A Magical Land

A Magical Land

I opened my eyes to a magical land,

                Took a moment for my mind to expand,

                                Smiled at the things close at hand,

                                                Rummaged in the attic to taste what’s planned;

Another day for a desperate stand.

She stirred beside me without a care,

                Opened her eyes on everywhere,

                                Reached out to cuddle me close

With the healing touch that means the most.

Then up to it with the tea and toast.

The sun smiled,

                Green leaves throbbed,

                                Butterflies capered,

                                                Bees bobbed,

Crows cawed

                Swifts screamed

                                But nothing much

                                                Was as it seemed.

Outside the door the battle loomed.

                Casualties sagged with ideals entombed.

                                                I took my place in the front line,

                                                                Hanging on to what was mine:

A ragged warrior lost in time.

Hard to remember what and why

                As years pass and friends fly by;

                                Dreams perish and babies cry.

Ensnared by the eternal slice of the pie.

But the dream’s alive

                Amid greed and hate.

                                Embers flare

                                                At the edge of the gate.

The spirit still roars from under the weight

She touches my hand

                All twinkling eyes

                                Full of love

                                                And morning skies.

The strength flows,

                Tenacity grows.

Where we’re going

                No-one knows!

We ran through the forests

                Danced on the plains,

                                Conquered the seas

                                                Crossed the mountain range.

Roamed the deserts,

                Through the strength of our brains.

We filled the air

                With the joy of our song,

                                Praising the sun,

                                                The land and the sky.

Filling our minds with the where, what and why?

In all of this we belong

                Yet that is where it all went wrong.

Creating leaders,

                Inventing gods

                                Possessions and armies

                                                Rockers and Mods.

In an endless sequence of agony and gore

                Tragic stupidity; endless war;

We live in the days of mindless hordes,

                Fake news, propaganda and threat of the spores.

We’ve lost our connection to the bees and the trees,

                Brought Mother Nature down to her knees.

In the senseless game that we play

                Where a few get everything

                                And the mindless just pray.

Our inventions betray us

                Rob us of life.

Cut from reality

                With the stroke of a knife.

The future a blizzard,

                The past a blood bath.

Looking for purpose

                You must be having a laugh!!

Opher – 2.8.2024

It’s a little epic; stretching from the personal to the universal and crossing time. More than a passing nod to the great Roy Harper – Me And My Woman, The Lord’s Prayer, The Game – though I do not claim to warrant any comparison.

The stupidity and gullibility of mankind never ceases to amaze me.

Our propensity for violence, endless wars; our blind ignorance.

An amazing, magical land; a mysterious journey, marred by tribalism, greed and hate. We deploy our inventions of leaders, gods, politics and lust against ourselves.

Born in a magical land we ignore the abundant treasure for a pocket full of fool’s gold.

Futile Gestures of Defiance – the introduction.

Some words before the feast

I’m always one for gestures. Even if one has no real hope of promoting positive change one can still express one’s anguish. My heroes were the Native North Americans who rode bareback up to their lethally armed enemies with a short coup stick to tap them on the head. Of course, they were cynically massacred. Nobody understood.

The world is in a mess. I sometimes wonder if it has really become so much worse during the seventy-five years of my life-time.  In many ways I think it has. Though, perhaps, it is just that I now know a lot more about what is going on.

I guess some things have become better and some things worse.

Back at college in the sixties we studied the terrible impact of humans on our environment. I remember studying the dreadful toll of hunting on the populations of many species and the effect of expanding human populations on habitats. We studied the data and were appalled. At the time it was whales, gorillas, bonobos and chimps that were the real focus of my fury. Then there were the pesticides, deforestation and pollution to infuriate me. Since then things have gone from bad to disaster. Deforestation, global warming, species extinctions, population crashes and habitat destruction all loom large. We have one planet and a biosphere that has taken billions of years to evolve; we are dismantling it in mere decades.

Back in the sixties I had hopes that we could end war, racism, intolerance, poverty and throw off this strangle-hold of control by this greedy elite. We were building a new world with better values. Unfortunately the same old robber barons took over the revolution, bought off the movers and shakers or ousted them, and proceeded to monetarise revolution. They tighten their grip on the media and now run the propaganda machine. We are all brainwashed. The whole world runs on propaganda. The markets are controlled. Revolution for profit. Everything is fake news. Conspiracy is contrived. The cyber war has been lost. We are all helpless victims.

Everything is run on greed. We are all pawns.

The irony is that it is the greediest who have risen to the top on the promise of ridding us of greed. The likes of Trump, Modi, Johnson, Farage, Bolsonaro, Erdogan, Oban, Netanyahu, Wilders, Le Penne, Meloni and Orpo – a bunch of ultra-right populist opportunists – have beguiled populations with their lies, silly promises, religious extremism and xenophobic/racist solutions.

Politicians use race, immigration and religion as weapons.

‘Drain the swamp’ is the cry from the most corrupt. ‘Lock her up’ is the cry from the man who should be locked up. It’s sheer irony.

We live in the world of George Orwell’s double-think. War is now peace. Hate is mandatory. Division rules.

Instead of pulling together to find solutions to poverty, climate change, war and racism, we are split apart into factions, blaming immigrants, muslims and jews.

The world has gone nuts.

Meanwhile Xi, Putin and Jong Un, vi with the USA for control of the universe, threatening to plunge us into a nuclear holocaust.

The third world still languishes in poverty created by exploitation, greed and inequality. Huge swathes of land are becoming uninhabitable due to raging temperatures, drought and famine. We are beset with wars, terrorism and armed insurgency. Religion ferments hatred and division all the way from the US evangelical nutcases intent on world domination, through the muslim extremism of ISIS and the Taliban, the jewish/ muslim extremism of the orthodox jews, Netanyahu and the evil hatred of Hamas. Iran hovers fermenting trouble. Religious hatred and power –lust propels us to the edge.

The world burns. Resources are wasted. A tiny elite cream off all the wealth and misuse it. The world is run by the likes of Musk, Murdock, Zuckerberg, Bezos and Gates. People think it is OK to earn billions while two thirds of the world starves.

We have AI wars, cyber terrorism, security and control.

We have a society descending into the decadence of shallowness, uninvolvement, ignorance, alcohol, drugs, sex and a complete lack of understand. They don’t care. Hedonism is total. Awareness nil.

Education is a myth. The religious indoctrinate. The political control. The robber barons are firmly in control.

The world is run for the profit of the few.

So I piss into the wind and write my pathetic poetry for a non-existent audience.

This is it: just words. Hopeless, ineffective, pathetic and futile.

My poetry may be crap but it is my coup stick. It’s all I have.

These are my gestures.

Mind you – I do believe in zeitgeists!

Opher – 21.7.2024

Another slice of ‘537 Essential Rock Albums’ – my views on what are the best rock albums ever.

I’m not too fussed about the order, that changes from day to day. In my opinion ehese are just albums that everybody should own and listen to constantly! My favourites!

537 Essential Rock Albums – Pt. 1 The first 270: Amazon.co.uk: Goodwin, Opher: 9781502787408: Books

93. Bruce Springsteen – Darkness at the edge of town

This album was made before Bruce had made that breakthrough into becoming a megastar. His song-writing was near its peak and he’d had a big lay-off due to legal battles with his management. The previous album ‘Born to Run’ had broken him into the mainstream and the two year gap enabled him to get his song-writing and recording together for the next one. It also fired him up with anger and frustration that spilled out onto the tracks. You can hear it on ‘Badlands’, ‘Adam made a Cain’, ‘Factory’, ‘Prove it all night’, and ‘Promised land’.

I love this album because you can feel the intensity of the emotion coming straight through. The production was crystal clear and Bruce’s guitar seared with fury. The lyrics were among his best. He had distilled this out of a huge number of songs that he’d spilled out during his enforced rest. Some of those had gone out to other people and loads stayed in the can for a long time. What finally came out made all the waiting worthwhile. This was a landmark album and took Bruce forward a big step. That sound was now crisp and the songs finely honed.

If only a number of other bands, like Cream, had had that same forced period of rest to recover their creative zest they probably would have gone on to make further masterpieces.


94. Roy Harper – Flat Baroque & Berserk

Roy’s expertise had finally come to the attention of the powers that be. EMI had woken up to the fact that there was a burgeoning Underground scene in England and wanted to get in on the act. They wanted to sign up the best psychedelic and progressive bands and Roy was among the first to benefit. They created this new label – ‘Harvest’ and began to harvest the talent.

For the first time Roy was able to record his material in a sympathetic manner, with a produced and engineers who appreciated his songs and a studio, in Abbey Road previously used by the Beatles, which allowed him to give the material the production it deserved. It was a marriage made in heaven.

I was fortunate enough to get invited to the party and watch it all take shape. The control room was often packed with the elite of Rock Music with Jimmy Page, Keith Moon, Dave Gilmour and John Bonham popping in to see how things were going and add their contributions. They were heady days.

Roy usually had at least one epic to add to the mix and there were a couple of weighty pieces on this effort. The major song was ‘I hate the Whiteman’ which was a vitriolic blast at European culture and the great edifice of a society that it had created. This was a song in the same vein as that other masterpiece ‘McGoohan’s Blues’ and Roy did not want to see it go the same way. He wanted to ensure it was properly recorded and he wanted it to be live so that all the passion would come across. He recorded it at Les Cousins as the centre-piece of the album.

This album was a real gem with a range of superb songs. The studio and production really did justice to them and superb compositions like ‘Another day’, ‘How does it feel’, ‘East of the Sun’, ‘Tom Tiddler’s Ground’ and ‘Davey’ all came to life.

Strangely, despite its excellence, it failed to become enormous. For all that it is a triumph.


95. Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde

This was the third of Bob’s brilliant string of mid-sixties electric albums. It was a bit different to the two previous in that the song-writing had changed again, the production was different, and Bob had hit upon this new sound that permeated the whole album. It was really created around Al Kooper’s organ and Robbie Robertson’s guitar. This was a double album of superb brilliance and there wasn’t a filler to be found anywhere. The scope was also enormous from the fun and exuberance of ‘Rainy day women #12 and 35’ (a term for a doobie) and the epic slow and melancholy ‘Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands’.

This was Dylan motoring at his very best with poetry leaping from his tongue in one long cavorting stream. Nearly all these songs have gone on to become classics and there were so many of them – ‘Stuck inside of mobile with the Memphis Blues again’, ‘Visions of Johanna’, ‘Pledging my time’, ‘One of us must know, (sooner or later)’, ‘Temporarily like Achilles’, ‘Most likely you go your way, I’ll go mine’, ‘Absolutely sweet Marie’, ‘4th time around’, ‘Obviously 5 believers’ and ‘Just like a woman’.

It had raised the bar again.

Sadly it was also the end of an era. Just as the whole sixties thing, that had been inspired by Bob, began to gain momentum and get underway its architect dropped out. It had all got too much and a motorbike accident allowed him the excuse to get out, clean himself up, get rid of his whole unwanted persona as ‘the spokesperson for a generation,’ dump all the expectations, get over his strung-out nerves, and put things in perspective. He decided he didn’t want the shit.

What came after had some great moments but never reached the heights of his two purple patches in the sixties.


96. Beatles – Let it be

The Beatles were also suffering from careeritis. They had got sick of being with each other. There were personality clashes, jealousies over the inclusion of songs, managerial problems and financial concerns. It was all going pear-shaped. They were baling out and putting their solo careers into gear.

There was some dispute over whether this or Abbey Road was the last album by the fab four. It was all to do with recording dates and the shelving of the album ‘Get Back’. It matters little.

The album was brilliant despite the problems between the various members and their spouses. If this is what discord produces then there should be a lot more of it. The album was certainly a great way to go out. The shame of it is that they never got back together again. They were so much better together as we could see from the various solo careers. Both George and John started brilliantly and faded badly and Paul was all middle of the road. It was tragic that by the time they began to put their personal issues behind them we were robbed of any further reunion by a deranged madman who murdered John.

The highlight of the album for me was John’s ‘Across the universe’ which is my favourite Beatle track. But it was packed with other delights such as ‘Get back’, ‘I Me Mine’, ‘One after 909’, ‘Dig it’, ‘Let it be’, ‘Dig a pony’ and ‘The two of us’.

It was immaculate. Thanks guys.


97. Captain Beefheart – Spotlight Kid

The Spotlight Kid is another tour de force of Beefheart and one of my firm favourites. Don went on and on producing the greatest and most innovative Rock sound ever and using a number of different musicians in the process.

This album was a lot more blues based with slightly less discordant structures to the songs that a lot of people find more accessible. It still had all the Beefheart hallmarks though. His voice, lyrics and the sound of the band were all top-notch.

From the opening guitar riffs of ‘I’m going to booglarize you baby’ you get the feeling that this is something special. The second guitar comes in and then the bass. Beefheart growls into he mic and sends a shudder through you. First hearing and I was fully booglarized. ‘White Jam’ started very differently with its absence of guitar and keyboard emphasis but the lyrics were still as good. We won’t go into what this white jam might be. We’re back to guitars on ‘Blabber ‘n’ Smoke’. We’ve all been there. ‘When it blows its stacks’ is back to that ominous riff and growling. I know I wouldn’t want to be around when that blows!

The album goes on and on in the same vein with track after track of outstanding sound. By the time I’d been down the line with ‘Click Clack’ and got myself ready for a sub-aqua existence with ‘Grow fins’, my friend Paul’s favourite, I was certainly ready to believe that there was certainly ‘No Santa Claus on the Midnight train’. We were on our own!

I soared off into the sky in my slightly dirge-like glider.

What a superb album and it wasn’t even one of his best!


98. Family – Family Entertainment

Family were one of those highly talented Progressive Rock groups who emerged on the British Undergound scene in the sixties. They were one of those bands who were better live than on record. Their live performances were scintillating.

Roger Chapman’s voice was extremely distinctive with its great warbling quality. The band were very Tight. Charlie Whitney played most instruments and Rick Grech’s bass was excellent. He was later snaffled by Blind Faith and drunk himself to death in his forties.

This is my favourite album of theirs because it has the epic ‘Weaver of life’, classic ‘Observations from a hill’ and great ‘Hung up down’.

They should have gone on to greater things.


99. Beatles – Please Please Me

If you are looking for the album that made the biggest impact then this is it. You probably have to go back to Elvis Presley and his ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’ album in 1957 to get close.

The Beatles exploded upon the scene and sent napalm cascading over the planet. It was the rebirth of Rock Music. Just when the American Establishment began to relax thinking they’d removed the scourge of Rock ‘n’ Roll the Beatles came and kicked everything into space. They released a swell like a burst damn. There was no way it was going to be put back in that bottle.

This album changed the world and paved the way for everything that came after. What poured through the hole they’d blasted transformed society, sparked off the sixties era of social reform and ushered in a whole new wave of liberalisation. All that from a set of songs on a chunk of waste material made from oil.

My friend Tony played me ‘I saw her standing there’ and I was completely blown away. As soon as you heard it you recognised the significance. This was new, different and modern. Not only that but it was also British!

They blew the past away. None of the Underground, psychedelia or Rock Music would have happened without them. This album was transformative. We’d all be wearing short back and sides without it.

Apart from the sound, and the appearance of the performers, the other incredible thing about this debut album was that seven of the fourteen tracks were written by the Beatles. That was unheard of. In general singers sung other people’s songs. Elvis did write songs. Of course there were exceptions such as Buddy Holly but in general the song-writers of the Brill Building in Tin Pan Alley provided the material or it was stolen from black R&B. This was a departure that gave the Beatles a big boost and enhanced their chances of longevity. Not only that but it was instantly obvious that the quality of even their early material – ‘I saw her standing there’, ‘Please please me’ and ‘PS I love you,’ – were every bit as good as the R&B classics that made up the rest of the album. Even their choice of the R&B material was unusual. It was not the usual songs that other Liverpool bands were covering. The Beatles had selected things like ‘Chains’, ‘Anna (go with him)’, ‘Boys’, ‘A taste of honey’ and ‘Twist and Shout’.

It blew the cobwebs out of the social machine!


100. Jimi Hendrix – Are you Experienced?

Talking of brilliant earth-shattering debut albums then this was another. I can still remember hearing ‘Hey Joe’ for the first time on an old portable tinny, plastic radio and sitting bolt upright to concentrate. My ears had never heard a sound like it. Jimmy exploded on us ready-formed.

That first album blew my young innocent mind. In early 1967 I was seventeen and clearly not at all experienced. When ‘Hey Joe’ came out in 1966 my American pen-friend (we are talking archaic social media here) wrote to me telling me that she and her friends liked getting high on grass and listening to Jimi. I imagined them out in a meadow on top of a hill with a portable radio. It did not take too long for me to catch up though.

Everything Jimi produced was mind-blowing. He shifted the whole music scene into another gear and propelled us into Progressive, Heavy and Psychedelic all at the same time.

The first album may have been all short tracks overseen by Chas Chandler but they spoke in Martian. That was lucky because we were all yearning to speak Martian and lapped it up. From ‘Foxy Lady’ to ‘Are you experienced?’ it was non-stop aural explosive delight. Jimi wrenched new sounds out of the guitar, new chords, new feedback and weaved it round his songs to create something from outer space. We loved it.

There are no stand-out tracks because they were all stand-out – ‘Fire’, ‘Love or Confusion?’ ‘Can you see me?’ ‘Manic depression’ ‘Third stone from the sun’ – it went on and on with one crazy new thing after another. The sound was so new, dynamic and loud. This debut was the start of something outrageously special. There’ll never be another Jimi.

101. Screaming Jay Hawkins – Cow fingers & mosquito pie

There’ll never be another Screaming Jay either! This is the man who back in the early 1950s started Shock-Rock. He developed an act that was so shocking that it must have scared the life out of that staid old world of ice-cream and apple-pie. He started off on stage springing out of a coffin complete with long cape, voodoo amulets, shrunken skulls, snakes, wide eyes and grimaces. Alan Freed put him on his Rock ‘n’ Roll shows as ‘the Wildman of Rock’ and I can’t imagine what effect having a huge Blackman leaping out of a coffin and gurning at the audience had on all those young teenage white girls.

The songs were in the same vein and his classic ‘I put a spell on you’ which came out in the mid fifties was considered so primitive with its grunting and groaning that it was banned from radio play. That song was covered by everyone on the Beat scene back in the sixties. He put his operatic voice to good use creating some outrageous songs and strange parodies of classics like ‘I love Paris’ which were so weird they were wonderful.

This album collects together most of those classic tracks with ‘I put a spell on you’, ‘Alligator wine’, ‘Frenzy’, ‘There’s something wrong with you’ and ‘Orange coloured sky’ though it does miss off the wonderful ‘Constipation Blues’ (for that you have to go to ‘Feast of the Mau-Mau’) and his much later cover of Tom Wait’s ‘Heart attack and Vine’ that was used in a commercial on TV.

His act has been copied and built on by lots of others including Screaming Lord Sutch and Alice Cooper.


102. Tommy Tucker – Hi Heeled Sneakers

Tommy produced two absolutely classic singles that were done in that Jimmy Reed/Slim Harpo style with the infectious beat – ‘Long tall Shorty’ and ‘Hi-heeled sneakers’. Those songs have been done to death by Beat groups and I can see why. They have that easy-going, laid-back jauntiness with a hypnotic bass-line.

Tommy unfortunately died early and never built on the success of his two brilliant singles. The manner of his death was really bizarre. He was touring England in the sixties and died of food poisoning from a hamburger. Surprisingly McDonalds did not feature him or his songs in any advertising (It wasn’t a McDonalds – we didn’t have them here back then!)

This album contains all his early stuff.


103. Bo Carter – Banana in your fruit basket

A lot of the Blues we have recorded was sanitised for general output. The Blues came from rural areas in Mississippi and Louisiana and was the music of the hard-working sharecropping families who worked there. It served many functions – as work-songs – to speed up the repetitive labour in the fields – as dance songs at the country barbeques – as busking songs in the streets – as songs for entertainment in the bars and brothels – and as protest and cathartic anger. I think a lot of these never saw the light of day. They were considered too dangerous to risk putting on vinyl. Life was

Bo Carter was performing back in the early 1930s and specialised in risqué acoustic Blues songs with double entendres. His guitar playing is very highly developed rag-time style. This album, as the name suggests, is full of these type of songs. Some of them are very amusing and some highly inventive. It includes such gems as ‘My pencil won’t write no more’, ‘Pussy cat blues’, ‘Don’t mash my digger so deep’, ‘Pin in your cushion’ and ‘What kind of scent is this?’

Cloud Cuckoo Land

We’re all condemned to make the same mistakes over and over again!!

Cloud Cuckooland – YouTube

Brilliant Loudhailer Electric Company – Psychedelia at its best!!

Just love this. Fab song and brilliant video!! Can’t wait for the live gig!! All coming together brilliantly.

Dreamscape Live Mini Dress Rehearsal – Loudhailer Music

Politics of Slime

Politics of Slime

They love their tractor porn.

                They love their cash.

Corrupt to the core

                They defend their stash.

They steal from the nurses,

                Teachers too,

To give to their chums

                In the banking crew.

Allowed enormous profits, quite obscene

                CEO bonuses grew

Pub landlords and PPE

                Money for nothing – it’s true!

Lies and spin

                Propaganda and skew.

Dark Arts, dirty tricks

                Tory political stew.

Politics of slime

                Where nothing is true.

Tories in the gutter

                Where all the turds are blue!

Opher – 4.5.2023

I have never heard of a government more corrupt, sleazy and incompetent than this Tory one (maybe Trump).

Money for questions, money for honours, money for wallpaper, money for holidays, money for mortgages.

Tractor porn and sexual sleaze, partygate and nepotism.

Chucking money at friends, at family and donors. Wasting billions on bogus PPE, or covid trackers and Dildo Harding, pub landlords and Russians.

Allowing enormous profits for companies. Allowing tax loopholes for the wealthy.

Destroying public services.

Cuts and austerity.

Standing on a ledge

We’re all standing on a narrow ledge.

                Any moment we could fall.

On the edge of an abyss

                Could be at the end of it all.

On the brink of nuclear holocaust.

                We live every single day

As if it was our very last

                As we work, rest and play.

Nothing is at all secure

                Though we pretend it is.

Swerving death every day

                In this game of hit and miss.

We expect every day to repeat

                As if there is no change.

But increment by increment

                We mutate into the strange.

Opher – 2.10.2022

Life is short and fragile. The time when we are young is fleeting. At every turn danger lurks. It’s a wonder anybody lives to old age.

One moment of inattention. One instant of bad luck. One push of a button. One pull of a trigger.

Fake Memories

Fake Memories

Fake memories

Fake fears

Fake News

Fake tears

Rousing the faithful

Feeding the lies

Inflaming the emotions

Deaf to the cries

False truth

False fed

False economy

Falsely led

Deliberately stoked

For selfish gain

Cynically oblivious

To the generated pain

Fake news feeding real crimes

Fake smiles for our times

Fake sincerity for personal gain

Fake compassion masking real pain

Real people hypnotised

Following blindly

The veiled disguise.

Ignoring all the shouts

Of the truly wise.

Led up the garden path

That’s built of where’s and why’s.

Opher 23.6.2018

Fake Memories

How to pick your way through the exaggerations and lies that are trotted out to frighten us?

I think we are being manipulated for political reasons! Even our memories are fake!

We no longer believe experts and are instructed to ignore them. Now we believe the headlines of the tabloid press.

Java – Borobudur – Spectacular – climbing up into the massive temple complex.

Java – Borobudur – Spectacular – climbing up into the massive temple complex.

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Borobudur is a simply amazing structure. Built out of carved blocks of volcanic rock, stuffed with statues, cupulas and carvings.

Spectacular!!

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Journey Pt. 13 – Kota Kinabula – the bounties of Borneo – photo

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Sorry – I can’t seem to get all the other photos to come out.

Our second stop in Borneo was Kota Kinabula. We sailed in from the South China Sea to check out what is a small new city. The original was almost completely flattened during the Second World war.

                        

We were welcomed ashore by two girls in costume and two groups of musicians and dancers.  They certainly wanted our custom. The first was a set of dancers in costume supported by a tradition band with gongs. The second were dancers representing the native Indian population. The guys were dressed in skimpy bare-chested costume with wooden swords, shields and tall feathered headdresses. The girls wore brightly embroidered tunics and dresses with a little fetching headband with a single feather. They did a fearsome dance that was meant to be menacing but I couldn’t help noticing one of the guys vacillating between embarrassment and finding it very amusing.

The irony was that most of the native Indians had been displaced by the incomers.

No buses this time. We walked straight in. We set up the path into the hills to get a view over the city. The path led up through thick jungle with insects, birds and animals trilling and rustling. The views were good.

        

 

We headed back along the promenade to the fishing quay. Across the water we could see an extensive stilted village with a backdrop of jungle. It looked more ramshackle and rough and ready compared with the similar village we had seen in Banda Sera Begawan although it was a lot more extensive.

      

 

We jumped a taxi to take us to the Mosques and other major new buildings. The architecture was unique.

        

Back on the boat we looked at the stilted village a bit more closely and sailed past the other beautiful looking mosque.

   

The frustration with visiting Borneo was that we were skimming the edges, visiting the cities and not getting into the interior. I wanted to be where the wildlife was – in the real Borneo.

After leaving Kota Kinabula we headed up the coast of Borneo with a strong warm breeze in our face and a glass in our hands. On one side of the boat the shore of Borneo slowed edged past with massive volcanoes peeking through the reefs of circling clouds while to the other side the sun was putting on a show as it sank between various islands.

          

  

The frustration with visiting Borneo was that we were skimming the edges, visiting the cities and not getting into the interior. I wanted to be where the wildlife was – in the real Borneo.

After leaving Kota Kinabula we headed up the coast of Borneo with a strong warm breeze in our face and a glass in our hands. On one side of the boat the shore of Borneo slowed edged past with massive volcanoes peeking through the reefs of circling clouds while to the other side the sun was putting on a show as it sank between various islands.

          

  

The frustration with visiting Borneo was that we were skimming the edges, visiting the cities and not getting into the interior. I wanted to be where the wildlife was – in the real Borneo.

After leaving Kota Kinabula we headed up the coast of Borneo with a strong warm breeze in our face and a glass in our hands. On one side of the boat the shore of Borneo slowed edged past with massive volcanoes peeking through the reefs of circling clouds while to the other side the sun was putting on a show as it sank between various islands.

          

  

The frustration with visiting Borneo was that we were skimming the edges, visiting the cities and not getting into the interior. I wanted to be where the wildlife was – in the real Borneo.

After leaving Kota Kinabula we headed up the coast of Borneo with a strong warm breeze in our face and a glass in our hands. On one side of the boat the shore of Borneo slowed edged past with massive volcanoes peeking through the reefs of circling clouds while to the other side the sun was putting on a show as it sank between various islands.