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.