Kudat’s a little town on the northern tip of Borneo. We came here mainly for the shipyard to have Pitufa hauled out. While waiting we went back and forth between the anchorage outside the marina (unprotected in northerly, easterly or southerly winds) and the town anchorage: quite protected, but you’re floating in rubbish and the smell of rotten fish (from the fishing vessels) and dried fish (from the market) is probably more of an acquired taste.
We enjoyed the great curry houses and did some shopping for us and of course for the cats 
PS: Squeaky says hi: “ölllllllll.öü#—” –at least I think he meant to write “hi”… Keyboards are never safe from the pack! öpü455555555555 pmgt8frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvvv
And again, I just went away for a moment, but long enough for our little writer 
