There is a video screening at the Nature Education Centre and we were able to watch, through glass, young orangutans at a feeding platform that was like a playground with ropes etc.
It was pouring rain and cold. I had forgotten that a few meters of altitude, makes a big difference in temperature. Bring a hoodie or sweater along with a light raincoat.
Even in the rain, we got to interact with an older male who had been at the centre for some time and appeared to have no fear of humans. He sat in the shelter while we all stood in the rain, with raincoats and umbrellas, taking photos of him. His expression suggested that he thought we were stupid.
The hatchlings have to run from the shore to the water or they will get disoriented. If they are released further out at sea, they will just swim back to the shore.
The female adult turtles return to where they were hatched to lay their eggs.
The sex of the turtle is determined by how hot the eggs get. In order to manage the percentage of ‘girls’ to ‘boys’. the hatchery has shaded and full sun areas. Where the new eggs get put is determined by where the others were most recently placed.
The green turtles lay their eggs at night and the eggs hatch at night, both are adaptations that help to prevent the eggs and hatchlings from being eaten.
David had said that the only thing he really wanted to do on this trip was to visit the Turtle Islands and he sent me a link. None of my friends that I asked had heard of it and considering that this would make a fantastic weekend getaway from Singapore, that is unfortunate.
I booked a 2-day/ 1-night tour with Amazing Borneo Tours. We were picked up at the Nak Hotel at 9 a.m. after we had eaten a nice breakfast. We were transferred to the “Sandakan seafront jetty” for a speedboat trip across 40 km of the Sulu Sea. It reminded me of a similar trip from Phuket to the Phi Phi Islands in Thailand.
The brochure and reviews made the accommodation on the island sound primitive but with air conditioning and hot showers, I would have described it as moderate rather than basic.
The flight across Borneo from K.K. to Sandakan is short (40 minutes) and if we had a couple of days more, we could have made the trip by bus or train. Andrey pointed out that when we went to the Mount Kinabalu area, we were almost half-way to Sandakan.
I had chosen the Nak Hotel for our one night in Sandakan because it sounded like it had character. Unfortunately, in this case ‘character’ meant ‘needed maintenance etc.’. The staff were all young and not very well trained. The restaurant on the roof of the Nak served good food but the staff didn’t seem to understand the basics of customer service. It is well-located and has history, so I really hope someone will take it over and turn it into a boutique hotel.
We went for a stroll around the downtown part of Sandakan before turning in for an early night so that we would be well-rested for the next day and our Sandakan-Seligan Turtle Island Escape.
We had a flight booked to Sandakan in the afternoon, so David and Andrey decided that we should visit either the state or the city mosque. We decided on the city mosque. On the way, we stopped at a posh shopping centre so that I could get a new battery for my camera. The surprising thing about this shopping centre was that they charged people to use the toilets!
After buying the battery, we walked along a seaside path to a park across a highway from the mosque. Getting across was a bit scary for me as I would rather ford a raging river than cross multiple lanes of traffic.
I was dressed modestly and had tucked my hair up under a baseball cap but it wasn’t sufficient. I learned ages ago that shoulders and knees should be covered when visiting churches, and more recently, I learned that similar attire is needed when visiting Buddhist temples but in order to visit this mosque, arms needed to be covered and I was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. Perhaps the ‘rules’ vary from country to country, or mosque to mosque. When I visited the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, I had to put a scarf over my head but I am not sure if the scarf covered my arms. I cannot honestly remember what I was wearing.
I recently applied to have my blog be part of Lonely Planet’s Pathfinders. I really respect Lonely Planet (my first guidebook was Africa on a Shoestring) and would love to write for them (I was thanked for my contributions to the Japan guidebook and the Spain guidebook). Unfortunately, my blog, as it was, was not travel-focused enough.
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Nov 16, 10:52 AM GMT
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I have removed the posts that were not travel-centric and, on the very good advice of Eli, the Partying Traveler, I have changed the name of the blog to better reflect what the reader can expect. Those of you who are fans of the old-school travel writers like Hemingway, Blixen, and Flaubert will recognize the new name for my blog as being borrowed from Flaubert in Egypt.