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When I do not pose with sharks of SipadanI live in Mabul, the neighboring island. I live in a "longhouse", a "longhouse" on stilts in the heart of the village.
A village full of life
The village of Mabul is a maze of huts on stilts made of badly trimmed sheets and planks of wood, a bit crado, with chickens and children running everywhere.
The place is rather miserable, but full of life.
The kids interrupt their games to cheerfully greet the passing tourists, " Hello ! Hello ! "they waved their hands, asked for photos, took the pose with their fingers extended.
And again, I feel like the Queen of England visiting, to say hello to all those people I do not know. The adults greet you with a nod of a head, a radiant smile.
The place is noisy, between the hum of the generators, the volume of TVs pushed to the bottom, the cries of the kids, the cocks tickling full throat.
While the girls are washing or sweeping chores, the young guys meet at night at the volleyball court, where they play fierce games.
Some are bold to ask me where I am going when I cross the village to reach the resort. Borneo Divers, before dinner time, to connect to the wifi. "Jalan, jalan ...", I answer.
The magic formula still works. I go, I come, I walk, I walk.
Guesthouse on stilts
The comfort of my guesthouse, Arung Hayatt, is rustic, but it's more fun and less sanitized than the great resorts. And it is not frequented only by divers or western tourists.
A lot of Malaysians also come to spend a day or two in Mabul, and go down to these cheap longhouses.
I laugh with the children who throw themselves in the water from the dock to impress the gallery, I sympathize with two young Malaysian women from Kuala Lumpur, who came to snorkel with their friends. Muslim and respectful of tradition, they bathe without ever discovering their legs or their heads!
But the atmosphere is tolerant and good child. And I pose willingly with them, for their holiday photos, with my hair soaked, my stockings and my bikini top. Fun contrast.
I'm leaving Mabul tomorrow. I'm a little sad to leave. I'm starting to feel good here after a week. Almost like at home ...
Billabong Scuba for dives
In Billabong Scuba, the neighboring longhouse, with which I dive, the atmosphere is very nice too.
The staff is lovely and all nationalities are mixed: Malaysians and Filipinos, South Africans, Americans, Thais ...
I'm having a good time here. In the evening, we drink shots in the middle of combis that dry, sitting on the wooden dock.
There's always a guy to scratch Sipadan's song on his guitar ... Search «Sipadan SongOn YouTube, there are a lot of videos!