Welcome to the last of the travel post; this one will be short and sweet.
I went back to Pulau Bidong and it was like going home.
This time I ventured further into the jungle and happened upon a local fisherman wondering around. I decided to follow him and noticed that there were white arrows painted on trees, which I was also following. At some point I lost the tree markings and the fisherman, but he had obviously saw me as he came back to ask me to follow him. Up the slope of the island I went with him, with no idea as to where I was going. He without a lick of English and me without a lick of Malay…