Wednesday 27th August
There is still a
lot of security all around us. (NO the security is not about us; it is general!) Many
Maritim boats in Kudat marina, zipping importantly in and out, guns aloft. Pulau Lankayan was like a small fortress,
with a big Maritim boat circling the tiny island, several small ones tethered
to the main jetty, and a few gun emplacements (pillboxes) dotted along the
beaches. Cosy!
The soldiers all
look very comfortable, lolling on their hammocks and daybeds, in the shade. I
imagine a posting to Lankayan would count as reward for good behavior. You
have been on watch in a stinky hellhole full of rats, batboys and poo for two years and
you have not complained once. Off you to
to Lankayan for a rest cure!
Pete wandered off
into the bushes behind this beach (you can see 2XS and the big Maritim boat in
the background.) I didn’t follow; I was
worried about stepping on something sharp and or bitey. He came up behind another pillbox, with
lolling soldiers, and immediately (and very sensibly) started talking to them
in a loud voice. Hello fellas! Here I
am, right behind you! Do not be
alarmed! Do not shoot me! They laughed in great delight – a bit of a
diversion!
Our Emma sometimes
had a bit of difficulty understanding Pete… She came into the cabin one day,
laughing, in some relief. Pete had asked
her to bring him a spanner, and when she handed it to him, he turned to address
the task in hand and shouted, Bloody
oath! (As he does, when he is
concentrating on a complicated job.) She
reeled a bit and thought, Why is he
calling me a bloody oaf?? Fortunately
she managed to translated things swiftly in her head and she did not get
offended.
Our anchorage outside
the marina is nice and safe. We would not
be so safe tied up to one of these crumbling pontoons…
So sad. This is a very new marina – we were at the grand
opening only a month or two ago – and it is totally falling apart…
I took a photo of
a large school of tiny fish, in the clear Lankayan shallows. These schools swirl about, acting in unison, and
they form easy, tasty prey for local birds, ready to swoop down for a snack.
We have unloaded
the bikes and will be off soon into Kudat town (about four kilometres
away.) This was their first trip in the new
dinghy and…all went well!
Hahaha! I loved the image of Emma thing shed been called an oaf. She does not look remotely oaf-like.
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