Thursday, 20 November 2014

Unaccompanied Majors in Borneo

The night flight from Kathmandu seemed to consist of all of Nepal's males under the age of 18. Wide eyed, eager and nervous faces all bound for a minimum 3 year stint of hard work in Malaysia. They filled the departure lounge while 2 white, 50+ year olds sat in the corner embarking on the next phase of their year away- and feeling distinctly like unaccompanied majors!
After a short hop via Kuala Lumpur we arrived in Kota Kinabalu (KK) Sabah In Malaysian Borneo, once the domain of the British North Borneo Company chaired by Charles Jessel and known as Jessleton until 1967.
After checking into the excellently located budget hotel New Nan Xing in downtown KK we strolled out onto the historic Jessleton Point and ate a seafood Tom Yum, served in a fresh coconut, and a delicious fried fish with shredded green mango. The sun set over the South China Sea.


Over half the population of KK are Chinese so we really could have done with Joe and his Mandarin speaking skills to avoid the numerous food order errors that occurred during our stay! We mainly ate breakfast in the Kedai Kopi noodle bars, so it generally consisted of pork noodle soup, duck with rice, or dim sum. Hot drinks seemed to be the most likely to end in a disaster - the attempts to get a 'nice cup of tea' usually ended up with us receiving a large mug of cold iced super strong stewed tea with sweet UHT milk in it! We also ate at the seafront seafood night market where you select your sea creature or fish from a huge range on display, and then sip your fresh coconut water whilst waiting for it to get grilled and served with ferns in oyster sauce and rice.



Our first booked excursion involved another Air Asia flight to Sandakan in the North East of the island and after a brief visit to the Orangutan and the Sun bear sanctuary at Sepilok we were then off to our two night stay on the banks of the Kinabangan, Malaysia's second longest river.



We drove for about 2 hours past continuous, and endless oil palm plantations which eventually brought us to the narrow strip of remaining protected rainforest along the edge of the river and a 5 minute hop across to the Bilit Adventure Lodge run by a man called Nelson.




We were the only people staying at this resort for the first night and took a fabulous 4pm afternoon boat journey where we saw huge amounts of wild life. Proboscis monkeys, monitor lizards, crocodiles, silver leaf monkeys (langurs) and amazingly an orangutan in the wild. Sadly the rich animal life along the Kinabatagan River is due to the fact that all their habitat has been destroyed and is now oil palms - so they have nowhere else to live.



 



The accomodation was luxurious by our standards, a little wooden chalet raised up on a wooden built structure in the forest. We saw macaques from our room window, and could hear hornbills in the trees around.


After an evening meal we went into the forest for a night walk where we came across several very colourful birds perching on little branches at head height. These included a Spidercatcher, an Ashy Tailorbird and an Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher who were all asleep until our camera flash hit them!





Leeches managed to find their way into our boots that night and one even buried it's self in Nick's belly button- leeches are incredibly elastic and troublesome to remove!

The following morning we took an early morning 6am boat trip up the river to see more birds and wildlife, and then after breakfast a jungle trek to an ox-bow lake where we saw the rare Oriental Darter- known locally as the Snakebird due to its habit of swimming below the surface of the water with just it's head poking up so it looks like a snake.





We were pleased and surprised to be given "priority seats" by Air Asia for the 45 minute flight back to KK, this simply meant we sat in red topped seats in the first dozen rows and nothing more, but was a sign for more unexpected upgrades in Borneo.

Mount Kinabalu stands as a 4000m granite giant above the forests of Borneo. It is revered by some of the people of Sabah as the resting place of their ancestors. It has many peaks extending from it's plateau: Low's peak, the highest pont, named after the colonial administrator who was a keen naturalist and made the first recorded ascent of the mountain in 1851; The shapely south peak which was featured on the old one Ringgit note and the Donkey's ears that have been the scene of many new rock routes pioneered by Japanese climber Yuji Hirayama who claims to have found one of the worlds greatest E1's if only one could climb at that grade!




We had booked a standard 3D2N Kinabalu Climb package which took the alternative, quieter and more rugged route up the mountain starting from Mesilau Resort. We spent the afternoon exploring a little forest trail, and when we returned to our dormitory style hostel that we had booked, we were unexpectedly upgraded to a lovely little heated chalet as we seemed to be the only people staying in the hostel and they wanted to clean it ready for the high season. In the upmarket restaurant we ate the first of what was to become a very familiar meal provided by Sutera Harbour Resort- the company who now own all hostels, mountain huts, chalets, restaurants, and transport within the Kinabalu National Park, and large parts of the luxury hotel market in KK.



The  densely forested trail from Mesilau climbs up (and then down and up again!) for 5.5km when it meets the main trail from the park headquarters. There were only about 10 others on our trail so it was quiet and well vegetated. We saw large Pitcher plants as we ascended the mountain.





After joining the main trail we started to see large numbers of other groups including a cheery Japanese group who were perhaps inspired by the oldest Kinabalu ascentionist- a fellow countryman of ninety.


We had brought Joe to climb Mount Kinabalu when he was just four years old and we had all gone up to the Laban Rata rest house at 3200m arriving in the rain. We remember being booked into a cheaper hut several hundred metres from the cosy main building, and when we arrived late, Joe burst into tears which then precipitated the sympathetic offering of a room in the main Laban Rata building and all was well. Sue and I were also treated to a similar upgrade on this occasion but without tears this time!



The sleepless night in the dormitory was followed by a 2am breakfast and we were off in head torch light by 3am


Steep wooden steps soon give way to the high grip granite slabs. A white rope leads all the way to the summit (mainly for navigation purposes and help on the steeper sections) but although this was Nick's third time on the mountain it still proved to be a delightful journey again. As dawn broke we saw the shadow of the mountain on the western skyline as the alpine glow began to appear on the mountains many peaks.



After a brief pause to view the sunrise on the summit at about 6am, we descended back to Laban Rata hut for yet another Sutera buffet breakfast.




Then we continued the long decent totalling about 3000m to the Park Headquarters and another Sutera buffet before the drive back to KK. The decent always hurts but it was reassuring that the after-affects on our bodies were not as bad as 13 years ago!


The day after saw time to sort and plan. First we put 5kg of laundry into the shop next to our hotel for the princely sum of four pounds. This was the third occasion, since our departure from the UK on 22 August, to get our clothes professionally washed - the last two were a rock pounding job in Kathmandu. We should point out that underwear was washed on a daily basis (by Nick). The addition of five metres of cord, clothes pegs and a collapsible rip stop nylon "kitchen sink" weighing about 20 grammes have been vital additions to our travel kit over the years.

The last item on Sue's bucket list before leaving Borneo was to see the elusive Raffelesia flower, this parasitic plant only grows on a very specific liana vine, and takes 9 months to bloom from the first appearance of a golf ball sized bud erupting on a ground traversing root of the liana. The bud expands to about football size then explodes into a rather stinky red monster which can grow to be up to a metre in diameter. To make matters more tricky they stay in bloom for just four days after which they decay to a black smelly mess.

The man in KK Sabah Tourist Office was very helpful in tipping us off about two locations where current blooms had been reported. The were both back on the other side of Mount Kinabalu so a taxi ride on a beautiful clear morning took us to the first location. After a bumpy track and a £6 fee to an enthusiastic villager we were led up through some trees to where a temporary shelter nursed the flower in a patch of rainforest on his land. After so many years of hearing about these it was nice to finally feast our eyes on such a fine specimen of this rare plant.


We then set off to Vivian's place near Poring Hot Springs which by contrast was a well kept garden with many varieties of fruit trees being cultivated. There we not only saw a blooming Raffelesia but also the decaying remains of several older plants plus the buds of many potential flowers. It appears that there is no season for them and flowering can happen at any time of he year. We suspect that the careful nurturing is the key and it is surprising that Raffelesia spotting is not on the standard package tours for all visitors to Sabah.




In our remain time in Borneo it seemed fitting to continue the search for wildlife but this time closer to "home" so a short walk took us to the last remaining vestige of mangrove in Kota Kinabalu. A tired board walk, some hides and a small tower enabled us to do some final spotting. Not a great deal was seen other than fiddler crabs, mud skippers and a brief encounter with a monitor lizard.





KK has certainly changed since our last visit and we suspect that it will be equally unrecognisable on our return in a few years time but we are optimistic that the biological significance of Sabah in providing the world with an accessible snapshot of a huge biodiversity, together with it's continued World Heritage status will hopefully keep the natural environment safe for the future.















Monday, 10 November 2014

Inner Dolpo Trek

In the 1980's Sue read The Snow Leopard by Peter Mattheissen, thirty years later with available time and money she finally got to travel in his footsteps to Inner Dolpo.
This area of Nepal was closed to tourists until 1989 and it remains a quiet corner, with a 'restricted permit only' entry that will, we hope, remain a taste of Tibet in Nepal. The route was 20 days of trekking and camping, going up and over 3 passes of about 5200m.
Nick, still unaccustomed to small aeroplanes, found himself muttering Praise the Jewel in the Lotus (Om Mani Padme Hum) as the very basic18 seater wobbled its way towards a short airstrip of gravel perched precariously on a ridge - this was Juphal.


We were one day late arriving at Juphal (fog caused the flight from Nepalgunj to be cancelled) which was the starting point of our 20 day journey, but the weather was good in Dolpo and we were fortunate to have missed the horrendous storms caused by Cyclone Hudhun and which resulted in many deaths in the mountains of Nepal. The journey from Kathmandu was a 2 stage flight via the Nepal/India border town of Nepalganj - a linear hot and dusty town which remains work in progress!
We were now well used to a "big group" style trekking trip and the 9 others trekkers plus a UK leader meant we needed the assistance of 17 horses, 3 Sherpas, 4 cooks and several local horsemen. The work ethic of the Nepali team was phenomenal. Preparation of "bed tea" starts before dawn, breakfast is cooked, then as we set off trekking everything has to be loaded onto horses or carried in porters baskets, lunch is served en route (when all the Nepali team have a huge plate of Dahl Baht) and all the tents are pitched before we arrive at camp,  and finally there is the preparation of an evening meal for us all - this finishes their day by about 8pm. Our 3 Sherpas were highly experienced, Sonam - the boss (Sirdar), was a calm and confident foreman who appeared every day looking as if he was dressed for the office or a round of golf - he coordinated everything and everyone with authority and good humour. Dorje, an Everest sumitter, had little English but copious energy for work and finally Nawang the smiling and chatty youngster who's patience was infinite. Our cook Junay and his helpers, as always, produce miracles on a Primus stove ranging from rice, lentils and vegetables to chips, pizza and cake.


Our route began through tree lined valleys and deep gorges then wound it's way to high camps before a pass. Unfortunately the profile of the journey was not always that good and our first pass required a camp site step-up from 3700m to 4700m which was an excessive increase in altitude and resulted in Bill, a very nice 73 year old needing a rescue back to Kathmandu. This was not without drama as the first helicopter was unable to take off from the gorge leaving the pilot stranded with just a T-shirt and unacclimatised to the altitude. A second machine soon arrived and all was well but that was the end of the trek for Bill.
The first rest/acclimatisation day was spent at Ringmo on the banks of the holy Lake Phoksumdo, the deepest in Nepal, amazingly blue, but lifeless. 



The continuing trail has an intricate, but quite delicate track carved out of it's western cliffs, very overhanging and built up with stones and trunks precariously balanced over the steep cliffs. This route was made famous in Eric Vali's film Himalaya in which a yak slipped and plunged into the lake.



After the lake we climbed over the Kang La (5344m) and entered Inner Dolpo to reach Shey Gompa for our second rest day. Rob Fraser, our UK leader is a photographer dedicated to his art and he took every opportunity to photograph and interview people with his 1920's style large format camera complete with cape. After taking their portraits he takes an instamatic photo of them which they can keep. His work in the mountain environment is unique, you can visit http://i-porter.co.uk to see a project where he lived and worked as a porter carrying trekker's bags in the Khumbu region of Nepal.



The people of Dolpo are Tibetan in appearance and speak a dialect of Tibetan, and the Gompas and houses are very traditional in style.




We had one brief snow shower at Shey Gompa but otherwise enjoyed excellent weather, although the temperature inside the tent on high camps (4800m) did go down to about minus 12 degrees Celcius.


We visited Crystal Mountain School, in the village of Tarap in outer Dolpo which is part funded by a French charity. The children had excellent English and were very keen students. A greenhouse project to grow vegetables at the school had an unexpected spin-off. They found that it enabled them to extend the winter teaching as it provided a light and warm place to study. There were several copy greenhouse/conservatories also built in the town that enabled general indoor jobs to be done by everyone deeper into the winter months when temperatures fall.



It was when Nick tried to count in Tibetan that a large crowd of school children appeared around him who were very amused to see him struggle to count to 5!


In Saldang we visited a house where a puja (blessing) was taking place and we were welcomed into their home. The kitchen was the hub of activity.



The last few days of the trek were along a 'road' which was very much still under construction, as always thoughts turned to the end of the trek when we would be able to have the first proper shower for 20 days, all manner of different foods, and a comfy bed! The Dolpo Trek was spectacular in terms of scenery, people and Tibetan culture, although we did not see much wildlife except for Bharal (blue sheep) and Lammergeiers.


We went to see Amrit and family for a farewell Anu tea today before our evening flight to Kota Kinabalu. We are very sad to leave Nepal after 80 days, we have been here during the monsoon but now winter  is setting in with cool dry air and the peak tourist season is well under way, Thamel is getting a face-lift with new road surfaces and prayer flags but I am sure we will be back in the future.