I AM THE BORNEO EXPLORER 婆罗洲探险者

  In the heart of an oil palm plantation, Mic and I embarked on a journey that would test our limits and redefine our perception of the wild. Armed with a map and fueled by curiosity, we set our sights on a mysterious valley located 5 kilometres away from our starting point. Little did we know that this expedition would lead us on an epic quest through scorching heat, impenetrable jungles, and ultimately, to the revelation of a hidden oasis. Our adventure commenced on the plantation, where the scorching sun beat down upon us as we ventured along a forgotten logging road. The path was unrelenting, devoid of shelter, and we felt our strength ebb under the relentless sun. Dehydration threatened to halt our progress, but Mic's comforting words and his trusty water filter kept our spirits high. We pressed on, feeling as though we were navigating an arid, otherworldly terrain, with nothing but sand and unforgiving rocky ground beneath our feet. As we forged ahead, the landscape suddenly ...

  I woke up early on a Saturday morning, excited to meet up with my friends and embark on a new adventure. We had planned to hike to a waterfall in the Lupar Basin, and I couldn't wait to explore the jungle and see the natural beauty that awaited us. I hopped in my car and drove all the way to the meetup point, eager to start our journey. As we began our hike, I immediately noticed how humid the jungle was. The air was thick and heavy, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. Fallen branches and dry leaves littered the ground, making it a bit challenging to navigate the path. But the elevation increased slowly, and my team and I didn't feel too tired. As we continued on, we could see rivers with small tributaries, and I was struck by the beauty of the landscape. The jungle was alive with the sounds of birds and insects, and I felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over me.  I held a dry leaf with three eyes, which was an interesting find in the jungle. I...

I had an opportunity to return to a place that had been missing from my mind for a long time: a paddy field. A paddy field is a flooded plot of rich land where growers produce aquatic crops, mainly rice and taro1. This kind of scenery is common in southern and eastern Asia, where most of growers practice wet-rice farming. However, I was not fortunate enough to see the green paddy plants, as the harvest festival in Sarawak had just finished. The field was empty and abandoned, but it still had its appeal with the surrounding greenery. My friend and I left early in the morning, hoping to catch the sunrise over the fields. As we drove along the road, we were welcomed by a foggy sight of the limestone mountains that surrounded the area. It was a stunning and calm sight, like a work of art. We parked our car near a small hut and walked towards the fields. The fields comprised several sections divided by earthen bunds that kept water in the field for most of the growing season. Some sections ...