FiVe HuNDReD MiLeS

I left Kuala Lumpur long ago, as you could see from my photos. My fight against inability to write this blog is harder and harder. I took the plunge now however. Following my travel plan, I went to Borneo, or, an island near Borneo, Labuan.

I moved to Kota Kinabalu on a boat after two days in my tent on the beach. Technically speaking, my hiking ended here. I started thinking about things after my return home. I was arranging employment and housing in Rokycany via email. Spending ten idle days in the dorm, hours online, endless eating Malaysian delicacies and countless trips to supermarkets, I decided I could travel some more.

I left for Sandakan. I met great people, but was disappointed in the end. I found out than Tiger of Malaysia, Sir Sandokan, does not have any memorial here at all! Residents of Chinese origin, Indoneisian and Filipino clandestinos do not have a clue about the famous native.
So I gave my farewell to Sandakan and got back to Kundasang. I do not know if a celeb was ever born here, but a lot of Czech celebs could be born here, judging from the name {Kunda = cu*t in Czech}.

The best known figure around is monumental Mt Kinabalu. It is about four thousand meters high and is really spectacular. Unfortunately, crowds of well-off tourists climb up every day. I am excluded of this group, so I watched the peak from afar.

Now I am in Keningau town. I will pitch a tent in the jungle. I am going to Tenom villafe tomorrow and maybe further east, towards Brunei kingdom. The princess there is said to be ill, so curing her might gain me half of the kingdom, as a fairy tale has it…