Sweat
Our room is 113 big steps above the restaurant. I know as I counted them last night as I climbed them for the seventh time that day. It’s a nice room, the views of monkeys, trees and river are great, but boy do we pay for it in tired legs and sweat.
On the subject of monkeys, I feel the need to share with you my wife’s comment last night that will stick with me for a while. “I’m not wearing that shirt of mine any more. It’s had monkey arse on it.”. She had left it on the balcony. The local residents had visited and plonked their arses on the clothes to watch Jo trying to shoo them away.
To be honest, we are getting a little monkeyed out. The critters are everywhere. Whatever we are doing, walking, swimming, eating...they are there in the background waiting for an opportunity to steal something or just wipe their arses on something.
Aron and Martin were burgled yesterday. Well, it was more of a walk in theft. They slept with their door open and the offenders got away with chocolate, buns and malaria tablets. I’ve been checking their clothing for arse marks.
Yesterday we went walking out to the bat cave (a cave where bats live rather than where Adam West parks his car). The route from Bukit Lawang involved crossing the river on a seriously rickety suspension bridge. Sean, in true Indiana Jones style had been across and back earlier, nearly falling through when a plank snapped under his feet. He managed to snap another on this trip. He’s certainly no ninja my son.
The hike took us through small plantations of pineapples, cocoa bushes, rubber trees and durian. Alas I had foolishly booked the trip outside of the durian season. Wonderful fruit (though many will disagree). Think giant chestnut stuffed with custard with an odour that gets it banned from many public places. I was tempted to hide a couple in Jo’s luggage until they ripened but I didn’t think I’d get away with it.
The bat cave was as expected. A cave with resident bats. It also had a resident swallow that Holly rescued from a puddle and took out to the sunshine.
The river through Bukit Lawang is very fast moving. I know, I’ve tried a bit of swimming upwater. You go backwards. We whiled away a few hours building dams, battling against the current and watching the enormous monitor lizards on the banks. The thought crossed a few minds after a few hours in the water so we asked the receptionist at our hotel. The crocodiles are all vegetarian in Indonesia apparently.
Off jungle trekking and tubing today. Orangutans await.
On the subject of monkeys, I feel the need to share with you my wife’s comment last night that will stick with me for a while. “I’m not wearing that shirt of mine any more. It’s had monkey arse on it.”. She had left it on the balcony. The local residents had visited and plonked their arses on the clothes to watch Jo trying to shoo them away.
Aron and Martin were burgled yesterday. Well, it was more of a walk in theft. They slept with their door open and the offenders got away with chocolate, buns and malaria tablets. I’ve been checking their clothing for arse marks.
Yesterday we went walking out to the bat cave (a cave where bats live rather than where Adam West parks his car). The route from Bukit Lawang involved crossing the river on a seriously rickety suspension bridge. Sean, in true Indiana Jones style had been across and back earlier, nearly falling through when a plank snapped under his feet. He managed to snap another on this trip. He’s certainly no ninja my son.
The hike took us through small plantations of pineapples, cocoa bushes, rubber trees and durian. Alas I had foolishly booked the trip outside of the durian season. Wonderful fruit (though many will disagree). Think giant chestnut stuffed with custard with an odour that gets it banned from many public places. I was tempted to hide a couple in Jo’s luggage until they ripened but I didn’t think I’d get away with it.
The bat cave was as expected. A cave with resident bats. It also had a resident swallow that Holly rescued from a puddle and took out to the sunshine.
The river through Bukit Lawang is very fast moving. I know, I’ve tried a bit of swimming upwater. You go backwards. We whiled away a few hours building dams, battling against the current and watching the enormous monitor lizards on the banks. The thought crossed a few minds after a few hours in the water so we asked the receptionist at our hotel. The crocodiles are all vegetarian in Indonesia apparently.
Off jungle trekking and tubing today. Orangutans await.
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