Last Supper

Unfortunately, our time together is coming to an end. We check out of the Sukau Greenview and are taken to the Sabah Hotel Sandakan, where we spent the first night. We head into town in the afternoon to visit a department store, strolling through two markets. After the first few stalls, everything starts to look a bit the same. I notice that more fruits are on offer here that seem familiar than was the case in Singapore, for example. There are still differences, though. Our cauliflower, for example, is larger, but they have some truly monster carrots, to name just two examples.

Afterwards, we treat ourselves to another relaxing time by the pool. It's already quite warm. Then we're taken by bus into town, to a fine restaurant that has prepared a delicious buffet for us, and as a farewell, we celebrate our Last Supper.

Well-fed, we then head to the obligatory karaoke bar – just like the year before on the Galapagos. A very curious karaoke bar: We occupy a kind of living room as a group and pay with alcohol consumption. Especially in a Muslim country, this is rather unexpected. There are two employees that stand in the back, in the dark, watching us closely. As soon as one of us even takes a sip, they immediately emerge from their hiding place and refill all our glasses with more beer, before disappearing back into the background.

Forrest delights again with Frank Sinatra and other songs. I make the mistake of choosing "Reflection" from Mulan, which turns out to be quite emotional. Kole, a Rammstein fan, then lifts the mood again with "Dicke Titten"...