Slept like a rock until 5.30am, then remembered my legs ached! It's so painful to walk, but worth it because, did I mention, I got to the top of Mount Kinabalu!

I packed up a small backpack to take to the jungle, but it was popping out all over the place, so it wasn't my finest work. It meant I didn't have to lug around my big backpack though. We had an 'American breakfast', which was scrambled eggs on bread with huge baked beans and two very pink hotdogs that not one person touched.

We stopped at a high street in town to get money and drinks, but the ATM wouldn't accept my card or Kim's so we headed off around the corner to a Western Union, where people were just standing around as we thought we'd joined a queue. When we got to the ATM we learnt that people do not keep their distance, and as I stooped in to see the Malaysian height ATM a little man appeared at my elbow and said 'you okay lady', to which I swiftly replied 'please move'. He couldn't see anything, as I was having to stoop to block the sun, and I filled the whole hole anyway, but it was pretty annoying! Kim said people were staring at us as we waited and that it was probably because they'd not seen such a tall girl - I explained they probably thought I was a tall man with long hair.

Some 100Plus and a Boost Bar were purchased, but neither kept me awake for the bus ride: 100Plus is meant to be an energy drink that's 'lemony' as Kim said, having never tried it!

We stopped off at a cafe for drinks again an hour or so later, where Sue, Lonna and I had Happy Birthday sang to us, and a cake! It was a rich cream cake that even I couldn't finish, so Sue did. It was quite lovely for Arkin, the tour guide, to have bought us a cake, but I had to wash it down with cold Milo.

We arrived in the jungle at 3ish, where we took our little boats up the river to the jungle camp on the Kinabatangan River. We all signed the visitors' book and looked for any familiar names or places before us, then back to the boats for a river cruise. We saw monkeys and lots of birds, but no elephants of orang-utans. During dinner we had a discussion about accents, and I was quite dismayed to have my Welsh accent criticised by three southern hemisphere residents! They said it wasn't high-pitched enough: I'll take criticism where it's due, but only from people who know what they're on about! Tut tut. Dinner was a selection of curries and rice with Tiger beer, before heading off to bed.

My last day as a 23 year old and I feel no different, just quite sweaty from the lack of air out here. No theatre shows or Times Square this birthday, just sweat a wellies.