I expected my third visit to Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia to be relatively uneventful. But traveling has so many ways to delight and surprise us. I met several new friends, set foot on the outskirts of the Sabah state, tried pickled fruits that tasted like bugs, traditional Malay and Dusun cuisine and a really badass rice wine called Tapai. A few sips and you're buzzed for the night.
On top of that, I also managed to get myself into a very sticky situation that involved near drowning, a good amount of blood and medical evacuation from Kiulu river. Don't panic, I've fully recuperated. My frantic mother scolded me for being too "brave". What was I thinking when I jumped in the raging water to body raft, as if river rafting is not exciting (and risky) enough?
It was an unforgettable experience. But while it's nerve-wracking, I don't think it will hinder me from seeking future adventures. In fact, it drew me closer to my desire to see and experience more of this world. Among the things that ran through my mind after brushing with death, this truth struck me the most. If we can be gone in a snap of a finger, why waste our lives with mediocrity and regrets? Each morning is an opportunity to chase our dreams harder, to act kinder towards our neighbors, to love more passionately, to serve our Lord more faithfully, and never forget, to find life's greatest adventures.
|Rice paddies at Tambunan Village|
|and all playful at Mahua Falls|
|Gearing up for white water rafting at Kiulu river|
|Token shot at the snake road going to Tambunan village|
Thank you for all the love and well wishes! I'm up and about and ready for my next adventure. Shout out to the lovely Kitingan family who hosted us so graciously especially to Ann who escorted me to the clinic and all the way to the hospital. All my love for you guys!