Here’s one last shot of Mount Kinabalu. This was taken by my father from the guest house run by the government in the Ranau District of Sabah. As I recall, we stayed there for a brief period after our arrival in Borneo before we moved into our more permanent residence. I’m hoping I’ll find photos of that home in the future.
I know when we left the place we had to cross at least one river on a very long and unstable looking bamboo bridge. My memory of that is that I was very displeased by the affair.
This shot brought back a lot of memories (as they all have to be honest). I recall the very ordered greenness, if you will, of the place. Having seen pictures of Ranau today I have to say, it’s quite different from what I remember, but what isn’t after 54 years?
Slower, cheaper, less useful…