Everything is okay until it is not. People greet each other pleasantly until they turn to killing the other. Just like that, everything can change.It is the s...
I trawled the shops of KL to find one of those fishing outfits that keep you dry in knee-deep water. I wanted it for paddy planting, not so much to keep dry but...
The dust had barely settled from Malaysia’s tumultuous General Election in May when the country found itself gearing up again for another poll. A by-elect...
“Uh oh.”I looked in dismay at the three big logs wedged awkwardly over the river. Erosion had caused the log bridge to break free from its mooring...
Mariana Taliban still sounded perturbed when she recounted how an American visitor to her village in Sabah reacted to her name some years ago. He appeared genui...
Nothing ever changes in George Town, yet everything changes all the time. Old shophouses stand unchanged to face the test of time, but within them new shops and...
It was the day that the two policemen were acquitted of the murder of Mongolian woman Altantuya Shaariibuu. None of us here in Ba Kelalan heard the news until a...
Sometimes when I crave a so drink, I’ll pop into Ba Kelalan’s small shop where the shelves creak with a bewildering array of goods. From spare parts...
Lines on the map frequently don’t correspond with life on the ground, and this is particularly true in Borneo, which has a very long and complex history....
I was looking out of a window in the longhouse when a local resident asked if I could spot the ancient stone mound, called a perupun in the local language, whic...
The intimacy of the questions used to surprise me, but I have now become accustomed to being asked who my adoptive parents are or husband is. It’s not inq...
Looking up at the high roofs of Ba Kelalan’s many churches – with their exposed rafters forming intricate patterns – it doesn’t seem pos...