BORNEO DIARY

   25/01/2002
Slept quite well, maybe four or five hours. This morning my head feels a bit clearer, but I have no recollection of writing the last few diary entries. Want to make some real distance today, I just want to find a way out of here and meet someone, anyone. Thanks for all the E-Mails (Tim Little, Steve, Cassy, Daryl Kinsman, and Steve Macdonald for pointing out those dead link, thanks).

   25/01/2002
Very hungry. In the night I think I heard gunfire, like machinegun automatic repeated gunfire. No animal makes a sound like that! The environment here plays with your mind a bit, so I could have dreamed/imagined/hallucinated it and I am exhausted and very hungry. I've decided to head NW to where I think the gunfire came from anyway, I can't beleive it has been so long since I saw anyone, keep E-Mailing me, it keeps me going to know people are reading this and know I am alive.

   24/01/2002
Having a little trouble telling what is real and what is not. I think continous and accumulative lack of food and sleep is getting to me a bit. I ate some stuff that was growing outside the temple door, it made me feel a bit too good. I thought earlier that Buddy Holly had come to visit me and brought some scones, which , on reflection, seems unlikely as he died years ago (and where would he get scones way out here?) , but it seemed so real at the time. My mood dropped this afternoon, I realise I am scared of dying out here.

   23/01/2002
Caught some movement on the Webcam, the image looked more monkey than man, but the beep of the motion sensor both woke me up and frightened the intruder. I feel like I am being watched, and not just by the www. I called a newspaper from my mobile today, they didn't beleive I am here and hung up on me. Thanks to Natasha for her E-Mail and pictures, but that sort of thing isn't really the kind of backpacking that I am into.

   22/01/2002
I heard voices in the night. This morning the rain started again, which is good because I smell of rotten buffalo.

   21/01/2002
Nearly died today. Fell down into a large pit, and onto the rotting carcass of something large, possibly a buffalo, except there aren't any in Borneo. Manged to dig a ladder into the pit wall and climb out, but the pit seemed a deliberate, if primative trap and it has raised my hopes that there might be some people around here. I hope they see my shiny laptop and are so impressed they worship me as some sort of god for a while before they eat me.
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