Driving in Borneo is fantastic. Not that I drove, of course, but even being driven in Borneo is great. This is because, used to the cautious 30mph of my mother's driving, I found Malaysian drivers absolutely crazy. They have clearly never read their nation's Highway Code (if indeed, it exists), as they seem to break every speed limit and love to overtake on corners on mountain-cliff bends. They assume every car that approaches to be signalling a race, calling for a sudden burst of acceleration and then, in due course, a slam of brakes as we come within inches of a pile-up.
My team and I, especially the boys, found trips incredibly exciting. We'd scream with terror as we'd pull out to overtake, only to see a huge truck zooming towards us; we'd pray as we swung over cliff edges and shriek with excitement as we drove over potholes that had us flying metres into the sky.
Of course, we never emerged completely unscathed- one boy has refused to get into a moving vehicle ever since and I, with my usual grace, managed to put my foot through a plastic bucket on one emergency brake and so am now missing half the skin on my right shinbone. But it's a small price to pay for such a fantastic ride. And with the suicidal urges of the typical teenager, I’d give almost anything for another go!