bit when we walked a couple of doors down to the wedding party. Everyone was drinking and eating and the bride's mother was trashed. We talked to thelocals for a bit and took our picture under the "Hapdy Webping Day" sign and told the Indonesians that it was our wedding picture. Maybe the 5th Indonesian we showed it to picked up that in the photo we were in the same clothes with the Hapdy Webping Day sign was just out front. They can be funny people.The next day Daniel drug us around to all his little functions. I did not know what we were doing at some of these things, but it was a good way to spend the day and we got food. Regardless of how foul it was. We went to the graveyard which was really cool. They have really bright traditional artwork that adorns the gravesites. Symtrical swrils with faces inside of it.

That night we went to a festival with traditional music and dancers. I have to say that Daniel really pulled through for us (he got extra ringgit for this). We had a really nice time. The women had on feathered hats and sequined gowns and all the men had traditional hats on their head. It was nice to see there is some kind of tradition left in Borneo. I think it is unfortunate though, that most of the generations now don't have tatoos on their arms and ankes and their earlobes are not stretched. Once the older people die, the old traditions we be about gone.

We hichiked back to that usless city of Bintulu and caught a flight to Kuching. This was a beautiful city set on a scenic waterfront. We had such a short time left in Borneo and figured we wanted to spend the time in Kuching. We went on a sunset cruise with some dancers who gave a fruitless attempt at some culture. But the girl let me try on her costume, as you can imagine, I liked that. The next day I flew to Kuala Lumpur.

Kuala Lumpur was a big city, but not as modern as I thought it would be. Ya, it has the big World Trade Center Petronas Towers and some other thing shooting out of the sky, but it was a pretty asian city to me after that. Lots of people, in a 24-hour city with Chinatown and Little India running the city. I did some needed shopping and got my last 60-day visa to Indonesia. Then got on a bus to Singapore.

Singapore is a funny place. Sometimes it might be hard to believe that one country could be just one big shopping mall, but it really exists. The remaining forests is only 4% of its land. There is a hugh Indian influence there, with other differnet cultures. It is all high-tech and car doors open and close by themselves. All kinds of things are happening around you in Singapore. Everyone is really orderly and always files nicely in a que to get a bus or taxi, no one crosses the road when the red man is up, and there is no trash on the ground. Almost perfectly manicured. The subway system was the nicest I have seen in the world, and they recylce their metro pass cards by giving you a deposit for the card when you return it or buy a new ride. Apparently it is a S$500 fine if you are caught eating or drinking in the subway. We went by cable car to Sentosa Island which was complete crap. It was some amusement-like place that was all concrete. But, Singapore is an amazing place to see, only if you have 3 days. So, with in 1 hour I was thrown back into Indonesia with all the hussle that comes with it. I was finally going to Sumatra. After all this time.

We went to Bintulu to catch our flight to Belaga. I have never met so many people in one place that could be so completely useless. Everywhere we went, people gave us the wrong directions or had no idea what we were talking about. I acually think for a breif moment we were actually in China, not Malaysia.

The flight was short and small. There was only 2 other people and the pilots. Then, we took a boat on the Rejang to the town of Belaga. Belaga was a cool little town, with traditional people with the long earlobes were walking about town and every 3rd person had something wrong with them. The food situation was bleak, but Alan managed chocolate, and I have accepted rice. We met Daniel here to give us all the good adive around the river. He also graced us with the deaf and mute girl that was following us around town. It would have been ok, but she screamed a lot when she tried to communicate and it was doing both of our heads in. So we had to leave. We took our first walk to spend the night in a village about 2 hours away. After about an hour, it was pouring down rain. There wasn't any reason to even try to hid from it so by the time we reached the village, we had no change of clothes and wrapped ourselves in traditional gear. The village, which had all of about 4 people, was ok. They cooked us some dinner and Alan played the guitar to take up some time. We left first thing in the morning!

Daniel then took us out on a boat trip. We spent about an hour at a waterfall where we got to skinny dip and saw some small rapids. He took us to some long houses on the river. It is a really long house, with different houses inside where everyone lives. The ones we saw were actually really nice with stained wood and glass windows, or it was under construction. We went to one house where we learned to blow out of a blow pipe. It is a long wooded instument that you put an arrow like spear in and blow it out and kill the animal. I just hit a pillow.

Daniel (and all his vulagarity) took us on a 4-wheelers drive heaven through the wet roads of the Borneo jungle to Asap where his family was, and he had to do some community work. Daniel told us there was a funeral ceremony in the village and when we got to there I couldn't laugh anymore, because it was serious. But, his vialness just had me in stitches the whole time. Asap was 2 long houses joined by a walking bridge. We were there during a funeral where everyone was sitting smoking huge, rolled cigarettes. Then things picked up a

Uncle Tan's Safari Camp was not really a river boat safari, it turned out to be safari boot camp, which neither one of us was prepared for. All my daypack had was a pair of pants with a slit up to my thigh, 2 shirts (glitter, of coure), a pair of short-shorts, flip-fops and a bikini. They had on this schedule of treks, jungle and boat rides. I went in the jungle for about 10 minutes and turned back, as there were about 1,000 mosquitos in my face, and no, I did not have bug repellent. I thought this place was a bit of torture. The guides all asked us why we were there and if we were going out to the night club. So, to take up time we did a bikini photo shoots, while dreaming of the beach. Finally we got to leave and decided that Sabah wasn't really for us and that it might be best just to make our way to Brunei.

By this time we had picked up cute Irish Boy (Alan) and took him with us so we could look at him. We took the only train in Borneau which was 2 cars long. Then took a boat ride to Pula Labuan where we could get the boat to Brunei. We actually found a really nice hotel that had a swimming pool that looked on to the beach. We decided that we would stay, we were the only guests and we could lay out topless, considering we were in a very muslim area. I left once to go to my usual trip to see a doctor for what ever the problem is now, and spent the rest of the time at the pool, which I actually think wasn't the healthiest bit of water I have swam in considering it was fresh water with no chlorine.

After 3 relaxing days, we made it to Brunei. And there was really nothing to do there. A big mosque exists in the city and we sat by it and watched the few muslims come to pray. Considering the grandeur of the mosque, I was disapointed in how many people came out to pray to Allah. We managed to go to the Jerudong Park Playground, which is an amusment park with roller coasters and other such rides. This was good fun as we were the only people in the park. We decided there was nothing really to do in Brunei and we would go see the Niah Caves National Park in Sarawak, Borneo.

Sarawak - We took a 2 kilometer walk through the jungle. The caves were impressive, absolutely huge. Some of the biggest in the world. We stayed there to see all the bats fly out of the cave when the sun fell, but that didn't really happen. Only a few came out. Alan and Emily thought maybe by screaming in the cave and having it echo would make the mass amount of bats fly out, and we would see this spectacular wonder of the world, but it didn't work. We decided we could not spend another night there because, we were again in an uninspiring dorm room with nothing to do, but walk back to the cave. So me and Alan left to Belaga and we said goodbye to Emily, who had provided us with so many laughs and so much of her bullshit talks with us. She would be forever missed. .

Sabah - I learned in Malaysia that it is not where you are but who you are with. I flew from Sulawasi, Indonesia to Kota Kinabalu. I was really surprised to see that it was a built up city with a lot of nice cars and houses! This is where I met Emily and we travelled to Mount Kinabalu, which, of course, I was not going to climb but just to walk around. it is rainy season, so it was a short walk and a long night in an uninspiring dorm room. We did not belong there. We decided it wasn't the best place for us so we went to the Pouring Hot Springs where we could sit inside of hot springs.

But, the hot springs were in fact, not really hot springs at all, but what looked to be a men's urninal. It was a bunch of small pools with all kinds of Indonesian bathing in them. And they were cold. The hot ones you had to pay exrtra for, and that was like a jacuzzi. So we decided this was not really the place for us either. So we went to Sandakan which was your average over-populated Asian city.

The main purpose is to see the orang-utans at Sepilok Rehabilitation Center. Though amazing to see the orang-utans, the place was flooded with package tourists therefore being, not very intimate orang-utan experience. Then spent an hour waiting for some Sumatran Rino to come out, which never did, so we left. To our suprise, we went to the afternoon feeding and there were no tourists and lots of orang-utans. One of them who is used to people came up to us. I knelt down by it and it grabbed ahold of my necklace, then to the top of my tank top, opened it, and looked down. It was shocking for a moment, especially with so many people watching and laughing. Though, the second time around was better, we made no effort to see the Rhino, and we heard the elephants, but we wern't allowed to see them? Strange place, wouldn't really recommend it. So, we decided this was not really the place for us, we would go on a boat safari on the Sungai Kinabatangan.