Forget Challenge Anneka - if you want something done, call in Moyles! It turns out that I'm a bloody hard worker - who knew eh! For my first Phase as a big important Project 
Manager type we wer
e dispatched into the Jungle to help a little community build an eco lodge. I won't bore you with the who? What? Why? part as I know 99.9% of you will have no interest in it whatsoever, for the rest of you, check out http://www.mescot.org/ - these are the lovely folks we were working with. I had two other fantastic PMs (Toby & 
Hannah) and collectively we had to look after 16 unruly youffs , and actually put them to work for thre
e 
weeks.
Now I could go on about the fantastic lodge structure, boardwalks, stilted viewing platforms and lakeside lagoons however the Raleigh crew were in charge of a much more exciting project than any of these. In the entire time that we spent on site, we dug a shit hole. Simple as that. Not just any old shit hole though. This was the mother of all shit holes - it was mahuuuuussif !! Big enough for TWO gigantic septic tanks, which we proudly rolled into place on our last day on site. I never thought I would get such satisfaction out of building a crapper. But it was ace. I actually nearly cried (probably from the sheer exhaustion of digging clay mud solidly for three weeks!!)
I absolutely loved being a Project Manager and working with Tobes and Hannah was amazing.
Highlights have to be: the boat ride to work in the morning, seeing an orang-utan in the wild on the way to work, seeing a 3.5m croc on the shore opposite our camp, adopting Martin the monitor lizard as our camp pet, Toby streaking through the woods for a dare, dressing up as super gran for a party (and trying to use the long drop toilet), drinking iced Milo after work, the sunset over the Kinabatangan river, playing a mad forfeit game with some crazy Malaysian guys resulting in me pole dancing for them!, doing a mini ceilidh with the locals for Hannah's birthday, washing with the girls every night in the lake and generally getting to wake up with a smile on my face every single day.
Low
lights: Blood sucking leeches with a fondness for my crutch, infected mozzie bites, an unexplained rash over my entire body, crackers and peanut butter for lunch every day, sweltering heat, permanently sweating, stinking of BO, having an afro, undercooked rice, dropping my headtorch in the long drop and being nicknamed Shitty for my whole time there and no diet coke!
Manager type we wer
e dispatched into the Jungle to help a little community build an eco lodge. I won't bore you with the who? What? Why? part as I know 99.9% of you will have no interest in it whatsoever, for the rest of you, check out http://www.mescot.org/ - these are the lovely folks we were working with. I had two other fantastic PMs (Toby & 
Hannah) and collectively we had to look after 16 unruly youffs , and actually put them to work for thre
e 
weeks.
Now I could go on about the fantastic lodge structure, boardwalks, stilted viewing platforms and lakeside lagoons however the Raleigh crew were in charge of a much more exciting project than any of these. In the entire time that we spent on site, we dug a shit hole. Simple as that. Not just any old shit hole though. This was the mother of all shit holes - it was mahuuuuussif !! Big enough for TWO gigantic septic tanks, which we proudly rolled into place on our last day on site. I never thought I would get such satisfaction out of building a crapper. But it was ace. I actually nearly cried (probably from the sheer exhaustion of digging clay mud solidly for three weeks!!)I absolutely loved being a Project Manager and working with Tobes and Hannah was amazing.
Highlights have to be: the boat ride to work in the morning, seeing an orang-utan in the wild on the way to work, seeing a 3.5m croc on the shore opposite our camp, adopting Martin the monitor lizard as our camp pet, Toby streaking through the woods for a dare, dressing up as super gran for a party (and trying to use the long drop toilet), drinking iced Milo after work, the sunset over the Kinabatangan river, playing a mad forfeit game with some crazy Malaysian guys resulting in me pole dancing for them!, doing a mini ceilidh with the locals for Hannah's birthday, washing with the girls every night in the lake and generally getting to wake up with a smile on my face every single day.Low
lights: Blood sucking leeches with a fondness for my crutch, infected mozzie bites, an unexplained rash over my entire body, crackers and peanut butter for lunch every day, sweltering heat, permanently sweating, stinking of BO, having an afro, undercooked rice, dropping my headtorch in the long drop and being nicknamed Shitty for my whole time there and no diet coke!So that very briefly sums up my Bata Puteh experience. Luckily for you I didn't have access to the internet as I went along as I have a zillion stories I could have bored you with. Fear not, I will be happy to bore you to tears when I put together a slide show on my return. Attendance is obligato
ry and 
alcohol would prob
ably be advised!!
ry and 
alcohol would prob
ably be advised!!
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