Barbs's Big Bike RIde

This year I have decided to stay and enjoy an English Spring. It has been a long time coming but at last it is here and I am off to explore my own back yard. Well actually travelling up the UK mainland as far north as possible before 21st June and see how close I can get to the Midnight Sun.


After my travels along the Camino de Santiago across northern Spain last September on my trusty old iron donkey, I have bought a lighter bike in the hope that I can get up a few more hills and by going from Lands End to John o Groats (LEJOG) I can avoid the killing headwinds of the Spanish meseta.


So here she is, we had a jolly naming ceremony on Saturday and hopefully the good friends, food and weather I enjoyed will carry me through to the farthest northern climes. Thank you all for a great send off, admirably topped off with one too many pints The Village Bike listening to Mojo Triangle.


And she is called Eleanor, isn't she beautiful, I hope I still have such tender feelings after 6 hours in the saddle, but probably only in the nether regions I fear.


The map link on the right will show a rough itinerary and route and I will try try to update with my actual route, if I can work out how and where I am as I go along, you know there will be little correlation but I will get there or somewhere in the end!


If you want an email update, submit your address in the box also on right and hopefully it will find its way through the ether to you.



Saturday, 24 March 2012

School Holidays

I decided to try to climb Mt Kinabalu even though I hadn't booked accommodation and it was school holidays.

 So I was disappointed that all mountain beds were taken and although permits for a one day climb was available I didn't think I needed the pain of raising through 4100m in 24 hours. So I hired a guide to see how far I could get. Wow was I glad I didn't try for the top, they don't go for contouring here it is just straight up and up and up.

I did manage a view of the top before 8am but them the cloud was down and so I knew I wouldn't miss the view, which are apparently amazing on a clear day all the way to Kota Kinabalu and beyond.


And then the heavens opened, this is supposed to be the driest part of Sabah and I hadn't expected it and ended up crouched over my camera and phone etc, I thought it would pass but was eventually rescued by some passing British Council teachers, thank goodness for the school holidays, but my camera didn't survive, even in in its 'waterproof' case,
     I think it would have needed a diving pouch in that down pour. I can still take pictures but  the screen is dead so it is very interesting to see what I have taken on my computer.  So watch out for some interesting shots
 
 I also managed to experience the change in vegetation and see some orchids and the pitcher plants.

My knees were very grateful I didn't do the whole trip.
I had then planned to go to Kudat towards the tip of Borneo and then fall off the edge to Banggi Island. Public transport is not so easy here, and away from the main routes you are dependant on shared taxis in which you can wait all day to fill or pay for the empty seats to get going.
I didn't managed to get much further than Kota Belud and then get a taxi and boat to a beach to chill for a night or actually two as it was called Manana as it is so difficult to leave.
 







 



 







I again tried to get to Kudat and failed to find transport until I fell into an unofficial taxi only to be unable to contact any accommodation on Banggi so I found a fabulous longhouse retreat close to the actual Tip of Borneo, run by an expat brit. 
   I chose my room carefully
 A really chilled spot, great beach walks, some surfing and snorkelling although the sea was a bit rough for me and I ended up sick again!

I hired a bike for the day to explore the beaches and had fun making sandcastles with the locals, here is mount Kinabalu
There was also a trail through the mangroves which always feel spooky

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Sandakan Weekend

Plantation life is both stimulating and peaceful but it is good to get into town for the weekend for a little retail r & r, a beer looking over the bay and necessities of finding the bank etc.


The sun has started to shine at long last so I thought it would be good to find a beach for a swim. Sandakan town doesn't have any beaches so I managed to get to Berhala island in the bay by local ferry, but was I disappointed that water was too dirty for swimming I had been warned. The bay seems to attract all the plastic from all the coastal settlements. 
On landing I headed off along the coast to find my beach idyll but was followed by the local youth hassling for money, food etc. they tried to annoy me singing loudly to hip-hop on their phones so I joined in and they soon stopped, I knew my unique singing ability has some purpose. They eventually left me in peace on my tropical island breach shaded by a mangrove, sitting on a liberated lorry mud flap, almost idyllic except for the rubbish.
 Although the sun shone, and I got burnt again, the water was not inviting so I strolled inland hoping to get closer to the cliffs following goat trials, passing very rudimentary shelters, I didn't like to photograph as people were sleeping away the heat of the day in them, which I guess is their purpose rather than a full time dwelling, located by cultivated patches. I eventually ran out of goat trail and unusually for me sensibly turned back, I had already been warned by the 'youts' that there were jumping animals which bite, I assumed monkeys, but I am more afraid of snakes. I haven't seen any yet but others have. I returned to the village to be greeted as an old friend, or possibly relief that I handy completely lost myself, and to find a ferry back with out the 2 hour wait I had to get there.
The sea food here is amazing I was taken out for a fabulous dinner with Mr Chee, our wonderfully thoughtful host and plantation manager and his family to a restaurant in the SimSim the slit village I passed on my way to Berhala,  There was plenty to choose from still swimming in the tanks,  we had huge prawns, crabs, clams, squid and fish all for about the price of a fish supper at the pub.  He and his wife also took me for delicious dim sum for breakfast, so Simonne, if you are reading, you know what to look forward to

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Tree Planting Trip

Tree Planting Trip


A great morning was had by 30 primary school children and staff of MOP A, B & C on a trip to plant trees in conjunction with Hutan which is a Conservation NGO dedicated to the protection of the Sukau area Kinabatanga River only 2 or 3 miles from the plantation. It works as part of the Kinabatangan Orangutan Conservation Project. Which is run by the local people of the area and provides support for sustainable local provision of tourist facilities. It was through a chance meeting with the area coordinator which led to this trip and the Hutan giving a fun and lively workshop to all the schools on the benefits of preserving the forest here as a wildlife corridor, sustainable tourism opportunities providing jobs for local people and the effect on global environmental issues.

We set off at 5.30 am in order to have the opportunity to see wild life on the boat trip down to the tree planting site, the Hutan team had prepared the site and placement of the trees and gave a briefing on the process and the benefits to the local eco system and global climate change.

Everyone planted a tree with the appropriate blessing for a successful life. The trees are grown by the local community and are indigenous varieties which will support all forms of local wildlife including birds, monkeys and orangutans. The planting area is maintained and protected from elephants for three years to allow the saplings to become established.









We then set off for ad 2-3km jungle walk where we could experience how the trees will be in 10 to 20 years time; the area is secondary forest in that it was logged up until 1982. It was the first time all of the group children, teachers and drivers had experienced this, even though they have lived here for all or most of their lives. Some of the children do not have passports and so do not leave the plantation very often. Not very different than lifetime residents of the Lake District who haven't seen the top of a mountain.
We returned to the camp site and had quite a leech count, it seems that leech socks as made and sold locally may be the answer. The students were remarkably sang froid about them, much braver than me.