Buh-Buh Bario...

Day 28. We woke-up, all comfortable and snug, with freshly washed clothes by the bedside, drying. We were in beds, real BEDS! with covers and matresses and all! This homestay was the business! Sweet bejesus, it's nice here!
In the morning, we didn't really do much, and after some time passed with a noodle-tastic breakfast, we had a few meetings!
Whilst throwing about a large dead spider, we talked about all our expereinces and the fun we'd had... although I was more focused on the occasional kamikaze motorcyclist outside the window.
We also decided what everyone's nick-names for the trip would be... So here they are...

- Soos: Madame Food
- Emma: Squeaky Tortoise
- Calvey: "No, you're wrong!" (taxi incident!)
- Kyle: Hoarding Godfather
- Hannah: Milk Lady
- Samira: Essex
- Zoe: Verbal Diarrhoea
- Sarah: ... loves
- Lucy: "Guys, Wait!"
- Lyndz: Japanese Tourist
- Annie: Rooney, My Love!
- Me: Wet Washing!

The sheer cheek...
We were also given small, mysterious, wrapped parcels and the challenge of "who will crack first"! The aim was to NOT open yours first, and if you did, you'd lose... although I'm not sure what you'd lose! Everyone just wants to open them to see what's inside! We later decided to open them all at the airport...
Calvey had his projectile shit and poo moment in the toilet... shit EVERYWHERE! God bless Jardia, deeply nestled in Mr Caley's stomach! That'll teach him for scimping on iodine!
Begrudgingly leaving the homestay and Bario, we walked to the airport as it started to rain, one half of us first, followed an hour or so later by the other half of the group. I was in the first group - down a dirt track, heavy bags on back we went, wishing we could stay just one day longer in this amazing, isolated village. At the airport, Rooney (Annie's local love!) had turned up to say goodbye to her. Aw, what a legend! And what a Rooney lookalike! In the end, it turned out they didn't see each other! Annie was in the second group to fly off, not mine... and I think they must've just missed each other!
The Twin Otter 19-seater plane journey back was just as thrilling as it was on the way to Bario. Damn, they were good pilots.
Once back at Miri airport, we got more delicious ice-creams! Much the the woman stallholders delight! She actually remembered us! But who wouldn't after we abused her free chocolate sauces system so much?!
We were all now back in bustling Miri, and went to check our emails, do some shopping and generally have a look around! Even if the look around mainly consisted of going to the "mall"!
But not for long! We were soon back at the airport, flying from Miri to Kuching, our last stop of the holiday! The plane was muchly larger than the Twin Otter, with the journey taking around 1h30 if I remember right! We all sat together, and started passing our journals around for each other to write in... The end is coming! Noooo!
Kuching is one of Borneo's larger cities, meaning "cat" in the local dialect! Didn't see too many of them around though!
Our hostel had lots of steps, and was near a prison. At night, feisty and lively, we all went to a really cool fish bar, with a gazillion options of fish and sea creatures to try. I chose half a stingray to eat, which was damn tasty, if not a little spicy with all the sauce crap! The man tried to flog me a whole stingray but goddam, it would've killed my stomach!
Night - time to hit "the town"! So to speak.
Past nice hotels, brothels, into pubs and bars, hearing Pixies on some radio, dodging cars. It was an incredible night. One of the last we'd all spend together.
Although none of us saw it, Kyle was sick all over the floor of one bar. By that stage, the rest of us had gone back to the hostel and sat on the roof, looking over the mean Kuching streets, talking into the night. Adam & Su (leaders) were talking to Kyle for ages back at the bar, and we had to wait up for them because we didn't think they had a key!
The night whiled away, way beyond witching hour...

I don't ever want to go home...