Emily Ellin of Sir William Romney‰Ûªs, came out to Borneo with her school team expedition over a month ago. Sat on the beach of Mantanani one fine sunny day on my visit to the Camp during summer season, Emily approached me and asked if I would like to listen to her read about a book she was writing. After listening to some excerpts, I thought it was like a writing out of a fantasy story, more like a mixture of Narnia to Harry porter or maybe even the Avatar movie series all in one! Full of surprises and adventure which she blended in her story line from the environment she was at different locations during her expedition, only that it was set in a different mystical world and made it into her very own first book writing mission. Unfortunately, I‰Ûªm not able to share that story I heard from Emily that day, as it was incomplete. So, she came up with this idea of what inspired her to continue writing during school team expedition this year, and came up with describing each place she went to where she had great experience, creatively, dedicating them to all who went on the expedition and all at Camps International. Emily aims to be an aspiring writer one day and we wish her all the best. Who knows, she could be the next J.K Rowling! Kota Kinabalu Market A haze of wonderful, different, exotic smells and sound permeated the night. The steady beat of drums could be heard everywhere, singing through the market like a heartbeat. Everywhere there were different conversations, people bartering, trying to get the best deal, in any different languages, creating a unique entourage. Ripe reds, dark greens, bright yellows, luscious blues and any different coloured foods, arranged like an artist‰Ûªs aster piece, covered the market stalls. Tourists wound along the tight path ways, which threaded around and through the market, taking in the new sights, smells and sounds, looking amazed and slightly lost as the stall owners brandished their goods, trying to entice the tourists in to buying. Camp Bonkud The warm air was still allowing even the softest of whispers to be heard. Through the night the gentle strumming of a guitar and the warm singing, crooning a sweet lullaby, could be heard, accompanied by the tinkering laughter and light hearted chattering of people enjoying the lovely summers night, backed up by the orchestra of crickets. Sabah Tea Stables Sunlight filtered through emerald green leaves onto the river bellow, sparkling across the surface of the moving water, turning it, in places, to liquid diamond. The warm air was almost still, only the gentle caresses of the wind here and there could be felt. Cries, shrieks and shouts of laughter clouded the air, drowning out any other noise until they could only just be heard. Teens and adults played d messed about in the cool water, enjoying it in relief from the hot air which filled each day. Batu Puteh Sunlight peeped through the gaps in the green canopy, filtering down and eliminating everything in a soft emerald glow. The trees were alive with sounds, the chirping of crickets, singing of cicadas and the distant calls of monkeys echoing through the jungle. Trees roots dove in and out of the ground, twisting and twirling into many different shapes and obstacles on treks. Vines hung around trees, spreading from one tree to another, entwining and curling down to the jungle floor, where the slight signs of animals that had been there only moments before, could be seen. Kinabatangan River Boat Trip Wind rushed past the people in the river boat pulling back their hair and trying to carry off the occasional hat which wasn‰Ûªt on securely. Birds danced above and around the boat, waltzing in the wind, dipping and diving down to the river and skimming across it‰Ûªs surface. Colobus monkeys lazed and played on the river bank and up trees. Some grooming each other, others simply sitting and lying on the river bank, while young ones raced around, pushing each other over and off logs. The boat slowed to a stop, all it‰Ûªs passengers whipped out their cameras and as quietly as possible snapping up pictures of the beautiful, majestic elephant, which had decided to grace the grace the river side with it‰Ûªs rare presence. P.O.W Memorial Park This is the start of the Death March, the site of the horrendous ‰Û÷8 Mile‰Ûª POW Camp. This park has a strange sad beauty to it. The lily ponds full with lily pads and buds waiting to burst into flower. Here and there, there could be seen the first water lilies in flower, their pink and white petals standing out against the greens of the pads and water. Beautiful flowers bordered the walk ways with the occasional bits of machinery from the past. Massive iron gears which had been preserved and lest in plain sight as a horrible reminder of the past and costs of war. Mantanani The white sandy beach was almost silent only the occasional whisper could be heard from the large group spread out across a small section of the beach, some sitting on bleached and smoothed logs of drift wood, others simply sitting directly on the sandy floor. All of them were facing the calm sea, watching the great gold sunset. The sky was an array of colours, spanning from pale golds and yellows, which framed the golden sun, into soft pink and lavenders fanning out from the yellows, fading into a comforting blue. Sunlight sparkled onto the sea and across it‰Ûªs rippling surface making it look like dancing pure molten gold. As the sun melted into the ocean it transformed from it‰Ûªs soft gold to a fiery orange, leaving it‰Ûªs image imprinted in the memories of all he onlookers. Tinangol Leaves rustled as the wind twisted and danced through them. The sound of a gong reverberated through the air and across the open area. A large group of about 20 teens and 4 adults all sat on the floor, expectant smiles plastered on their faces, most of them murmuring adding to the overall music of the night. The gong was joined by other drums, beating out an ancient, traditional song. Four people moved gracefully into the open space in front of their audience. Then when the song picked up a little all four of them started to dance an ancient, graceful, beautiful dance led by the only man of the group. The audience watched on with a look of amazement and when the dancers stopped moving and the music came to a close, there was a stunned silence, then they erupted in to cheers, drowning out any other noise.