Immediately after I emerged from the toilet, having changed into the military fatigues I collected from the underground complex, I was set upon by several of the Borneo military. I say 'Borneo' military, but a few of them had American accents, so I have my doubts. They bundled me and my stuff into a large green truck, instucted me to be quiet and put a bag over my head.
I was mildly roughed up in the back of the truck, and after a few hours and with the help of some sort of chemical soaked cloth over my mouth, I lost conciousness.
Awake now, I seem to be in some sort of cell, I've got a bucket, a bench/bed and they have thrown my backpack in a corner so I have my laptop. My phone and my solar cell are the other side of the room, out of reach. I keep asking what I am charged with, one of them said something about deserting. I think they are under the impression that I am in the army. Actually, come to think about it, I am wearing army clothing. Damn.
The worst of it is, the bone through my nose dropped out while I was in the truck and I have two extra nostrils now half way up my nose, when I speak it whistles and it's hard to sound like a man wrongly accused when every time you speak blood squirts in your eye accompanied by a whiney gurgling.
They have told me I can have one phonecall, so I'm going to try and upload this to let you all know what's happening. If I don't post for a while, contact the Borneo authorities....
17/04/2002
I may have overestimated the remoteness of my locale. I emerged from the undergrowth this morning to find 'Riks Bike Shack' a mountain biking holiday village.
From where I am sat now, I can see a road, four Suzuki jeeps and 'Riks Slammin Cafe' , all the people are wearing bermuda shorts and Hawaian shirts.
People have seen me now and are reacting oddly, throwing their arms in the air and staring.
I feel a little uncomfortable now anyway in my loincloth, so I'm going to 'Riks Little Dudes room', which I presume is a toilet, to change into the military fatigues. I can hear one of the tourists saying "Look honey, a real Borneo native, take his picture", I need to get out of here.
16/04/2002
The freedom of solitude is overwhelming. I want to shout out, but will resist the urge as I do not want to be followed by the natives, or attract anything bigger than me with pointy teeth.
I am staying close to the river as much as the jungle growth lets me, and heading the opposite way from where the tribe canoed, away from mankind, civilisation and into the unknown once again. The area I am now battling through has probably never been seen by man before. Knowing this is a humbling and exhilarating privelidge.
15/04/2002
I left this morning under cover of darkness.
I'm alone again now, just me, my laptop, my backpack, a highly uncomfortable bone through my nose that prevents me breathing properly and numerous small burns.
BORNEO DIARY 
