2nd July: Kinabalu Park. 6 am: up and about, waiting for our guide from our tour company. Was to be picked up at about 7 am. Guide did not show. Turns out that there was a miscommunication and they were expecting to pick us up only on the 3rd. Waited another 1.5 hr in a coffee shop, drinking more Kopi O ais. There's something rather comforting, or perhaps even nostalgic about being up and about in the early hours in a small town. None of this hurried rush that you'd get in the big city. 9 am: Guide turns up. Jamil and from then on, we were in good hands. Stopped by the Kundasang in our efforts to buy a guitar. Kundasang's a pretty interesting place. It was Tamu (market day) and we had everything on sale. Produce, poultry, homewares and more used-looking clothings (even possibly underwear, which was a little disconcerting). We booked accommodation outside the park, and the view from our view was pretty spectacular. Kinabalu is pretty spectacular anyway. We are planning to g...
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