Journey through the mist

I cannot remember exact details so some parts of this might seem like I'm being vague. This is not alzheimer's rearing it's ugly and premature head..it is what happens when you've leave things for a long time before deciding..okay we're going to write some anecdotes of Life in Tawau!

It's varied. The answer to the question "Did you enjoy your housemanship?". Depends on what stage of your career you're being hurled this. Obviously if you're still the bottom of the rung being sleep deprived and clueless to what's happening around you, you'ld think what a stupid question because the answer is obvious. But imagine if you were say 10 years away from that bleak period, would you not be tempted to see things differently? You bet you would.

It's the same principal to life in Tawau and being asked " Do you like living in Tawau?". There were tears. Not too much of that because I never was the wailing type. Not much point really if you sit down and think about it. I arrived to Tawau scared. We stepped off the airport at Kota Kinabalu and went to the main officer to report arrival. ( Like reporting to the Alien officer in Galway ) except much worse. You sit in this small room waiting and waiting until someone comes through the coridoor. YOu look up expectantly. You're ignored obviously. Why is it the person you want to see is just the person who's away for a meeting?

A good 24 hours later, I arrive. And my life in Tawau begins.....