I often meet people that seem to think that I'm an unlucky traveller. I don't often see myself that way but when I think about it, most people probably get through a trip without rabies jabs, a urine shower and now a malaria test....praise the Lord, it revealed negative, I recovered quickly from whatever bug I did have and since then, we have been trekking through the borneo jungles (the home of many a crazy creature - snakes, monkeys, spiders, bearded pigs, lizards and so much more). It's always unfortunate for the person who takes the lead on the treks as they are made responsible for breaking the cobwebs with their body to create a clear path for their followers - something which resulted in me finding a cheeky lil spider down my cleavage (when I say lil, it wasn't actually that small at all...). You never can be quite sure whether there are bugs on you in the jungle or if the movement is just sweat balls trickling down your body; oh it's a very attractive look indeed. We spent a disturbed night in Bako national park in a shack of a room with a disconnected bathroom that was so creepy that none of us would go in alone - not ideal for the girls who had to accompany me every half hour to relieve my upset stomach....apologies. On checking out of our accommodation the following morning, we were greeted by a gang of monkeys blocking our path out of the block. Now if there's anything that I'm more afraid of out here than stray dogs, it's wild monkeys, but we all had to brave it and eventually made a fast exit past the snarling thieves. As much as a cold dip in the Malaysian sea would have been a perfect end to some of our treks, we were advised to stay well away from the waters edge due to the risk of crocodile attacks....although the boat taxi drivers didn't seem too concerned when they made us wade off the beach through the sea to get into their boats (or when our driver stopped the boat to point out a crocodile 5 metres away on the riverside - please keep moving dear driver...). We were also extremely lucky to get a sighting of 2 orangutans in their natural habitat earlier in the week which brought me to tears of joy (as well as a few tears of fear when the biggest one started cornering us into the jungle depths...although not very many people can say that they've been "chased through the jungle by an orangutan", that's for sure!). Back in the city, we spent an evening enjoying seafood in a local food hall whilst being gazed at intently by a drooling Malaysian boy who's jaw had dropped down further than the table after noticing 4 white girls sat in his eye line. After an hour of being gawked at, we thought it was only appropriate that we spoke to him, asking him politely for the bill. I wish I had caught the following moment when this boy then melted to the floor in a puddle of giggles unable to respond, nor understand the fact that we were ready to leave....