After we got in the car, Iskra seemed enormously relieved. He told us
one joke after another. I had a feeling he was attracted to Mo. Mo barely said
a word to him but every now and again he would look at him and laugh.
‘Sarawak I thought, fucking Sarawak Borneo, where no one looks at each
other and when they do it’s either with jealousy or desire.
We passed Damai, one of the
main beach resort area on the Santubong Peninsula. We had been driving for 35
minutes. I felt sick again. The area has sandy beaches at the foot of the
jungle-covered mountains. But we didn’t want to see the world-class resort
hotels like the Damai Beach Resort, or the Damai Puri Resort and Spa or the One
Hotel. We didn’t want the private beaches, swimming pools or Jet Ski’s .We
didn’t want water-skiing, windsurfing or mountain biking, squash or fitness
centres. Nor did we need the international standard 18-hole golf course designed
by Arnold Palmer. Who the fuck was Arnie to us? We were going to Lundu
Beach with its rocky pebbles and rough sand and from where you can see the
Port. It’s a nice the place where our drugs come from, close to Sematan. Iskra
was driving
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