birds darted above – small black ones, and elegent long-necked white ones, flying up from their perches atop of cows on the side of the road. We were rescued from squatting on the verandah of an empty tin shed in the almost deserted marshy landscape by a car of smiles that had chased us down the road to invite us into their home. We followed them through the river delta plains as the last light faded and we arrived at their house.

Sunset

Sunset

‘What are these bird houses about?’ I asked. Dotted through the landscape are houses – 10 metres high surrounded by an orchestra of bird sounds. Birds dart in and out in a frenzy of activity in these man-made buildings. We are told they are for harvesting the nests constructed of the delicacy – bird saliva. The saliva is separated from the sticks and other building materials of the nest to make a white jelly which the Chinese use in drinks and soups. Costing several thousand ringgit per kilo, this is an expensive delicacy indeed.

We had a wonderful meal, and then gave gifts of personal post-cards – photos we printed of our travels. The Angel sisters and the family each chose a photo as we ‘brought the world to their home.’ It was a wonderful sharing experience.

The whole day was amazing – cycling on a flat, small road through the low-lying lands, crossing chocolate coloured meandering rivers on small car ferries. Monkeys jumped from tree to tree on the side of the road, and from our safe perch on a bridge, we watched a crocodile swim to the side of the river.

Beware of crocodiles

Beware of crocodiles

The river crossing

The river crossing

On the ferry

On the ferry

Through the banana trees

Through the banana trees

The beautiful sky

The beautiful sky

Evening cycling

Evening cycling