After a ridiculously relaxing day, we decided to get back on the ole bike, literally.
The hut and beach are very isolated near the Tip of Borneo. There are miles and miles and miles of coast line, spotted with secluded beaches.
Howard has a truck, one single truck that is not available to rent, so you either walk or take the mountain bikes.
Of course, there is this easy to follow map, drawn up in crayon on a board in the common room... given both Heather and Riad's inherent internal compass, what could possible go wrong?!?
The day started with sunshine and happiness...
but soon turned to a series of hills, umm yeah, so recall we had JUST finished climbing UP and DOWN a freakin mountain. Heather was not happy, my ass was not happy.
I wonder what AWAS means...
Oh yeah, AWAS in bold and red means... DANGER, in this specific case, "DANGER old, wobbly wood and metal bridge, cross at your own risk, but then again, if you don't cross, then it is back over those damn hills you loved so much earlier".
The Malay words can convey a lot in a few letters.
After the bridge debacle, and flagging down more than a few quizzical looking Malay's, we hit our stride, passing beautiful rice fields...
Before finally collapsing back on the beach...
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