Turtles

A few days ago, I went snorkeling. While I was snorkeling, I saw a whopping great sea Turtle. Sea Turtles have a lifespan of around 200 years and are strong swimmers. I had to put on a big burst of effort to catch up with one, but then I reached out and touched its shell.

That night, we went over to the Turtle beach and we saw a mother Turtle burying her eggs in the sand. When they collected the eggs to keep them safe (mother Turtles bury the eggs and ditch them) they let me release a couple of other newborns, who were then named Zac, after me, and Fred, after my best friend. So this blog is being written by a turtle. ;)

New Country…… Again.

So, after a long boat ride, we are in Indonesia.  Another country. Our first stop is at the port, when we get a [not] friendly visit from customs officials. And a HUGE Alsatian (also a customs official).

Then we get a taxi to the ironically named Bahagia (happy) guesthouse. Hellpit. Two pathetic fans, two damaged beds, a mirror and two almost busted tables and a view that ends at about two metres cost over $10.  For a more prescise conversion, click here.

Then we went to the mangrove park. Borneo is the only place on Earth where you can see walking fish. They are not very good walkers, more crawlers. Strange, too, but not sickeningly ugly, though not the prettiest of fish.

They are shy creatures, so don’t do anything in a massive rush. Though not really fast, they can put on a massive sprint when scared. I suspect they are not fish at all, but amphibians. The fact that they live in puddles is a strong hint.  So, to cut a long story short, it was fun at the park but not at the port.

Bus Ride Boredom

Hi. We are in Tawau, Borneo. We got here via bus. We got tickets to Tawau from a f***er at tourist info. Turns out there was more than one bus and we got kicked off. So then we hitched another bus for another 100 ringgit. Then we stopped. Minutes later, I fell asleep (because it was a sleeper). I woke up with cramped legs. We were in the same place as we stopped.

There was a traffic jam, the vehicles ranging from 4x4s and buses to palm oil tankers and there was even a car transporter. So we get out of our bus (the aircon went the night before and it fried) and wished we had food. Voila, our conductor popped up and led us to a weeny little shop, later demanding a kiss on the cheek. Mum obliged. :D  The shop  was tiny and made of wood and palm leaf.

On our way out we saw the tanker that had been blocking the road. We couldn’t see the driver. Then we had a huge stroke of luck and found a Tawau direct bus which accepted our tickets. Then they moved the tanker. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Hook, Line And Sunk

I want to do archery. I am not strong enough for their longbows because the pull is about fifty pounds and I’m not quite strong enough to crank it all the way back. I am, however, strong enough for fishing.

Sure, fishing takes a while, and a degree of patience but it does have good results. I have caught a couple of fishes and put one in the fridge, putting the other back in our expensive resort’s pond.

My fish is pink with red fins and edible. The fish in question died in the fridge, poor creature never stood a chance. A while ago we spent ages trying to get the hook out. It is not a pretty sight to see a fish thrashing about with a hook in it’s mouth.

Fishing is not that hard, complex or even boring. In fact, it’s quite fun! As for the fish, we had the chef fry it and it tasted quite nice.