Thirty years ago, Headley, with his wife Mary and daughter Katie, visited the Niah Caves in Sarawak, East Malaysia. They travelled by car, ferry, and boat.
They sat off from Bandar Seri Begawan, the capital of Brunei and drove to the border with Sarawak. They cross two large rivers by ferry, stopped in Miri for lunch and then continued to Niah, a small river township. Then they have a small boat and soil upriver to a government rest house, where they spondee the night. They ate with the small group of scientists who lived in the rest house and shared the cold drinks they had brought with them in a cool box. It was a remote spot, deep in the jungle. They walk in bunk beds with no aircinditioning. It reached a novel experience.
The next morning, they saw along a jungle path for half an hour until they climb the Niah caves. Inside the caves, which were very high, they wear men who scrape up tall bamboo poles. The men collected lights on their hats because it was so dark. At the top of the poles they pack of birds’ nests from the roof of the caves. The nests were sold by their mates n the cave floor and made into sacks. These nests were later say and set off into bird’s nest soup, a Chinese delicacy.
That afternoon, they said goodbye to their new-found friends in the rest house and set off on the long drive home. It was quite an adventure and one they would never forget.
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