I got up before the
others this morning – at about 6.30am – and headed out with my
camera for a bit of a look around. I headed up to the mangrove
boardwalk first and as I got close to the little concrete bridge, I
saw a proboscis monkey swing across the path in front of me. When I
walked up and stopped to see if I could figure out where it had gone,
a cloud of particularly vicious mosquitoes descended on me, so I
decided to retreat back to the relative safety of the room. When I
got close, however, I heard the distinctive grunting of some
proboscis monkeys coming from the screen of trees between the
accommodation and the beach, so I changed direction and made my way
down a little path to the water. Looking along the beach towards
where the sound had come from, I noticed a French family we had
spoken to yesterday with their guide. They were looking out to sea,
so I followed the direction of their gaze and spotted a dark shape in
the water. Bringing my camera to my eye, I saw the distinctive
outline of a rather large saltwater crocodile slowly swimming
parallel to the beach.
I snapped off a few
shots and then turned my attention to the trees, where there was
quite a large group of proboscis monkeys feeding on handfuls of
leaves fairly close to the ground. As I stood and photographed them,
one, a large male, climbed all the way to the ground and casually
walked along the beach to a tree on the other side of a large gap and
slowly climbed up it.
While I was
photographing the monkeys, I noticed some movement on a log protruding from the
water. When I looked closer, I saw that it was covered in large
mudskippers, which were climbing on and then fighting their way to
the top, where they were invariably pushed off by others coming up
from below. When they got annoyed, they flashed their
orange-patterned dorsal fins at each other – a fitting visual
signal of their ire.
Back at the room, I
gathered the others up and we walked down to the café for breakfast, passing the proboscis monkeys on the way.
On offer was an Asian-style buffet, with various dishes of fried
noodles and rice. I grabbed a few spoonfuls while the others opted
for some banana cake and fresh watermelon. As we headed back to the
room to get set up for today's outing, we were called over to a tree
near the café, where a guide pointed out a small viper sitting on a
branch. I took some photos and then noticed one of the bearded pigs
chasing something next to a nearby tree. When I went over, I found a
small monitor clinging to the trunk.
After grabbing our
stuff, we set off on today's walk – the only loop trail on offer.
The first section took us along the path we took yesterday afternoon
and when we reached the general vicinity of where we saw the
proboscis monkeys, we heard some grunts and some branch shaking and
sure enough, they were there again. We watched for a while as they
moved between the trees. Proboscis monkeys are quite large and in
addition to having a whopping big nose, they also have a big pot
belly. They look a bit ungainly and this is reflected in the way they
move between the trees. Where the gibbons we saw in Sumatra swung
with an effortless grace from branch to branch and tree to tree, the
proboscis just launch themselves into the air, apparently working on
the assumption that whatever they land on will hold their weight –
which mostly it does, although we did see a few crash straight
through and down into the next layer of vegetation below.
As we left the
moneys behind, the path began to rise and we soon reached a set of
steep wooden stairs, which proved to be the first of many, as we
gained a lot of elevation in a short period. As we climbed higher,
the vegetation changed from the thick, closed rainforest to a more
open forest of thinner, shorter trees. We soon reached a lookout over
the sea and forest below, but we couldn't see a great deal thanks to
a combination of haze and inconveniently situated trees. But there
was a seat, so we stopped for a while to catch our collective breath.
When we reached the
top of the plateau, the vegetation really thinned out, turning into a
low heathland broken up by outcrops of sandstone and tannin-stained
creeks. Kate and I both noticed a real similarity to the Australian
bushland of our childhoods, albeit populated by a wide variety of
different pitcher plants and a range of other oddly shaped plants.
At roughly the
halfway point of the loop walk, we came across some benches, so we
decided to stop for lunch. As we ate our tuna and cucumber sandwiches
we were joined by a very, very sweaty Frenchman who was doing the
walk in the other direction – at speed as he was only in the park
for the day. He soon set off and we did the same soon after, crossing
creeks and alternating patches of heath and rainforest until we made
it to the other edge of the escarpment, where the path headed steeply
down and into the coastal mangrove forest.
When we finally made
it back to the café we stopped for some beer, Bingo (a local fizzy
drink) and water. The macaques were hanging around the area, and
although we sat outside, we did so warily, and at one point I had to
jump up and chase one off with a chair. While we sat, we were joined
by the sweaty Frenchman who had finished the loop from the other
direction. I showed him the viper and then he headed off for his boat
back while we went back to the room, where Kate and I had short naps
while the girls read.
After another dinner
at the café, we went out onto the boardwalk for another night walk.
We saw a few frogs and toads, and then Kate and the girls headed back
while I continued further into the jungle. I spotted some more frogs
and found a pool filled with moderately sized catfish. On the way
back, I stopped to photograph some more frogs. After a while, I saw
torches approaching and was soon joined by a group of tourists on a
night walk. They stopped not far away from me and when I looked over,
I saw that one of the guides was holding up a stick, from which was
hanging a very large black scorpion. I waited until the paying
punters had all taken their photos and the group had moved on before
moving in to get a few shots of my own. It was a very impressive
arachnid, at least 15 centimetres long with a pair of nasty looking
pincers at the front.
I then went back to
getting shots of the frogs I had found earlier. As I was
photographing one of the loudly calling tree frogs, I could hear a
fainter call coming from a few spots nearby, on the ground somewhere,
but when I went looking for the frogs that were making it, I couldn't
work out quite where they were. I spent some time moving from call to
call and finally my torch beam lit up a moderately sized brown frog
calling from the muddy ground among some fallen branches. Now that I
knew what I was looking for, I went back to where I had heard another
frog calling and sure enough, I spotted it straight away. I slowly
made my way over and crouched down near the second frog and started
taking photos. When I was done, I stood up - straight into a palm
stem covered in enormous needle-sharp spines, several of which jabbed
extremely painfully into my forehead. I stepped back in shock,
jamming my shoulder into another set of spines. Time to go back to
the room.
On the way back, I
took the 'back way' – along another boardwalk that provides access
to a second row of bungalows that tourists can hire. As I slowly
walked along, scanning the trees and ground with my torch, a woman
called out from the balcony of one of the bungalows. I stopped and
she came over and pointed up into a large tree beside the boardwalk,
where a flying lemur was resting on the trunk.
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