KK still managed to suck a few more days out of me in spite of my angst at having on and off being held captive there for a full 3 weeks. I had gradually chipped away at the various drawcards of western Sabah though and spent a few final days of lethargy still redeemed variously by all night sessions invested in typing up my diary, squaring away writings, ordering myself after much research a replacement mp3 player and trying in vain to nurse worryingly persistent ailments.
Despite another late start prompted by another nocturnal computer session I finally managed to escape the grips of the city and the sweet girls at the North Borneo Cabin, tracing the long distance bus terminal and then subduing the unusually numerous and persistent touts. I did myself proud by finding myself a bus to Sandakan for 30 Ringgit even though a chancer had tried to push for 40, with unusually the roadstop meal proving inclusive for good measure. As I wound up the long gradual ascent out of town and back into fantastic mountain scenery I passed by Kundesang, Ranau and then looped around Kinabalu, it was a stunning part of the world.