I was setting off on a journey where I would attempt to climb the highest mountain in South East Asia: Mount Kinabalu, Borneo. As a girl who is neither fit nor particularly adventurous in practice, I needed all the strength within to achieve such a climb, so when the plane touched down in Kuala Lumpur at 2 in the morning I jumped out of my seat, ready to explore the new land. It so happened to be that the person in front of me was not as eager in his quest to get off our 9 hour plane, so when the time came to wait patiently in line so that our fellow business class flyers could be escorted out, he stopped dead in his tracks and so did his suitcase. My feet however did not. Being an Aussie, I was naturally wearing my flip flops for this plane ride and at first didn’t notice the impact that his wheels had on my climbing devices. It wasn’t until I had set foot on Malaysian land that I realised my toenail was no longer it’s whole self.
Now there are two issues here, one is that I need my feet to do the walking so any sort of injury was not appreciated and two, where on earth do I find a medic in a ghostly airport in the early hours of the morning?!?! Luckily, after a hesitant knock on the First Aiders door, a man came out and I was ushered into what potentially were his sleeping quarters/ not exactly the hospital conditions that you would see in Sydney. But he patched me up. For free. And I was happy because I was able to break the ice with my tour group the next morning and got the sympathy looks that I so desperately sought.
More stories from Borneo coming soon to
Must have been a trip to remember, for all kinds of reasons!