Am sitting in what is passing for an airport cafetaria in Bario. My flight's been delayed by two hours but its all good. Its not everyday that another passenger makes u maggi soup as her sister who owns the cafe is busy taking care of the growing crowd caused by the heavy holiday schedule.
This has been the most physically toughest hike I hv been on. Its also been the most idyllic, picture postcard, an eye opener into the past, present and future of cultures living on the very fringes of our own borders. These people are Malaysians same as us but they might as well be Klingon nuns in terms of personal lives.
Also I get to experience one of the most creepy/freaky/heartwarming chainsaw attacks ever. Did I mention that I went through indonesia without a passport? That and more coming soon. Gonna settle down with a Kurt Vonnegut and wait for my flight.
Good to be back folks.