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Day 7 - Camping Site - Mulu
Wednesday 26th August 1998
I woke up at 5.30 am. The river was stunning with a mist hanging in the air and the pebble beach lit by the dying flames of the fire. Two Kayan ladies from the nearby house appeared and strolled along the pebble beach. They stopped to chat and then got in their longboat to go downriver to their banana garden. For me it was one of life's perfect moments, pure upriver Sarawak, the environment and the people combing for a brief moment that will be forever etched in my memory.
We departed at 8.00 am and drove along a good logging road, occasionally catching glimpses of the various mountain peaks of Mulu National Park. As we reached the fringes of the park, I tweaked the radio and to my surprise the dial locked into London's Capital Radio, beamed live from London to the Sultanate of Brunei, and consequently to the neighbouring areas of Sarawak. As a cockney voice waxed lyrical about the amazing discounts available on Ford cars at Dagenham Motors, I grinned from ear to ear and tried to explain to my fellow passengers that hailing from Ilford, a few miles away from Dagenham, this was a most spiritual moment.
After loading the cars on a barge, crossing the Tutoh river and an hour's drive on a yellow mud road, we arrived at Mulu and checked into the Royal Mulu Resort. That night, after a hot shower and a good feed, we hit one of the bars at Mulu with everyone in a buoyant mood.
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