Travelers' Tales: Borneo
Grace and David traveled to Borneo on their honeymoon with Audley
"Borneo is every inch the magical experience we dreamt of for our honeymoon – unforgettable."
Charmingly called ‘the land beneath the wind’, Sabah, in northern Borneo is every inch the magical experience we dreamt of for our honeymoon. With its cultural diversity, lush tropical jungles and spectacular scenery, this eco powerhouse situated just below the typhoon belt is breathtaking and challenging in equal measure – simply unforgettable.
We began our Bornean adventure at the Sepilok Nature Resort. Tucked in a sultry rainforest a stone’s throw away from the world famous Sepilok orangutan sanctuary, this resort is conveniently located for flame-haired ape spotting!
Although basic, this accommodation was clean and comfortable, offering hearty breakfast fare and friendly service. There is also the added benefit of cicada song lulling one to slumber! I had never seen an orangutan in its natural habitat before and coming face to face with them at Sepilok was both thrilling and awe inspiring. Although the orangutans are not strictly wild, given that there is human interaction, they are allowed to roam free on 43 square kilometers of protected land. Being unconfined and unrestricted, these great apes fend for themselves, only coming for daily dietary supplements of bananas and milk should they choose to.
Next stop was the Abai Jungle Resort. Traveling along the Kinabatangan River by boat, we were flanked on both sides by thick jungle that flourished with life. We spent two nights in this rustic lodge that is built entirely on stilts! With just the lapping of water, bird song and chirruping cicadas, the Abai Jungle Resort is a haven for those who seek a retreat with nature.
Sitting atop our own private fibreglass boat, we sailed along the magnificent Kinabatangan River scouting for wildlife. We were virtually the only boat for miles, which made for a very peaceful aquatic sojourn. Flashes of auburn atop the greenery heralded the presence of our elusive friends, the orangutan! On one of our jaunts along the majestic waterway, we were also treated to a spectacular show of jumping proboscis monkeys as they leapt from tree to tree. Their graceful agility and unbelievable reflexes made for many ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ moments. I could only watch awestruck as this amazing display unfolded before my eyes.
Our wildlife spotting did not end with the setting sun. As we were having our evening meal by the gently rippling waters, an owl graced us with its dignified presence. Having never seen an owl at close range, I could barely contain my excitement as I tried to slowly reach for my camera to the sounds of my husband’s furious whispers of “No sudden movements please!” God was kind that day – our bird did not fly and I got many beautiful pictures of our nocturnal friend. More predictably, there was also the wild boar that made its appearance miraculously at all meal times. Affectionately nicknamed Junior, this swine was attracted to food like bees to honey. No one knew what he got up to during the day, but as soon as there was chow, Junior would show up for his fill.
We also managed to squeeze in a visit to Agnes Keith’s house. Keith was an American writer who captured the imagination of the world with her touching tome about Borneo and its inhabitants. Pristinely maintained, it is not difficult to picture a contemplative Agnes, hunched over her typewriter back in the 1930s. Time has stood still in this humble abode and is testament to a bygone era. Tea at the renovated colonial English teahouse next to the Agnes Keith house is also highly recommended. With sweeping views of the Sandakan Bay, it is both relaxing and nostalgic.
Leaving the preserved colonial times behind, we headed inland towards the famed Kota Kinabalu National Park to conquer the roof of Southeast Asia, Mount Kinabalu. Standing at the impressive height of 4,092m, summitting its granite peaks would prove to be no mean feat. We spent the night before the climb at the Liwagu Suites. Sitting 1,500m above sea level, this accommodation provided welcome respite from the otherwise unrelenting heat and humidity of Sabah. A timely escape from the persistent mozzies and the endless smell of DEET! The café served up a delightful feast of steamboat, which to the uninitiated resembles fondue! A spread of beef, chicken, pork, squid, prawns and fresh vegetables was cooked in a hot broth and consumed with a myriad of condiments, which made for a very satisfying last meal before the gruelling ascent.
Thankfully, our guide was kind and we set off at a decent time of 9am. Although there are numerous rest stops along the way, this climb is by no means a walk in the park. You would need to train properly for it! My husband and I were unfortunately of the lazy variety and were not as well trained as we ought to have been. Although we kept up (barely) we were tired, and as a result cranky. My insistence on lugging my (definitely not lightweight) DSLR to capture the sights definitely did not help in easing the tension. The fact that I was too exhausted to even lift my arms to shoot only served to bring out further grumps! However, as we progressed up the mountain, we were able to observe the changing vegetation and air quality. It became cooler and the air became fresher. Our moods improved and all ended well.
"I would not trade the sights I saw and the feelings of triumph for anything in the world."
We arrived at base camp, Laban Rata, at the decent time of 1pm. Although it was by then patently clear that we would never make mountaineering champions, we were consoled that our four-hour voyage was considered fairly average. We would rest there till 2am the following day before setting off at sunrise to the summit.
Accommodation at Laban Rata is nothing to write home about. Visitors are housed in dormitories with 8-12 bunk beds each. There are no en suite bathrooms and the only restaurant serves up a buffet dinner and breakfast with no menu choices. Although there are two en suite rooms, they are next to impossible to book. We, however, were lucky (pulling the honeymoon card) and got one of them.
Be warned that despite being private and en suite, these rooms are still pretty basic. You can only shower at pre-set times and the heating has a life of its own. While a far cry from luxury, its spectacular views make up for its shortcomings on the comfort front. With panoramic views of the mountain and the cobalt blue sky, I almost felt as if I could reach God – it was incredible and I felt utterly humbled by the grandeur of nature. At 3,200m, we were treated to a brilliant sunset, which flooded the sky with a crimson orange glow. While I had virtually no documentary evidence of my climb up thus far, I certainly had loads to prove that I was at Laban Rata!
2am crept up steadily. Needless to say, we had not slept: adrenaline and excitement kept us going. With our ski clothes and head torches, we felt equipped to take on the elusive peak. What immediately struck me was the blast of icy wind that came at me. Logically, this should not have surprised me given the altitude and that it was the dead of night. But I was still caught off guard. With visibility almost down to zero and the eerie glow of our head torches, there was a sense of anticipation mixed with more than a little bit of fear.
Progress was slow and it was definitely harder going than the climb of the previous day. But as the sun rose, we were greeted with the fantastic window of heaven. The jagged rocks, clear blue sky, pointed peaks, fluffy clouds and lightening horizon was ample reward for aching bones and joints. We had paid with our blood (I cut my thumb), sweat and tears for this stunning vision and it was worth it. I was filled with a heady mix of exhaustion, exhilaration and an awesome sense of achievement when I finally arrived at the peak.
Everyone talks about the ascent but no one mentions the descent! I will not lie, it was painful! We had focused all of our energies into reaching the top and by the time it was time to head down, lethargy had set in. Every step jolted my knees as I hobbled down the slope. To compound our misery, it began to rain! I look back on that experience with fondness and mirth. I would not trade the sights I saw and the feelings of triumph for anything in the world, but I would never be so foolhardy as to think I could take on a mountain without proper training again!
Our last stop was the decadent Rasa Ria Shangri La. After our journey through the dense jungles of Borneo and our arduous trek up the top of the world, we truly felt as if we had arrived in paradise and earned our stay! We spent the next two days living it up – dining, drinking, lazing by the beach and getting massages at the spa! A restful end to a very enriching trip.
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