Oh Kudat.... what a town. Up until the early 60's, Malaysia still had head-hunters, and cannibalism was an accepted practice. They just pulled a Japanese WW2 tank from the jungle two weeks ago.
Craig works for the British Merchant Navy about two months/year, and spends the rest of the time on his yacht in Malaysia searching for sunken treasure off the coast of Borneo---doing pretty well for himself.
|Self-Proclaimed Mayor of Kudat, historian and treasure-hunter|
1) stab, kick, shoot and do whatever possible to kill and push the invaders overboard
2) if we are captured, then I should not speak a word of English and only talk in Russian, because all the weaponry that the Malaysian pirates use is supplied by the Russians, so I'll have a better chance of living if I hide the fact that I possess dual citizenship.
|Tai-chi at sunset|
|weird statue in Kudat's center---Sarah says it's a persimmon, I think it's a coconut|
|painful and an epic tan line|
|some serious clouds|
|it rains. a lot. the umbrella pictured is now broken|
|Still wearing the glacier goggles. No luck finding replacement sunglasses yet|
|Scraping silicone and glue from the decking.|
|Sarah masking and painting|
The sandals look innocent, but they have savagely torn up my feet. I'm trying not to get some unknown tropical infection while I'm here, but my footwear is making that task difficult. I've adopted the barefoot lifestyle as it is the only remaining option that's keeping my feet from being covered in bloody blisters.
Rats. I was woken up in the middle of the night by scuttling sounds in my room. I tried to hit the rat with a bottle stashed under my bunk, but it was 3 am, dark and I had been dreaming of skiing up an underwater mountain, so I was completely disoriented. There's a huge bruise on the top of my head from where I hit my head on the ceiling in my nightly rat-chasing attempts.
|Russell getting a lesson on what to do with a rat: "Rats Russell, get the rat! Where's the rat!"|
|Traps I set up in my room-- I had to be careful not to step in them myself.|
|Such a happy dog|
I don't know if it's the heat, but I often think of Lhotse, Nuptse, Everest, Cho Oyu, the South Col, Annapurna, Makalu..... The tropics are great, but it's all tame. Too tame. The sandy-white beaches, the palm trees full of coconuts, the comfortable life on a yacht and the warm ocean water. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
These two months of scuba diving among coral reefs while drinking copious amounts of rum are great, but later? When I have to go back to Middlebury? Vermont is starting to feel like a manicured lawn full of pink, plastic flamingos and surrounded by a barbed wire fence.
|Winter on the Arctic Ocean---I miss this|
|The sunsets here are unbelievable.|
|Cute kitten I found on the sea wall|
|Local fishing boats.|
|pig heart anyone?|
|Dried jellyfish or squid... I couldn't tell|
|Chicken feet. Apparently you're supposed to boil them|
|The meat market. Smells horrid|
|Sarah was really excited about finding bananas|
|A GIANT cockroach on the grapes|