A village life

The kampung house from outside

The road out the village, most of Kinabatangan has lost its jungle to Palm trees sadly

Inside, the kitchen where the hub of activity is ,the children come to play and the women gather to do 

chores or just to meet and chat. Under the vynil flooring is the earth itself. Behind me from where I stand to take this pic is the living room where we slept, well actually I was meant to stay in the smaller house for guests but a spooky intruder in the night made me move my bedding into the main house, I thought it was a rat that had ran across my face, but they told me it was the cat, maybe that would explain the clammy paw I felt on my hand when it was softly treading across me before my nerve broke and I jumped of the bed. Yes laugh! it was not fun :(

I rather imagine the cat than the rat!

Sometime during the stay my host apologised for not having the city comforts of home. I told her I didn't mind it at all, as long as there was a toilet and a door to shut it and a decent spot to sleep then I can rough it out.I certainly wasn't complaining! That is part of the adventure,to see how rural people live and to push the boundaries of my comfort level. I knew what this trip entailed and not having 5 star comforts does not faze me! I just don't like creepy crawlies in the dark >.<

I feel like this cat too! it's still too early to be up! 

Farewell picture