“You don’t wake up in the morning with the sound of a boorish alarm clock like a cat that’s hit by a pan. You don’t scuttle, walk like a zombie and hurriedly go downstairs for a sip of coffee that’s so hot that it could almost cook your tongue. Rather, you wake up with a melodic symphony coming from an orchestra of 568 species of birds, skillfully amplified by the refreshing tropical zephyr of one of the world’s oldest rainforests. You check the time, slowly get up from the bed and head out to open the door to welcome a new day in Sabah.”
I remembered flying an altitude of 14,000 feet and while heading to the easternmost region of Malaysia; it seemed that I could almost touch the pinnacle of South East Asia’s tallest mountain, Mt. Kinabalu. Seeing its rugged terrain and elevation from my window and the approximate two and a half hour flight gave me enough exploding energy to reach my climax of excitement.
Just before the plane touched down, I felt like I had been sucked into a wormhole and had been transported to a different era – to the historical period of WWII or shortly thereafter. My rusty and limited knowledge of the subject had come in handy and it was almost the last thing that I needed, to help me get through in my quest. Inside my head, quickly scanning the pages of my left hemisphere, I dug out some information about the place. Originally founded as Jesselton, the city is a living witness to the Japanese invasion against the British-Australian forces. After the war, the whole city was rebuilt and was renamed Kota Kinabalu in the year 1963.
Today, Kota Kinabalu or universally known as KK, is becoming a great global player in the hospitality and tourism industries. The city comprises a handful of prestige buildings, excellent budget accommodation and a growing number of shopping centers from the simple native stalls to competitive department stores. The engaging town provides great activities of leisure, including the islands of Tunku Abdul Rahman National Park and a surprisingly fun nightlife. In the heart of the city you may encounter 31 different ethnicities of people or groups such as Kadazans, Bajao’s, Sulu, Muruts, Kedayan’s, Rumanau, Minokok, Rungus and Bisaya from neighboring Philippines.
A 25minute flight from the vibrant city of KK to the little Hong Kong of Sabah, I reached Sandakan. The second largest city in Sabah situated on the north-eastern coast of Borneo and is the administrative center of the Sandakan Division. It had served as the capital of the British North Borneo during the colonial time.
The pages of history came flashing before me once again. Sandakan, formerly known as Elopura, was also a site of WWII. The Sandakan airport used to be a Japanese airfield that was built by the forced labor of 6000 Javanese civilians and allied prisoners of war. In 1945, the surviving Australian prisoners were sent on the Sandakan Death Marches and only 6 of them survived.
In recent time, this sleepy ancestral town has now become an ecotourism destination in Sabah which houses the Sepilok Orangutan Rehabilitation Center that was built in 1964 within the 4,300 hectare Kabili-Sepilok forest reserve where friendly yet notorious chimps are rehabilitated before releasing them into the wild. The new Sun Bear conservation center established in 2008, to mother the world’s smallest bear also raises curiosity among nature lovers. For those who are blessed with high energy levels, trekking the Rainforest Discovery Centre is absolutely rewarding where the trail leads you to the deeper part of the rainforest. A 300 meter canopy is erected, 25 meters above the ground and offers majestic views of the lush rainforest that is home to different species of birds and animals. Nearby are the heart-stirring Turtle Islands Park, Kinabatangan River and Gomantong caves.
The chill in the air had totally enveloped my frail figure making me shiver in banshee-like reverberations. Did the gods of the rainforest know that I would be leaving the next day and sent the storm to punish me? Or was it a way of begging me to stay for little longer and go back to the woods and help in the conservation effort? It left me thinking about a million different things. Yet I continued my stride. Most are not aware that when it rains, one will end up getting wetter if one runs, walking in steady steps, on a nice runway, with a worthy strut, is still the best way to keep oneself from soaking.
So it was, as I walked and entered in the Four Points Hotel by Sheraton that lies in the scenic harbor pedestrian promenade overlooking the Sulu Sea, I saved myself from getting totally soaked. But I failed to save my heart for it was drenched with the feeling of missing the places that I have traveled to in a short span of time. Through all this, the warm hospitality of the newly built hotel coupled with the general manager’s comical wit, Syntio Camilleri had not only given me a sense of relief, but uniquely the hotel offers tours to eco-attractions and that left me wanting for more.
I could go on and on but I’m afraid that if I talk too much I won’t be able to hold myself and spoil the adventures and surprises that awaits everyone who visits Sabah. Like anybody and out of the ordinary, each one has a story to be told. If you ask me, there will be no more pixie dusts to carry me back to that place or be whisked away by a Boeing737. But if all else fails; I’ll patiently wait for the bold pirate of the forest, Sam Mannan of Sabah’s Forestry Department to get me on his hook and in his big ship as we go sailing to the deepest and mysterious expanse of Borneo’s 130th million years old rainforest.