The Saddle Saga: one year down, one continent to go It was evening when we arrived, and for the first time in months, a little bit chilly. We appreciated why the Cameron Highlands became popular with the British colonisers of Malaysia. The epic climb meant a terrific descent towards Kuala Tahan and the mysterious, dark jungle of Taman Negara, where we took part in a wildlife trek, hoping to spot elephants, tigers and tapirs. Initially the only beast on show was Matt, with his wild-eyed morning expression. We did, however, see a colony of bats in Gua Kepayang Besar, a cave the size of football field. We spent one night sleeping on the floor of the cave beneath the colony and heard their high-pitched clicking and felt the patter of their droppings all night long. Not the most comfortable of evenings, but a unique experience. We continued the next day along the trail. Going was slow as we ducked and weaved like boxers dodging blows from the low hanging vines, trees and spiny plants. That evening was spent in a wooden hide of Bumbun Kumbang. It was here, in the dark of night, that a Civet came. Lured by the plentiful remains of our chicken curry supper, it was the only animal in the jungle to find the tinned gunk appealing. It stayed munching away for an age, not even flinching when caught in the glare of our torch lights. From the depths of the rainforest and tiny Kuala Tahan it was only a short way to the concrete jungle of Singapore. I was surprised to find myself enjoying the sprawling metropolis, and rode along a wide cycle lane to The Tree Inn Lodge with a grin upon my face. To our left a sedate blue sea peeked through rows of trees. Crowds gathered along the seafront park to enjoy warm weather with friends. To our right, towering skyscrapers, modern castles; all mirrors, glass and concrete demonstrated Singapore's wealth. In such a modern city, some of the colonial charm has been eroded away - replaced by buildings like The Skypark and the lotus-shaped ArtScience Museum - but not erased completely. We took in the Raffles Hotel and Singapore Cricket Club, both of which still emit some pomp in the heart of the metropolis. Singapore marked the end of the Eurasian landmass that we'd started riding across in August 2011 and we felt elated at our accomplishment. Even more pleasing was breaking £20,000 in donations to War Child. But after 12 months of solid cycling we decided it was time for a break. So we left our creaking bikes in the capable hands of a Van Nicholas repair shop and headed to Borneo. Matt McDonald and Andy Madeley are cycling from London to Sydney to raise money for War Child. Follow their route at www.thecyclediaries.com