Macaque attack, Ants don't, Pullman plushness
Trip Start Dec 12, 2012
16Trip End Jan 03, 2013
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J-she is weary and sporting the obligatory Bako injury so I head off on a short walk down to Delima, apparently a prime site for Proboscis. As I drop into the mangroves over the hill, Ive seen nothing and now I'm in a stinky, muddy mangrove forest, the tide is coming in and I’m walking through long grass..prime croc territory. I get to the rock face at the front of the mangroves and am blocked by the incoming tide.
Heading back I come across some ants crossing the trail. Relentlessly marching back and forth into their jungle hide I watch them closely
Back onto the boardwalk I’m surprised by a small herd of bearded pigs. They are so well camouflaged in the forest I’m upon them before I realise. They scare the shit out of me. But they don’t attack.
Near the grounds I see a monitor lizard, it’s beautifully striped and very much like our Aussie 'goannas’. It looks at me cautiously, as if it might attack me at any moment. Maybe it wanted revenge for me eating it’s relative back up at the Iban longhouse. It doesn’t.
Back at HQ I report my Bornean explorer adventures to J-she. She’s been watching Proboscis and bearded pigs from the luxury of the lodge deck. Photos of ants leave her non-plussed.
We meet the boatman on the beach and make it back to the jetty. On the bus out of Kampung Bako we actually see a croc in the drainage channel right by the road, in the middle of the village. Not a porosis like we have in Aus, but a croc nonetheless. We were safely in the bus or it no doubt would have attacked me
Back in Kuching we check into Pullman. It’s got a pool, man ! Our little bit of final luxury before we leave the wilds of Borneo.
We take immediate advantage of our luxurious digs and have a snooze on the Super King Sized bed. J-she ices her Bako injury and I go for a swim in the pool. J-she is staying behind in the room and I get to go shopping ! Yay. Straight to Everise, for some necessities. A bottle opener and some beers.
I book a nice young taxi driver for our trip to Matang tomorrow and we retire to our room for the evening. Sore and tired.
On a fresh air break during the evening we meet some more chillaxed Sarawakians, one is an ex-councillor and has given it up because it’s ‘too much politics’. Not for the first time one of them mentions how they are a bit lazy. They like it that way. Kuching is a very chillaxed little city indeed.