Sep 16, 2020
An ebony blackness hung overhead in the Malaysian Highlands, restricting any light from penetrating the omnipresent fog that obscured the night sky. In the distance, headlight beams penetrated the mist and we could hear the whine of diesel mills spinning at redline. Voices commanding “winch in … winch out” could be heard toward the crest of the mountain and in the valley below. Viscous crimson mud that had poured over the cuff of my boots was now oozing between my toes and the sub-tropical heat had induced a continuous stream of sweat.
