Two merry Australians arrived the next day with a car and offered to take us for a drive along the coast... goodbye mountain bikes, hello comfort...
We spent the afternoon hitting one secluded beach after another.
This beach was super cool... a long sand bar extended from the coast to a small island and during low tide you could walk across.
The obligatory "jumping for joy, cuz we are here and not there", photo
On the way home, we discovered a field full of watermelons, beautiful, perfect, red, fruity, delicious watermelons... there is something to be said for hunting, picking and eating your OWN watermelon.
The cloud formations in this place are stunningly epic, like what you might imagine God's foyer to look like... the canvas stretches from distant sea horizon to the stars, and His brush has danced across every inch, filling in detail with soft subtle beauty, taken in aggregate, steals one's earthly breathe away.
Each place in Borneo we have spent time, we have been fortunate to meet some truly quality people, with the Tip being no different... from left to right, Rose and Mame (Kiwis), Natalie (ze German), Kristen and Remco (Dutch), back row... Rodger and Ian (Aussies) and Howard (the Englishman and proprietor of Tampat Do Aman), front row... Helen and Wade (Aussies).
And you would never believe it, but it rained later that evening...
I am not sure what magical properties exist within the banana leaf, but we stayed warm and dry as it pissed down rain all night long.
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