Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Day 365: Happy anniversary!

At breakfast this morning – back at Mama Chop again – we got to talking to a guy from KL, now living in Munich, who was in town trying to help the locals sort out their restaurants (he was some sort of culinary consultant). He got a nice illustration of the sort of thing he needed to fix when the staff announced, after our roti canai had been served, that they had run out of the curry sauce that they normally served with it. We got another, similar sort of illustration a bit later when we went to buy our lunch ingredients at the minimart – again, we could only find tuna mayonnaise, but we also couldn't find anyone selling sliced bread that was still in date. 



All loaded up, we got the boat across to the national park and then, after paying our entry fees, we took the same path as yesterday afternoon, but this time kept going past the swimming area. As usual we saw plenty of squirrels, but this time we saw little else. We did, however, catch up to the English girl from yesterday, and walked with her the last part of the way to another wildlife viewing hide, set up on a hillside. It was obviously built to house overnight guests, with a bathroom and bunks, but it had been left to decay slowly - the toilet was disconnected and the bunks didn't look much like somewhere you would want to sleep. 







 
We sat for a while chatting to the English girl and eating our lunch. We then walked back to the little riverside beach for a swim and then went back to our rooms for some air-conditioned quiet time. For dinner, we returned to the same restaurant as last night – known as Family Restaurant – where we had a rather low-key celebration of the anniversary of our first leaving Winchester on the first leg of our big adventure. After dinner, we went back across the river and Sarah and I went out spotlighting along the boardwalk, but returned without having seen anything of note.














Monday, 19 October 2015

Day 364: That's no mouse, dear

In the morning we went out looking for some ingredients for lunch, but although we looked in several minimarts, the only tuna we could find came with 'mayonnaise', so tuna mayonnaise it was. We had some breakfast at Mama Chop (where they were watching the same war movie as yesterday) and then looked around for a way to get across the river and to the national park (as an aside, 'taman negara' means 'national park' in Malaysian, so Taman Negara National Park is National Park National Park). We quickly spotted one of the ferry guys and climbed aboard for the journey, which took about a minute and cost only one ringgit each – the equivalent of US$0.25. After disembarking, we climbed the steep stairs up the bank and then walked over to the national park office, where we paid the very reasonable entry fee (including a special payment to cover the use of my camera) and got a map. We then oriented ourselves and head off towards the canopy walkway along a rather fancy boardwalk. 




We saw our first wildlife soon after setting out – one of the ubiquitous squirrels. Not long after, we heard a noise in the trees and stopped to investigate and saw... another squirrel. But then Zoe pointed further up the way and said, 'Mouse deer!' And sure enough, not far from the boardwalk were three tiny little deer that were apparently relatively unconcerned about us, so we got to stand and watch them for some time. 




Continuing on, we came to a large hide overlooking an open, grassy area. It was occupied by a lone young English girl, with whom we chatted for a while. As we talked, Zoe spotted a medium-sized monitor making its way through the undergrowth and I saw, yes, a couple of squirrels. Back on the boardwalk, things took an upward turn and we sweated our way up a fairly substantial hillside before arriving at the canopy walkway, where we shelled out another fee and then waited in line to climb the stairs up to a series of suspension bridges strung between tall trees. Access was very strictly controlled to ensure that no more than ten people were on the bridge at a time, but some of those taking to the trees were of a nervous disposition, so even when we got onto the walkway, progress was slow. 










Unfortunately, the walkway exit was at the bottom of the hill we had just climbed and the trail we wanted to take next was at the top of the hill, so we had to ascend all over again. Our destination was the top of one of the larger hills in the park and many, many, many stairs and a litre or more of sweat later, we finally made it to the summit. When we got to the lookout on the far side, we stopped for a not very nice lunch (suffice to say none of us fans of tinned 'tuna mayonnaise), but didn't spend very long looking at the view, as the haze from the Indonesian forest fires was cloaking the whole area rather obscuring things. A large group of young local guys had arrived at the much the same time as us and they told us that the walk down the other side was closed, which was a shame as we had been planning to do a loop, but instead had to retrace our steps. Soon enough, however, we were back at the national park office, where we bought a bit more water at the minimart and then headed down another trail – this time to a swimming area on a tributary of the river that runs by the park entrance. While that main river is murky with sediment, this one was clear but stained dark brown with dissolved tannin. We had a nice swim and then the girls chased fish around in the shallows for a while. 








Back at the park office, we bumped into the birder from the Midlands and he told us about the tame tapir that apparently comes in to the resort that's attached the national park office. So, after dinner at one of the floating restaurants back on the other side of the river, we crossed back over and started looking around for a large two-tone prehensile-nosed mammal... without success. As the tapir seemed to be a no-show, Sarah and I went out along the boardwalk to do some spotlighting. We heard what sounded like a large frog calling from some distance away, but when I had a bit of a go at locating it, my torch beam quite quickly fell on what was indeed a large frog, but calling from what turned out to be not very far away at all. 





When we got back to the others, we decided first off to go back out again as a group, but then Zoe suddenly decided that she didn't want to participate and drifted off back to the resort. As we debated what to do next, she suddenly reappeared, breathless with excitement to tell us that the tapir had appeared. The backstory here, as near as we could determine, was that a pair of young tapirs had been caught as babies and reared around the resort. The female had recently died, but the male still came in pretty regularly to be fed. A crowd of people had formed around it and a staff member made his way through the throng and led the big mammal to a patch of grass, where he upended a bucket full of fruit. The tapir quickly got stuck in and as he ate, his unfeasibly large penis, which almost reached the ground, kept twitching dramatically, eliciting fits of giggles from the girls. With the three of them engrossed by the large mammal in their midst, I had no takers when I suggested another spotlighting foray, so I headed out alone. 



As I set off, I saw another light approaching and soon met with a young, tall Germanic guy. I asked him if he had seen anything and he described a strange small mammal he hadn't been able to identify and showed me some pictures on his camera of a neat gecko he had also spotted. I bid him farewell and headed out along the boardwalk. Before long I saw some movement ahead that resolved into a small, lightly coloured mammal. It saw me and freaked out, running away and under the boardwalk. I managed to keep pace with it but had trouble discerning what it actually was. Finally, however, I managed to get close enough for a good look and saw spines among its fur. I tried to take a photo but the camera's auto-focus stymied my efforts, focusing on some plants in front of the animal, but even with the blurring, it was clear that the animal was a type of porcupine – later ID-ed as an Asiatic brush-tailed porcupine. I continued on, all the way to our swimming spot from earlier in the day but didn't see anything. We had been warned that the final boat back across the river left at 10pm and as it was now well past 9pm I turned around and headed back. On the way, I came across a large, slender snake beside the boardwalk (a type of cat-eyed snake), but struggled, juggling the torch and camera and conscious of the ticking clock, to get a decent photo of it. I made it back in plenty of time, however, and we all jumped aboard the boat for the short ride back. 



Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Day 363: A hole by a river

I was up with the alarm this morning and packed the bags while the others slept. I then got them all up and we hit the streets, walking the relatively short distance to the sky train station, where we bought our tokens from a vending machine and then passed through the barriers and up onto the platform. It was only five stops to our destination and we soon found our way to the helpfully signposted bus station. It was slightly trickier to then figure out where to buy our tickets from, but we eventually found that too and joined the small queue of people waiting for the counter to open. While we waited, Zoe and I set off to see if we could find something for breakfast. We ended up at a little Indian place where they made our old standby – roti canai – and got two with egg and two without, and a little bag of some sort of curry sauce. These we took back to the queue and scarfed down on the pavement while Kate got our tickets. We were just licking our fingers when the bus pulled up and we all piled on board the 8am bus to Jeruntut. 


About three hours later, the bus dropped us in the bus station, where we again set about trying to figure out how to get to Kuala Tahan, the little village located adjacent to Taman Negara. Kate's enquiries elicited the information that the next local bus didn't leave until 1pm. As we debated what to do we were approached by two local guys bearing information sheets who wanted to tell us all about their minibuses and tours to Taman Negara. We fobbed them off, but after chatting to a young Belgian girl who was on her way back from Kuala Tahan (and, incidentally, on her honeymoon) and who vouched for the credentials of the tour guys, we agreed to get in their van. We thought we were then on our way to Kuala Tahan, but the driver started asking us about getting some lunch and/or groceries. At first we agreed to his suggestion that we went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch, but then we decided that we were still full enough from breakfast, so suggested that we got going instead. At this, the driver turned around and started to take us back where we had come from. Our hearts dropped, but it turned out that he was taking us to the tour company office to transfer us to another van. We were then concerned that we were going to have to wait until 1pm for the new van, but we barely had time to finish the ice creams we had bought when the van pulled up beside us. We climbed aboard and discovered that we were to be the only passengers, so we sat back and enjoyed the chauffeur service.

The (ridiculously, recklessly rapid) drive took us through endless oil palm plantations and a sawmill surrounded by some enormous logs of beautiful dark rainforest timber. So depressing. We reached Kuala Tanah in about an hour and the driver would have dropped us at our hotel but as we hadn't booked anything, he dropped us in the car park instead. Then, while Zoe and I stayed with the bags, Kate and Sarah set off to see if they could find us somewhere to stay. It was very hot and humid and the accommodation on offer proved to be both basic and expensive, but after some time, they returned with the news that they had found somewhere within fairly easy walking distance. The somewhere they had found was a couple of rooms in a single-storey bungalow – bed, bathroom and, crucially, air-con.


We were hungry by now so we headed out to see what we could find for (a very late) lunch. The majority of the restaurants in Kuala Tanah are located on floating platforms on the river that separates the town from the national park. We went to the first of these - Mama Chop – and had a decent meal while the staff sat and watched a war movie. We then went for a bit of a walk around the town, which was basic to say the least – obviously set up to service the tourist traffic that the national park generates with as little thought and effort as possible. 





We went back to the rooms to regenerate in the air-con and then headed out again to look for somewhere to have dinner. We ended up at another of the floating restaurants, choosing the one that appeared to be the most popular. This wasn't a particularly successful strategy. When Kate went up to the little window next to the kitchen to order, the first three things she ordered weren't available and when my noodles arrived, they were so awful that I couldn't eat more than a few mouthfuls. In the meantime, we chatted to a couple of hard-core birders at an adjacent table - a softly spoken guy from the Midlands who has apparently seen more than 6,000 bird species, and Andrew, his very well-qualified local guide. After dinner we stopped off at a mini-mart to get some beer (this is essentially a dry town, with alcohol only available from a very limited number of places) and tom yam peanuts.