So this is what is known as the rainy season. It rained quite a lot before up in Ranau but now I understand the difference and the relentless and continuous force of the rain is what causes the landslides and roads to be washed away. Not being a stranger to rain and floods in Normandie, I now realise that this rain is on another scale. I arrived back in Sabah last week and as a temporary measure I am still at the homestay until I can move into my house. It is nice to see everyone again here and they seem pleased to see me too which is comforting! The gossip from the homestay is that the Indonesian maid has been sacked for not working and having too many boyfriends! The Filipino builders who were building an extension that was progessing at a VERY slow rate and were having rent free accomodation have done a runner leaving a very unfinished extension. Immigrant workers seem to be an essential part of the employment structure in Malaysia as many of the Malaysians including some of the Sabahans believe that some types of work are beneath them. The homestay is built in an old established orchard and this seems to be the season the rambutans, and many other fruits that I have never seen or tasted before. The aroma of durions is still around as the end of the season approaches and the price in the market is down to 4 ringitt a kilo. The padi fields have changed to a carpet of bright green and this photo is taken where the lady was building the mud wall in October.
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| durions at the market |
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| rambutans |
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| buah tampoi |
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| tarap (in the jack fruit family) |
As we all know continuous rain can be very depressing but on Thursday when I felt that it was never going to stop, the thick dark clouds disappeared and Mount Kinabalu revealed herself in all her glory and I remembered how much I love living in the mountains in Sabah with Mount Kinabalu as our goddess.
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