Indonesia – Dragons by the sea

Stephen had flown in from Papua the day before we arrived in Bali and he now joined us for the remainder of our time in Indonesia.  We chose to eat in the hotel that evening rather than introduce the students to the nightlife that Bali has to offer.  Service was very slow and we began to regret the decision.  There would be time to explore Kuta Bali when we return at the end of our trip.

Labuan Bajo harbour

Labuan Bajo harbour

Having overnighted in Bali we caught an early flight to Labuan Bajo, the capital of Flores and one of the most beautiful places on earth.  Perched on a hillside dropping down to the port, Labuan Bajo has a population of about 18,000 and despite its status still maintains a feeling of being a small coastal village.  The view from the top of the town, overlooking the harbour to the myriad of islands beyond is stunning.

Our main guide for this leg of the adventure was Dom Bosco. I immediately took a liking to him as he was engaging, interesting and interested in us.  He freely talked to the students and made them feel important to him.  He was everything that our previous guide was not. We had a day and a night of luxury to look forward to as we were staying at the Jayakarta Hotel a little way out of town along the coast.  The rooms were comfortable, well appointed and looked down on to well cared for gardens on one side and the pool and gardens on the other with the beach and sea just beyond. When we arrived our rooms were not ready so Dom Bosco took us to the Batu Cermin caves, an interesting cleft and series of tunnels in a rocky outcrop.  The stalactites and stalagmites created interesting shapes and if you were creative in your imagination you could see several faces in them.

Enjoying the pool

Enjoying the pool

Back at the Jayakarta Hotel we made the most of the facilities and enjoyed strolls along the beach collecting interesting pieces of coral debris, watching the local fishermen and supping a long drink while watching the sunset.

Fishing

Fishing

The fishing techniques were fascinating.  Along the beach there was a small creek.  Three boys beat the water in the creek to frighten the fish out into the open water where their father waited with a net.  While it looked impressive it was hardly productive and the boys were more inclined towards having fun rather than fishing.  Another group of men. standing waste deep in the water, were having a little more success as they drove the fish into a waiting net.  However, nobody was going to get fat on what they were catching.

Magda letting the children take photos and share the results.

Magda letting the children take photos and share the results.

While we were watching and taking photographs of the sunset a group of children came down to the water’s edge.  On realising what we were doing they made every attempt to get themselves into our photographs. They were fun and we started to let them take pictures of themselves and show them the results.  They were a happy bunch of children and, while there must be shortcomings in their life on Flores, I could not help but think that they were growing up in a fantastic part of the world.

DSC_0701I took many shots of the sunset but think this is probably the best.

That night the hotel arranged the tables around the pool for a romantic candlelit dinner for twenty-two! the food was good, the temperature was just right and the company of twenty-two was fantastic.  There was a brief interruption to the tranquility of the meal when a large crab decided to travel under the tables, between the feet on its journey to or from the sea.

All aboard on the sun deck

All aboard on the sun deck

The following morning we took the short drive to the harbour to board our two boats.   While we would spend most of our time all travelling together on the larger boat, at night the staff would adjourn to the smaller boat moored up alongside. We quickly clambered over moored boats to board our own and no sooner were we all aboard, we were off.  The students quickly positioned themselves on the open top deck to enjoy the sunshine and the views of the passing islands as we headed for Rinca.

Coastline fishing village

Coastline fishing village

The water was deep blue but where it was shallower the shade lightened. It was so inviting. Nowhere were we very far from land and we passed many beachside fishing communities where the houses are built on stilts. The style and design of these houses has remained the same for centuries, as have the fishing techniques the fishermen use.  Nothing is done on a large scale but just sufficient for subsistent use and to sell a few at market.  Behind the houses are banana trees providing fruit for the villagers. Sometimes traders in rice or vegetables visit these fishing communities and trade for fish instead of money.

Entrance to Komodo National Park, Rinca

Entrance to Komodo National Park, Rinca

After a pleasant morning sailing the blue sea we arrived at Rinca Island, the second largest island in the Komodo National Park and home to the Komodo Dragon. As we approached our mooring just away from the jetty we watched a white and grey fish eagle swoop down to the water to come up with a fish in its talons. To add to the drama a darker coloured Flores eagle harassed the fish eagle in the hope it would relinquish its catch. On the jetty we were greeted by monkeys who were keen to take food from our hands, although we advised against doing so, just in case. Around the jetty shoals of fish swarmed around the boats moored. There is so much life in the air, on the land and in the water.

A Water Buffalo

A Water Buffalo

Our 5km walk around Rinca Island proved somewhat fruitless regarding the Komodo Dragon.  July and August is the mating season so the males have all gone off in search of partners. Our guides took us to all the usual spots where dragons can often be found but unlike my experiences three years ago none were to be found.  We did see a number of water buffalo, wallowing in water holes to keep cool and safe from their main predator, the dragon. A buffalo is too large for a dragon to kill in an attack so they often stalk their prey and catch it off guard, tending to take a bite from the hind quarters.  There is so much bacteria in the saliva of a Komodo Dragon that soon the wound becomes fatally infected.  It can take weeks for the buffalo to die or to become too weak to fend off a second attack. Everything is eaten, with the exception of the skull and horns.  All other bones are consumed and digested.  Every so often on the trail there was evidence of dragon poo, a white powder of crushed bones.

DSC_0833However, it was not a fruitless excursion.  There are always some dragons which are lazier than others and wait in hope by the kitchens in the wardens’ camp.  Here we found four dragons, two males and two females.  These were not particularly healthy looking specimens; their ribs were clearly visible. The wardens do not feed them but the smell of food draws them to the kitchen in a forlorn hope that they might be fed. In the end hunger forces them to find food for themselves.

DSC_0823The wardens have to be very careful.  These hungry dragons often hide underneath the stilted houses.  As a result the wardens have to check before coming down the steps.  There have been a number of attacks this year where wardens have fallen victim to a dragon hiding underneath the steps to their room.

Two males eyeing each other up

Two males eyeing each other up

The good thing about having a number of dragons who are so attached to the kitchens is that they are easy to photograph.  The wardens ensured that we kept a safe distance from them and warned us to move back if any began to approach. The wardens are armed with a forked staff, which presumably is the most effective way of keeping dragons at bay without causing them any harm, although I am sure that with one snap of their powerful jaws they could reduce the staff to matchsticks.

An Angel Fish swimming over a seabed of dead colal

An Angel Fish swimming over a seabed of dead colal

Returning to our boat, we set sail again to anchor off a beach where we could swim, snorkel and enjoy the warmth of the water and all that was within it.  On the way we had a sumptuous lunch of rice, chicken, fish, tofu and vegetables followed with pineapple and watermelon. Having digested our meal the swimming was wonderful and the braver members of the group jumped or dived off the top of the boat, four or five metres above the surface of the water. Snorkelling was like swimming in a tropical fish tank.  I spent time getting used to using my camera underwater.  Using the waterproof case is brilliant but you have no way of knowing whether you are taking what you want.  It is impossible to use the viewfinder and also to check each picture or video on the screen.  It is very hit and miss and I found the best policy was to just click away in the hope that there would be something worth having. The colours and variety of fish was amazing and it was fantastic just to pick on a particular fish or shoal and follow it.  They were unconcerned by our presence, unless we got too close, and continued uninterrupted in their quest for food.  As they nibbled at the coral their chomping could be heard very clearly.  Sadly, at this location most of the coral was dead.

The sun disappears for another day

The sun disappears for another day

As the afternoon drew on we set sail again for a mangrove swamp to watch the fruit bats at dusk as they rose from the mangrove to fly to the mainland for food.  The Indonesians call them flying foxes.  They are huge and in the course of about half an hour a million of them will rise from the swamp.  Our boat was positioned so that it was beneath the flight path. While we waited we watched the spectacular sunset. Unfortunately, my photos of the flight do not do the event justice.

That night we slept on deck, under a myriad of stars.  The cloudy haze of the Milky Way was clearly visible and shooting stars flew across the sky at various intervals. A light, cooling breeze fanned across our faces and made sleep more comfortable.

At 4.30am the engines chugged into life, the anchor was lifted and we headed off towards Komodo Island, a journey of about two and a half hours.  Lying on deck, feeling the movement of the boat as it rode the water and watching the sky lighten in the east was a wonderful way to greet the new day.

DSC_0012_2Anchoring off Komodo village we enjoyed breakfast.  We were soon visited by children paddling out on makeshift rafts of polystyrene wrapped in discarded fishing net wanting to sell us trinket Komodo Dragons carved out of shells.

DSC_0004_2Komodo village is much larger than I expected. From the boat we could see stilted houses following the line of the shore. There were several rows of houses beyond. From our vantage point the houses seemed to be made mainly of wood with planks or woven reeds making up the walls with corrugated iron roofing.  On the beach high bowed fishing boats were parked or were moored in the shallows.  Dom Bosco told us that the population was about 1400. There were far more children than we were expecting.

Whilst the group explored Komodo village, Jim and I met with the village head to discuss the toilet building programme.  This took a long time.  It was decided that we would try to get one toilet finished, leaving the other two for the villagers to build when the sites were prepared.  We went to visit the first site at the far end of the village. It was just outside a house! I’m not sure I would want a public toilet within two feet of where I lived. There was much discussion between the village head and several other men as to positioning etc. With so much discussion I began to wonder if we would ever get started.

Eventually we got the green light and had to return to the other end of the village to collect all the building materials, gathering the group together to carry steel rods, lengths of timber, bags of cement and corrugated iron across the village to the building site.  By the time we returned with the materials the men had marked out the dimensions and dug the foundations for the building.

Mixing cement for the foundations with a paddle!

Mixing cement for the foundations with a paddle!

It was always our intention to not only provide the funding for these toilets but also the labour force for the building of them. Things do not always work out as planned and the villagers seemed determined to do the work themselves while we watched.  Some of the tools were a little unusual. For mixing the cement we only had one shovel so a short paddle was used. This gave Jim, as head of rowing, some ideas for the boat club.  The rocks for the foundations were gathered from the beach, as was the sand for mixing with the cement. Occasionally we would try to become involved but whatever we were doing would be taken over by a local. It was becoming increasingly frustrating and as the day got hotter and hotter, standing around in the sun became less pleasant.

Henry having a bit of a workout while entertaining the children.

Henry having a bit of a workout while entertaining the children.

The work, or our presence, was generating a fair amount of interest in the village, particularly among the children, and soon we were surrounded by children craving our attention.  The students enjoyed the attention and were happy to entertain the children in a variety of ways.

Anna keeping cool with friend

Anna keeping cool with friend

It became clear that we were probably not of much use and that we were wasting our time watching the construction process. When it came to lunchtime I suggested that we return to the boat, enjoy lunch, and then go to a beach/bay within easy reach for a cooling swim, to return to Komodo later in the day to witness the progress the men had made. This idea was approved by all and we returned to the boat, taking with us our entourage of children as far as the end of the jetty.

Freddy Toubro in full flight

Freddy Toubro in full flight

Instead of sailing off we stayed where we were and spent the afternoon playing in the water and diving off the boat.  Everybody was gaining confidence, having done it once, and began to be more adventurous in their jumps and dives.  We had individual dives, twists, turns and artistic impressions, sequence jumping and group plunges. It was great fun and a lovely way to spend the afternoon after some of the frustrations of the morning. The only disappointment was that Stephen lost his Gopro on a dive, it slipping off its anchorage to his wrist and sinking to the bottom in 21m of water.  He tried diving but without success.  Dom Bosco asked if any of the villagers could dive to that depth but their limit was about 16m. His camera would continue to take intermittent pictures from its watery grave until the battery ran out.

Helen mastering the art of paddling a dugout canoe.

Helen mastering the art of paddling a dugout canoe.

Children came out from the village in a dug out canoe to try to sell us their trinkets.  They would come along side and climb out onto our boat. They were not very persistent with their sales but were happy to be in our company.  Helen, being a kayaker, wanted a go in the dug out. She struggled to get in, the boat being extremely narrow, and balance was quite an issue.  We all watched, expecting her to capsize, but she managed to stay afloat much to our disappointment.

DSC_0156_2As the afternoon drew to a close we returned to the building site to see how the work was progressing. The framework was almost finished.  As we watched the final pieces of the structure were nailed into place and the corrugated iron roof was hammered home. The children were again a distraction, following us wherever we went and demanding our full attention.  All around the building site, hair was being plaited, songs and dances were being taught and some were given control of cameras to take pictures.

As the afternoon blended into evening the work stopped as the men, all muslim, needed to return home for their meal, having gone throughout the day without both food and water as they were fasting for Ramadan. We returned to the boat and sailed off for our night time anchorage away from the village.

I do hope this property was one to be replaced!

I do hope this property was one to be replaced!

The village of Komodo seems to have had a huge amount of input from all sorts of organisations in recent months.  Wherever you go on Flores and on Komodo there are banners and posters advertising “Sail Komodo”. In September there will be sailing events and large cruise liners coming specifically to Komodo. In order to cater for such an influx of people, central government and various NGOs have invested heavily in Komodo.  A new paved footpath is being created the length of the village and trees have been planted with protective fences around them.  We counted at least fourteen new toilets, none of which seemed to be finished, and there were one hundred houses being built to replace houses that needed replacing. I knew none of this when we were looking for a project and while, at the time of planning, toilets and Komodo Dragons may well have been an issue, the development of Komodo village has moved ahead rapidly. What was not clear was whether this investment was for a one-off event or whether the impetus for improvement and development would be continued as the event was repeated year by year.

The following morning, having again slept on deck, we headed back towards Komodo Island but this time not to the village but to the national park for more Komodo Dragons. We docked our boat at the brand new, not yet used, quay big enough for ocean going cruise liners to dock at and obviously part of the “Sail Komodo” project.  This suggests that the project is a long term concept and not just a one off event.

An ever alert stag

An ever alert stag

The walk was on similar terrain as Rinca but shorter in distance.  Despite it being shorter, we saw a great deal more with sightings of deer, wild boar, parakeets and dragons, not just lingering around the kitchen area but out in the bush.  It was fortunate that we were there early in the morning as dragons need to bask in the sunshine to bring their temperature up.  Once it is up they tend to find shady areas to shelter from the sun and are therefore less easy to spot.

A large male

A large male

On top of Sulphur Hill we came across a pair, a male and a female, basking in the early morning sunshine. It was immediately noticeable how much more healthy these animals seemed.  They were plumper and generally more alert and robust.

As we were nearing the end of our walk and returning to the centre via the beach two stags strolled down the beach looking very out of place in such an environment. More dragons were waiting near the buildings but unlike those on Rinca, these looked more healthy.

Striding purposefully along the beach.

Striding purposefully along the beach.

It was while photographing these that we noticed another dragon marching purposefully along the beach. Rushing down to see it it proved difficult to film and keep up with so I ran on ahead to photograph it from the front.  Again I had to move quickly in order to get into a good position.  Eventually I positioned myself by the old wooden jetty and started filming.  The dragon continued with its determined stride along the beach but as it approached the jetty it turned towards me.  The wardens became concerned and I had to retreat up the beach to make room and allow the dragon to go the route it wanted to take. On the other side of the jetty it disappeared into the trees at the top of the beach.

Enjoying the underwater scene

Enjoying the underwater scene

Returning to our boat for breakfast we sailed the short distance to Pink Beach, a favourite spot for snorkelling over the coral reef.  It is called Pink Beach because of the slight pink hue the sand has when wet.  It is made up of thousands of tiny shell particles and coral. Snorkelling here is a fabulous experience.  I snorkelled here three years ago and my memory was of brilliant coloured coral and a huge variety of exotic fish.  The exotic fish were there but the coral seemed much less colourful than I remember. Patches of it were dead or dying, and I don’t remember that. There were some splashes of colour but fewer than I remember. Certainly the camera seems to fail to pick up the colours, dulling them down.

CSC_0082We spent the bulk of the morning exploring the coral and the best fish seemed to be closer to the headland where the rocks tumbled steeply into the sea.  I could not tire of gently swimming around, watching the marine life beneath me, all within touching distance.

Having spent the morning at Pink Beach we sailed across to an island on the other side of a narrow gap of turbulent water to another island for lunch and for further swimming in the afternoon.  We had arranged to return to Komodo village later in the afternoon to visit the school to distribute our gifts of stationary, toys, clothing etc. to the children.  As there were far more children than we anticipated it had been agreed that we would give to particular age groups.

DSC_0090Typically, more children turned up than expected and what should have been a very enjoyable occasion turned into a chaotic shambles. It started off reasonably well.  We were ushered into a classroom where we separated and laid out everything we had brought on to desks.  It was an impressive array of items. It brought the nostalgic child out in the group members as they played with the toys, waiting for the next instruction in the proceedings.  It became clear that while we were doing this the teachers were trying to organise the children into two groups.

It started out quite well

It started out quite well

We were ushered into a second classroom where there was a group of 28 children.  We sang a couple of songs, “If You’re Happy and You Know It” and “Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes”. The children sang a couple in return. While this was happening the teachers and Dom Bosco collected 28 items from the classroom for us to give one to each child.  This worked reasonably well.

In the second classroom there were in excess of 60 children.  Having gone through the song routine again the teachers brought in twenty items and selected twenty children to receive them. The remainder looked crestfallen, particularly when they were told they would get theirs the following morning. That is when the chaos started.

DSC_0113Eventually, to satisfy the children they were told to come to the classroom where the gifts were stored and they would receive them on the veranda to the room. Bedlam ensued with children pushing and shoving to get to the front.  It was a sea of hands grabbing and pulling. One fight broke out. Many took one item, hid it and then put their hand out for another.  Our students who were caught up in the melee found it very difficult and quite distressing.  In the end I decided to pull everybody away and leave it to the teachers to sort out, teachers who seemed to have very little control in such situations.

Oh, and it needs a door!

Oh, and it needs a door!

We now went to the other end of the village to inspect the progress on the toilet.  The men had been busy all day and with the exception of the concrete lining to the tank behind the structure, it was finished.  The pedestal was cemented in place and the outflow pipe had been connected.  All the walls were complete.  Behind the shed a pit had been dug, which is what had to be lined round the sides.  The bottom of the pit would remain a bed of sand. The effluent would flow into the pit, become liquid and gradually filter through the sand. A concrete lid would be constructed to enclose the pit. Nothing could be simpler.

I was quite pleased when we left Komodo for the last time. En route to our night time mooring we stopped briefly.  In that brief stop a dugout canoe came alongside selling wooden carved dragons.  Jim was just contemplating buying one and was holding it to help his decision making when our boat chugged into life and set off across the bay, chased by two men frantically paddling their dugout in pursuit. It was remarkable how fast they could go in such a flimsy and unstable canoe but they stuck to the task and within a few minutes of us dropping anchor they were alongside again.  Jim felt guilty and probably paid over the odds but felt they deserved it for the effort they had made to secure a sale.

The next day was pure fun. We sailed from sandy beach to sandy beach, taking time to swim in the clear waters, to marvel at the marine life and to become ever more daring in our attempts to dive or jump off the boat. Here is a selection of some of them with varying degrees of success.

DSC_0179DSC_0166DSC_0158DSC_0153DSC_0187That night, back on dry land we enjoyed a meal in a restaurant overlooking the harbour before returning to the luxury of the Jayakarta Hotel, although it should be mentioned that after four days and three nights on a boat, it was difficult to stop the room from rocking gently from side to side.

DSC_0242The following day we flew back to Bali for a couple of nights with retail therapy high on the agenda. It was a relaxing way to end a very active, multi faceted trip, although it became a little tiresome fending off the very persistent street sellers. The group responded well to the environment, avoided the pitfalls that Bali presents and enjoyed the opportunity to relax.  Our last evening was spent on the beach.  Stephen arranged for us to go to Double Six, a beach with surfing opportunities but also a relaxed beach bar atmosphere where bean bags were supplied from which to enjoy our last Indonesian sunset.

A Bali sunset

A Bali sunset

To conclude, I would just like to say how enjoyable the students made this trip,  They were a pleasure to be with and very easy to look after.  They cared for each other and were a credit to all concerned, parents, school and themselves. I cannot finish without mentioning my colleagues, Jim, Helen, Magda and Ellie, without whom none of this would have been possible. I feel it was a fitting end to my twenty years of running the Himalayan Club at King’s and look forward to helping Josh Hand and watching him take the Himalayan Club into its third decade.

 

 

Indonesia – Java mountain trekking

Flying from Medan, we left Sumatra, and flew to Jakarta for a brief stop over before connecting with a flight to Surabaya, Indonesia’s second largest city.  Following a meal in a restaurant not too far from the airport we drove by coach to Malang, a journey of about two hours.  While most of the group slept in the coach, I had the disadvantage of sitting at the front and could observe what was happening in front of me.  Not only did the driver seem to drive extremely quickly but some of his manoeuvres were frightening.  I am used to differing standards of driving throughout the world and normally I am not affected by them, largely because most of the time everything is so much slower than in the UK.  This driver was fast and the vast majority of the journey was through an urban sprawl with vehicles, motorcyclists and pedestrians often doing the unexpected.  There was no room for error.  Strangely, the vast majority of the time we were undertaking rather than overtaking, because lorries tend to occupy the outside lane.  However, it seemed that it did not matter which side you overtook vehicles by but our driver relied very heavily on other drivers not changing their minds. I was happy to arrive at our overnight hotel in Malang in one piece.

Despite the lateness of the hour we had to sort our kit for the next day, ensuring that we only took what was necessary for the trek and left all unnecessary kit in our kitbags to be held in store once we reached the starting point of the trek at Ranu Pane. It was just as well that we did sort out our kit as Freddy came to my room to confess that he had been rather foolish and left his boots in Tangkahan, almost a thousand miles away in Sumatra. Emma confessed to not having sleeping bag.  There is always a solution to any problem and it did not take long for Freddy to occupy my boots, filling the extra space with a second pair of socks, while I used my ageing trainers and Emma, like the rest of us would be supplied with a sleeping bag more suited to the mountain environment that our thin jungle bags.

Not the safest way to take your child

Not the safest way to take your child

As Malang was waking up the next morning we set off in a convoy of land cruisers for the final leg of our journey to the mountains. Nearly everybody has a motor bike and the roads were already becoming crowded as they jostled for position. The risks some people take with those closest to them is remarkable and there does not seem to be an authority to ensure that unnecessary risks are not taken.

Leaving Malang we began to climb.  Emerging out of the haze in the distance ahead of us were conical shaped mountains and one, in particular, which seemed much higher than all the rest, Mt. Semeru. As we drew nearer and gained height the mountains began to show themselves more clearly.  Semeru gave off a puff of smoke as it gave a volcanic cough, something it does about every half hour.  It looked impressive with steep slopes leading up to the crater rim.  What was closer was equally impressive.

The precipitous intensive market gardening around Ranu Pani

The precipitous intensive market gardening around Ranu Pani

We were entering a huge caldera with the ancient crater rim rising steeply for several hundred feet.  The natural vegetation was lush suggesting that the volcanic remains are very fertile. That clearly became so when we saw the type of intensive market gardening that takes place on the slopes higher up.  Not content with just one crop per field, the soil has the capacity to cope with three!  Potatoes occupy the mounds striping the fields but between each mound cabbages are growing and all around the edge onions. The slopes are so steep that no machinery can work on the land, it all has to be done by hand.  Drainage and soil creep must be an issue but there was no evidence of a problem as people worked on the precipitous fields.

Ranu Pane is a large village centred around a small lake (Pane – water) and which relies on agriculture and tourism for its prosperity.  During the high season as many as 500 tourists a day can trek to Semeru, Java’s highest mountain at 3676m.  In amongst all the farm houses are homestays and guest houses catering for this mass influx of people. At other times of year the houses lay empty.

On arrival we met our new crew and made final preparations for our trek to our camp at Ranu Kumbolo on the shore of a small crater lake.  As we left the clouds rolled in giving an atmospheric feel to the place. The trees dripped on to us and lichen hung down from the branches; we were in a typical cloud forest.  The path was easy and had been paved for the first few kilometres but even when the paving ran out the path was easy, only gradually gaining height.  Every so often there were shelters for trekkers and crew to rest in on their 13km walk to Ranu Kumbolo. I was really disappointed to see lots of rubbish strewn about these areas, sweet papers, food wrappings and plastic water bottles.  We had seen nothing of this nature in the jungle.  Why was this area any different?

Camp by the lake at Ranu Kumbola

Camp by the lake at Ranu Kumbola

The clouds still rolled in and we were almost on top of the lake when it appeared through the mist. It is not a huge stretch of water but it took us a while to walk round to the other side where camp was situated on the shore.  A line of tents a few metres back from the water’s edge was our camp for the night.  As te sun came out it looked an idyllic spot.  A couple of huts nearby denoted the kitchen area and accommodation for the crew.  As we approached the camping area the litter increased and by the time we reached the tents there was an unacceptable level of waste.  What a disappointment.  Worse was to come when we discovered that there were no toilet facilities and that in the grass, among the trees and along the lake shore to either side of camp was a disgusting mix of human excrement and toilet tissue!

Lunch was eventually produced and while it was very tasty there was not enough of it, lots of rice but very little chicken or vegetable and we had to ration everybody to make sure that it was shared out equally. This was the norm for every meal on trek.

Tom patiently catching nothing

Tom patiently catching nothing

In the afternoon a group went off in search of fire wood so we could have a camp fire and cook the fish that Tom was going to catch with his makeshift line and hook.  I took myself off for a little explore and to see if I could have a look at Semeru.  Unfortunately the cloud kept it veiled from my gaze.  By the time I returned the fire was burning and Tom was still creating his fishing line.  Some of the porters were fishing with similarly makeshift lines, but, unlike Tom, they kept catching fish.

The following morning I woke early to watch the sun rise from the other side of the lake.  The water was as still as could be, mirror like, but we did not get the early morning colours I was hoping for.

The savannah grasslands

The savannah grasslands

Today’s walk was only a matter of a three hour trek to Kalimati, the base camp for Semeru, so there was no rush.  Before heading in that direction we went to explore the savannah of a nearby valley.  It was spectacularly beautiful with a richness of colour to the grasses.  It felt as though we should have been watching wildebeest and giraffe ambling across the scene.

After this short detour we headed off towards Kalimati, leaving our crater lake valley to cross a pass into another grassy crater area.  There was still no view of Semeru.  On the other side of the crater we began to climb up through some thin woodland to the opposite edge of the old crater.  Many trees were severely charred from a fire which ripped through the area three years previously.  While the larger trees were surviving all the smaller ones had perished.  Nature was beginning to repair the damage but nothing would hide the charring effect.

Our first view of Seramu.  You can clearly see the route up the scree slope to the summit.

Our first view of Seramu. You can clearly see the route up the scree slope to the summit.

Reaching the crater rim we got our first clear view of Semeru, a text book example of a cone shaped volcano.  Semeru gives off a puff of smoke approximately every thirty minutes but it is still regarded as a very active volcano.  At Ranu Kumbolo there are several memorials to people who have become victims of Semeru. In 1981 250 people we killed in an eruption and the last major event was in 2002 when two Pyroclastic flows travelled 2.5km down the mountain.  Looking at the mountain you couldn’t help but think that getting to the top was going to take a few hours of hard work.

The path dropped down slightly to Kalimati and camp.  If I thought Ranu Kumbolo was a litter strewn mess, Kalimati was ten times worse. There was rubbish everywhere and although some had been gathered into piles, nothing had been done to dispose of it.  It was left to rot and attract flies, making the environment unpleasant.  The afternoon was spent, away from camp, relaxing in the sunshine and conserving our energy for the early start for the summit. We met and chatted to some Malaysians who had been to the summit earlier in the day and they talked to us of seeing the sun rise in the east while also watching the full moon set in the west. They spoke eloquentyly about stunning 360 degree views etc. etc. We hoped for the same.

We were due to be woken at midnight, have a drink and a bite to eat before heading off for the summit at 1.00am.  Sadly we were not very impressed with our leader and his crew. Communication had been minimal and there was no desire on their part to become involved with us.  We hardly ever saw our leader and he had chosen not to come to the mess tent for the pre summit briefing the evening before.  Needless to say the wake up call never happened and eventually a voice asked if we were ready at 12.50am. Needless to say it all became a bit of a rush and we finally left at 1.30am.  This put me in a bad mood and I was not happy.  I was also not happy with the conditions. High clouds were scudding across the sky at 50mph and a bank of much lower cloud, a front, was heading in our direction. I felt uneasy about the conditions and felt thewre should be some discussion with our leader who should also be able to read the conditions. Unfortunately, he did not want to enter into any discussion. Jim and I discovered that if we asked him the same question twice we got completely different answers each time. I began to question his suitability for the job and to wonder just how well he knew this mountain.

The first half of the climb took us through the forest, climbing steeply.  The going was quite tough and I was now in the wrong frame of mind for this.  I felt sure that some of the group would be suffering, both physically and mentally, but I am full of admiration for them as they stuck to the task very well.  In the upper part of the forest it began to rain as the cloud thickened and then cleared again temporarily.  We set out from camp with six guides to help with the ascent but by the time we reached the edge of the forest three, including our leader, had disappeared. It was a hard slog up the loose scree and the effort required to prevent feet from slipping back made it all the more tiring.  Soon the heavy bank of thick cloud shrouded the mountain and visibility became very poor.  It started to rain heavily and some began to struggle in the worsening conditions.  Still the spirit was there and nobody showed any inclination to turn back, not until they were told that it was another two hours to the summit.  Hearts sank and it was at that point that the decision was made to abandon the summit bid and return to camp. The descent down the scree slope proved interesting as the rain came down heavier and heavier.  Thunder rumbled around the summit and by the time the forest was reached the path was a river of mud and water, making the steep descent slippery and treacherous.  Remarkably, our chief guide re-appeared in the forest but was completely detached from the group and gave no help at all. By the time everybody reached camp they were completely soaked and bedraggled. It was cold and miserable.  To make matters worse half the camp was flooded and before we could get into the tents we had to move them.  Again, the crew were no help at all and our leader disappeared into his own tent rather than helping or instructing others to help.  Now, not only was everything we were wearing soaked but also the rest of our kit.  If we were to feel any comfort at all we needed to get off the mountain and down to Ranu Pane in one day rather than two. To make matters worse the guides who told us it was another two hours to the summit confessed that we were, in fact, only twenty minutes from the summit, well within reach and the capability of the group.  The only positive we could take from that is that the conditions would have been far worse when higher up on the mountain. The prospect of camping on the lake shore at Ranu Kumbolo held no joy, particularly as our water for cooking and drinks was taken from the lake and the heavy rain would have washed a lot of the human waste into the lake.

The rain continued to pour very heavily and what was once a path was now a fast flowing stream. Having taken tea to everybody in their tents, I sheltered in one of the huts and watched, with horror, as some of the crew threw rubbish into the fast flowing water for it to be carried off.  They were even taking bags of rubbish off the rubbish pile and sending them down.  Inevitably these would get stuck somewhere and the litter problem, instead of being solved, would just become more widespread. The national park has a lot to do to both redress the problem and educate the local guides and crews to respect the environment in which they work. I would not want to return and could not recommend anybody else coming to this area until something concrete is done to both clean up and protect the environment. It is a stunningly beautiful area and deserves to be cared for.

We waited for the rain to ease but it kept coming in pulses so we made the decision that the longer we stayed at Kalimati the colder and more miserable we would become. Moving would keep us warm, so Jim took the first group who were ready and set off for Ranu Kumbolo.  I followed with a second group a few minutes later. The paths were flooded but it did not really matter as our feet were already soaked.  As soon as we climbed up from Kalimati and dropped into another part of the caldera the rain eased, suggesting that the worst of it was around Semeru itself.  The path was very slippery in places and every-so-often one or other of us would slip and fall. This was where there was a marked difference between this crew and the one we had had for the jungle trek. On our walk out from Semeru, whenever anybody slipped and fell the crew would watch and then walk by.  There was never a helping hand or support or guidance of any kind.  Such a contrast.

Following lunch at Ranu Kumbolo we headed back to Ranu Pane, but not by the route we had come in by. Our guide told us that there had been a landslide and that it was dangerous.  The alternative route took us into the savannah grasslands and a long, treacherous climb over the rim of the caldera. The path was so slippery we would have been better off with crampons, and there were signs of landslips on the more exposed parts of the path. Meeting other trekkers who had used our original route, I leasrned that there had not been a landslide and that the path was safe.

The group became fragmented and I found myself, along with a guide, walking with four tiring girls.  It had been a long day.  They had been up and walking for the best part of fourteen hours in less than comfortable circumstances. While resting, our guide just disappeared and we never saw him again. As a result, we took a wrong turning and walked for an unnecessary extra hour as we approached Ranu Pani.

By the time we reached the lodge where we started I was furious. Most of our crew had disappeared home and nobody knew where the key was to release our kitbags from a store room. Our discomfort had to be endured further. In the meantime we looked at some lakeside rooms and decided we would stay there for the night. The accommodation was in quite pleasant, lakeside houses, and we chose one for the girls and an adjacent one for the boys.  As soon as we were able to release our kitbags we were able to feel a lot more comfortable.

Boots drying in the early morning sunshine

Boots drying in the early morning sunshine

The following morning the sun was shining. We struck very unlucky with our Semeru ascent day, but in some respects, experiencing the conditions we did, actually made the day more memorable. Jim and I were up early and began to sort out our wet kit, hanging it in the sunshine to dry.  We also collected everybody’s boots a lined them up on the terrace overlooking the lake. Steam soon started to rise from them and the clothes above.

Gradually the students began to emerge and sort their kit.  We were not leaving until after lunch so there was a fair chance that most of it would dry, providing the weather remained favourable. The students appreciated the opportunity to relax.

The view from our hotel.  Bromo is the lower smoking peak on the left.

The view from our hotel. Bromo is the lower smoking peak on the left.

I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed to leave Ranu Pane.  We left behind most of the crew but still had our leader and a couple of his most senior assistants.  During the short journey to Bromo I tried to strike up a conversation with them but they seemed reluctant to get involved. Driving up a savannah type valley we rounded a corner and entered a barren desert like area of volcanic dust, the result of Bromo’s last major eruption in 2010. Passing spectacular volcanic scenery we climbed out of the valley to our hotel on the edge of Bromo village. This was luxury after our experiences of camping on Semeru and we were having some time to enjoy it. The view from the hotel was stunning and I felt sure that this was going to be the highlight of our time on Java.

The following morning we got up at 3.00am for a 3.30am start, travelling in land cruisers, to a view point for the sunrise. As we left our rooms there was a strong smell of sulphur in the air.  There were headlights all over the valley and the hillside opposite as just about every tourist in the region seemed to be going to the view point. The congestion of vehicles near the top meant we had to walk the last few hundred metres, passing a host of small trinket stalls and cafes. The viewing platform was crowded and there was a buzz of anticipation as the sky in the east began to lighten. It reminded me of the occasion when I was staying in Darjeeling and went up Tiger Hill to watch the sunrise over Kangchenjunga. It was a similar atmosphere.

The view at sunrise with Bromo smoking in the foreground and Semeru sending out a puff of smoke in the background.

The view at sunrise with Bromo smoking in the foreground and Semeru sending out a puff of smoke in the background.

Gradually the sun rose casting a beautiful light on the volcanoes in front of us. Bromo was smoking constantly but there were occasional puffs of smoke from the towering summit of Semeru in the distance.  It was stunning, such a moonscape. Once the sun was up everybody began to leave. Knowing it would be chaos as the hundreds of land cruisers sorted themselves out, we went into a small cafe for tea, coffee and banana fritters.

Perfect light

Perfect light

While there I decided to pop back up towards the viewing platform to use the toilet.  While there I took the opportunity to go up to the platform for one last look.  It was deserted, yet the light was better than it had been earlier and it was a great photo opportunity.  The occasion was enhanced by the fact that I was alone and only I could see this view.

Looking into Bromo's smoking crater

Looking into Bromo’s smoking crater

Eventually we returned to our vehicles and descended the hill to the valley below. The valley was still shrouded in early morning mist giving it an even more pre-historic look. The vehicles were now taking us across the valley to the foot of Bromo. It appeared that most people had done the same.  There were many horses by the vehicle park all wanting to take people to the foot of the staircase leading up to the crater edge.  Staircase? Yes, they have built a staircase to make life easier, particularly, I guess, for the many Hindus who come here offering gifts to the gods. Standing on the rim of the volcano we looked into the smoking crater.  The whole of the rim, the steep slope up to the rim and the even steeper slope down into the crater was covered in the remains of offerings, food wrapped in banana leaves, flowers etc.  Men were inside the crater, precariously moving to pick up the litter and coins thrown in as offerings. The offerings, while numerous and distracting, I could understand but what I found unacceptable were the plastic bags that they were carried in.  How can you hold a place in such high regard but not treat it with the respect it deserves?

Members of the group in front of the perfect conical peak

Members of the group in front of the perfect conical peak

As fascinating as Bromo was, I was disappointed that we could not see molten lava bubbling away.  I was possibly more impressed with the adjacent peak, a perfect cone scoured by channels and ridges all the way round. It was perfect and the vegetation that was colonising it was vivid. I learned that while we were there there was a BBC film crew filming in the crater.

It had been a fabulous morning. We returned to the hotel for breakfast before minibuses arrived to transport us back to the airport at Surabaya for a flight to Bali and the beginning of phase three of our Indonesian adventure.

Indonesia – The Jungle

Sandra

Sandra

Our first encounter with the jungle came in the afternoon when we visited feeding time at the Orangutan Rehabilitation Centre, a half our walk from Bukit Lawang.  Twice daily food is provided from a feeding platform to supplement the food the orangutans can get for themselves in the jungle.  Having been here in 2010 I was hoping for a real spectacle for the group as I had then. It was not to be.  Only one, Sandra, turned up.  Initially I was disappointed but I soon realised that the lack of animals meant that they were finding sufficient food for themselves and did not need to rely upon handouts.  This is the time of year when most fruits are ripening and there is plenty of food available in the jungle. This occasion merely whetted our appetite for what was to follow during our trek.

The following morning we left Bukit Lawang for our trek through the Gunung Leusar National Park.  Passing through the grounds of the Eco Lodge where Angela and I stayed in 2010, we climbed steadily through a small rubber plantation run by local people rather than a large corporation.  Each tree had a spiralling cut of varied width near the foot of the tree.  A leaf created the spout for the white elastic sap to drain into a half coconut shell reservoir tied below the cut.  It is hard to believe that this method of collection could ever produce enough rubber to satisfy the needs of the world.  Sumatra does have some very large rubber plantations but the method of collection is the same and must be labour intensive in terms of collection, although I have never seen anybody collecting the rubber harvest.

Inquisitive and fearless

Inquisitive and fearless

The boundary between the plantation and the national park could not be more definite.  Suddenly the vegetation is very thick and the foliage is very varied.  The heat became more intense, as did the cacophony from the invisible insects.  It was not long before we saw larger animals, firstly a rustling through the tops of the trees.  A female orangutan hung languidly in a path side tree with a baby clinging to her fur while a troupe of inquisitive monkeys descended from their tree-top playground to watch us from the side of the path.  There was absolutely no fear in them. Soon, at a safer distance, a couple of Thomas Leaf Monkeys came to see who was invading their jungle. The orangutan seemed gentle and relaxed and we were able to get quite close without it or us feeling threatened in any way.

Our slightly agitated lone male

Our slightly agitated lone male

Shortly afterwards we came across a lone male, much larger than the females, and much more able to inflict some damage.  They can be a bit aggressive and this one, having spotted Tango, our cuddly toy orangutan ‘wally award’, became agitated as he believed we had stolen a baby. Surya, one of our guides, took it off Fred and put him in his pack to defuse the situation.  It took our lone male a while to settle down, with much thrashing of branches and angry gestures before calm returned to the jungle.  Orangutans have two dominant emotions, jealousy and revenge.  We did not want to incur either.

The foliage is dense, the paths narrow and progress slow at times

The foliage is dense, the paths narrow and progress slow at times

The trail climbed steeply and descended steeply; there are no gentle slopes in the jungle.  Between the ascents and the descents there were lovely ridge sections, but, because of the density of the trees, there were not far reaching views, just more trees.  The paths are narrow and the further we delved into the jungle they appeared to be less used.  At times, our guides drew their long jungle knives and hacked a way through the foliage for us to follow.  Some of the trees are huge, reaching 150 feet and more into the canopy and beyond.  We could hear birdsong among the insect noise but they were impossible to see amongst the foliage.  Most seem to inhabit the canopy and not venture beneath.  We heard Hornbills and on a couple of occasions caught a glimpse of this huge bird flying above the canopy.

DSC_0268The variety of foliage was diverse with some plants having smooth, shiny leaves, some velvety and others with vicious  spikes which tore at the skin if you brushed past them.  Similarly, some of the stems of young trees were dangerous to touch and care had to be taken when using them to pull you up the steep slopes or to defend against gravity on the descents.  Underfoot it was interesting.  There was an enormous amount of leaf debris and fallen trees to negotiate.  Using a pole, it often sank a foot or more into the soft leaf bedding and the soft soil below.  The steep slopes were often quite treacherously slippery but there was always a helping hand from the crew over the more difficult sections.

The heat was indescribable.  Soon after starting walking the sweat began to poor and after a while my shirt was completely soaked and gaining weight.  Every-so-often I would have to divest myself of my shirt and ring it out, each time extracting a good half pint of sweat.  I can honestly say that I have never sweated so much in my life, but I can also say that the heat and humidity was not as debilitating as I had expected and, certainly, as the the days wore on you became more accustomed to it and also more accepting.

Towards the end of the first day, while on the final steep descent into camp, I went over on my ankle and wrenched the tendons and ligaments. I thought and hoped at first that it was just a temporary setback but as dizziness clouded my brain I knew it was a little more serious.  Wanto and Surya insisted I rest and took my boot and sock off.  Surya took some oil from his pack and thoroughly massaged my ankle.  Eventually I felt able to continue the short distance into camp but the descent was difficult.  I accepted the helping hands that Wanto, Surya and Eyan offered and made it into camp.  If I put my foot down straight I was fine but that was not easy on such a steep, uneven and often slippery surface.  While I was able to continue with the trek I remained cautious and particularly nervous of downhill sections.

The first riverside camp

The first riverside camp

Camp was a series of wooden framed shelters with sheets of polythene tied to them.  There were two sleeping shelters and two cooking shelters beside a small river.  Each sleeping shelter had a line of thin mats for us to lie on.  From the frame above we were able to fix our mosquito nets and there we would sleep, probably not needing any extra warmth from our jungle sleeping bags.  All cooking in the kitchen tents was done on wood fires.  Clearly these chaps knew what they were doing for the food they produced for the twenty one of us and themselves was outstanding. The river was a God send as everybody took advantage of it to cool down after the day’s trek.

Not a foggy day - just a steamed up camera

Not a foggy day – just a steamed up camera

Photography proved to be more complicated than I expected.  Because it was so hot and I was sweating so much, every time I put the camera to my eye my glasses steamed up and I could see nothing; frustrating when trying to multi photograph orangutans.  Humidity inevitably got into the camera, steaming up the lenses and the mirrors, requiring me to take  the lens off and wipe all the pertinent surfaces only for them to immediately steam up again.  One or two clips of video start clear but gradually mist up adding to frustration and atmosphere in equal measure.

That first night in the jungle we ate dinner by the water’s edge, a superb feast, with an orchestra of insects to entertain us throughout.  It was Helen’s 29th birthday and instead of the usual pineapple and watermelon pudding the crew produced a chocolate cake they had carried through the jungle, alight with candles.  Ahmed Tarzan presented it dressed in a leaf skirt and crown with mud smeared on his face and torso.  We sang several versions of “Happy Birthday” before Helen cut and distributed the cake.  The rest of the evening we chatted to the crew, Tarzan providing some entertainment, and relaxed.

If we thought the jungle was noisy in the day time, the level of noise was nothing compared to that at night. There seemed to be a competition amongst all the insect species as to who could make the most noise.  The noise combined with the sticky heat made it very difficult to drop off to sleep but it eventually occurred.  Inevitably during the night I needed to vacate the shelter and find a bush.  As I turned to return to the shelter I almost stepped on a black/grey snake about three feet long and no thicker than my middle finger.  Stepping over it it slithered away into the undergrowth.  It seemed less concerned about me than me of it.  Back in the shelter I had to wait for sleep to over come me, the noise and the heat, rather than forcing it to happen.

The next morning saw us walking up stream for about forty minutes before climbing steeply from the riverbed for and hour or so to a ridge.  the ascent was pretty steep and required many a pull-up from a path side sapling. Once up on the ridge it was much the same as the previous day with occasional encounters with animals and a lot of trees.

Pudding laid out on a bed of leaves with flowers and Sock Monkey

Pudding laid out on a bed of leaves with flowers and Sock Monkey

Lunch proved to be as good as all the other meals despite the manner in which it was served and we ate it.  Each morning the kitchen staff would cook noodles, vegetables, eggs etc. and pack them in banana leaves and then in brown, almost grease proof, paper.  These packages would be carried by the crew and at the appropriate time and place we would sit to be handed our own lunch package, which remarkably, still contained some warmth from the cooking.  Once eaten, all rubbish was collected and there would be no trace of evidence of us having eaten there, except for the few stray noodles or bits of vegetable being carried away by armies of ants.  Pudding was always fresh pineapple and watermelon, beautifully presented on a carpet of palm leaves with flowers to decorate.

Mother and youngster

Mother and youngster

That evening we dropped down to another riverside camp, this time the river being significantly larger and giving greater opportunity for swimming and water play.  Just before we reached camp we came across a Monitor Lizard and another, very sociable orangutan with a youngster.  We found ourselves moving back as the adult and then the youngster joined us at ground level and kept approaching us.  It was not that we feared her but wanted to maintain the statutory distance from them.  Later, when another group arrived at a nearby camp, we saw the mother orangutan walking hand in hand with some of the people.  While it must have been an immensely pleasurable experience and I could not help wishing I could hold an orangutan’s hand, I also felt that these people had broken the rules of the jungle, however willing the orangutan had been for contact.

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As we relaxed and swam in the river there was animal activity all around us. Another monitor lizard came down to the rocks at the water’s edge in search of titbits, its flicking tongue delving into nooks and crannies.  Remarkably he seemed to find quite a feast.

This was followed shortly afterwards with a troupe of monkeys travelling upstream on the other side of the river.  There must have been about fifty of them from dominant males to babies clinging to their mother’s chest.  They were clearly on the lookout for some mischief and with a couple of groups camping nearby there was also clearly fun to be had.

Just checking out camp

Just checking out camp

Soon, there was a rustling in the trees above our camp as another monkey was playing in the branches and watching us. Was this just a lone monkey or a scout for the troupe we had recently seen, or indeed another troupe whose territory covered our side of the river?  We soon found out when a whole swathe of movement rushed through the trees as a similar sized troupe passed over our heads.  Their fun and games was a joy to watch as they chased each other, leaping from tree to tree and achieving impossibly daring treetop crossings, grasping at the flimsiest of twigs to prevent them falling to the ground below. It took several minutes for the spectacle to pass over our heads but we did wonder whether they would return during the night to steal our drying clothing draped around camp.

With all our clothing still hanging around camp but hardly any drier than they were when first hung because of the humidity, we prepared to continue with our trek.  As we delved further into the jungle we saw less and less wildlife – no more orangutans, monkeys or lizards, just a lot of dense foliage and a mass of insect life.

Under attack. Note the piece of carrot being carried at the foot of the picture.

Under attack. Note the piece of carrot being carried at the foot of the picture.

Our main animal interest came from armies of ants carrying off the remains of Magda’s lunch.  The team work was incredible and it did not matter how large the debris was there were always enough ants to manage the task.  We even set them challenges by giving them increasingly large pieces of watermelon.  Nothing was too difficult for them and when a large ant almost an inch long tried to cash in on the food crop it was very severely chastised and chased off.

We also had problems with bees on this part of the journey with a number of girls being stung several times as they disturbed a bee’s nest in a tree they flicked past.  It was my turn to do the same the next day receiving about eight stings to my face and neck.

The terrain was much the same with more steep ascents taking us up to above 800m above see level, long ridges and steep descents.  On this third night we did not have the luxury of a river to cool down in as camp was in a cleft just below the ridge line.  It was such a tight spot that we all had to huddle into one shelter while the crew and the kitchen shared another.

Looking out at the rain from our shelter

Looking out at the rain from our shelter

Very shortly after arriving at camp we experienced our first tropical rain.  The rain hammered on to the polythene shelter and even larger drops from the overhanging trees thudded on to our canopy.  The track outside became a treacherous skid pan of mud and visits to the toilet became hazardous.  Keeping the mud out of the shelter became a challenge. In the distance thunder rumbled and as darkness came we could see flashes of light through the canopy of trees. The enterprising crew erected a hand rail around camp and towards the toilet area as well a cutting lengths of wood to put across the muddy path to try to give us some traction.  The rain continued into the evening but lost a lot of its force as night approached.

By morning the rain had been replaced with sunshine and the path beyond camp was remarkably dry considering.  The dampness really affected the camera and it took a while for that to dry out.

The walk today, instead of taking us further into the jungle it brought us to the edge and another river, which formed the boundary between it and palm oil plantations on the other side.  We managed to reach camp in good time and had plenty of time to play in the river. Our shelters for the night were stilted buildings in a small clearing by the river.  The clearing was only made recently and I imagined that if I came back in a couple of years there would be a proper lodge here with gardens, vegetables growing for the kitchen and a road from the other side of the river.  As it is at the moment the facilities are very basic but it proved a lovely spot to spend our last night of jungle trekking.  The river fulfilled its purpose as a place to swim and play, to wash clothes, bodies and hair, and had there not been some very persistent biting insects just above the surface of the water it would have been perfect.

With some of the crew

With some of the crew

After dinner it was party time; the singing and the games went on for some time. There was a special bond between us and the crew, who very obviously enjoyed what they did, who’s knowledge and understanding of the jungle was better than anyone’s, who felt immense pride in their jungle environment and were determined to protect it and maintain its pristine condition.  We had walked 50 – 60km over the four days we were in the jungle and it had been a privilege to be there to share the experience and to learn from the enthusiasm of our guides.

Travelling in luxury to Tangkahan

Travelling in luxury to Tangkahan

The following morning we crossed the river and walked briefly through the palm oil plantation to a waiting lorry to take us to Tangkahan, a small resort on a river skirting the edge of the jungle.  We were spending a couple of nights here to conclude our Sumatran jungle experience with elephants and river tubing. The hotel was fairly basic but ideally positioned for what we were doing.  The highlight was the restaurant which was built on stilts from the cliff above the river with views straight down into the water from the balustrade.

When we were told that we would not be able to ride the elephants as they were already pre-booked. I was pleased.  Bathing elephants is a much more memorable and personal experience and by not riding them we were saving a considerable amount of money each. It took a while to convince the group but the events which followed needed no further convincing from me.

River play

River play

We followed the elephants, including a baby, down to the river where they first had a play without human interference. The baby was not too keen to enter the water and had to be coaxed to take the plunge.  There was one male elephant and several females.  The male and an affectionate and playful female had a wonderful romp in the water, intertwining trunks, sitting on each other, kicking each other and having a really good time.

A kiss for Honey

A kiss for Honey

Eventually the group was able to mix with the elephants and armed with scrubbing brushes set about giving them a good scrub. By way of thanks the elephants were given the opportunity to wash their human partners.  Taking a trunk full of water they showered their group and also gave some a full facial assault. Then the elephants kissed their human counterparts on the cheek with the end of their trunks.  It was all a bit of a performance but the elephants seemed to enjoy it as much as the humans.

As soon as we had finished with the elephants we took possession of our lorry and bus inner tubes and set off down stream, allowing the speed of flow to carry us peacefully through the landscape.  Occasionally the water became a little lively but these interludes were only short-lived. Whenever there was something of interest we would pull into the bank and explore up a small tributary where we would find a waterfall to walk through.  Remarkably, there was no shock factor with the water temperature; it was always very pleasant. On another occasion we ventured up a small side valley to dip our feet into a hot thermal pool in a cleft in the rocks.  The hot water spilled out into the river, adding to the warmth of the water.  There was a slight smell of sulphur in the area which was a little off-putting.  There was also a rock jutting out into the middle of the river from which we could jump safely off in to deep water.

Tom enjoying the waterfall

Tom enjoying the waterfall

For lunch we went up yet another side tributary to a pool with a forty foot waterfall.  Here we would have lunch but before that there was plenty of time for playing in the pool, lying underneath the waterfall for a pummelling massage.  The crew, all very young men, set out a fantastic spread for lunch and it was all so very well presented.  These young men have been given the green light to provide a service from the tourist authorities.

10 out of 10 for presentation and taste

10 out of 10 for presentation and taste

Not only are they the river guides but they also provide the lunch, the logistical transport support and some of them seemed to be involved with the running of the Green Lodge in Tangkahan, where we were staying.  When our laundry was returned, it was they who returned it. Based on their performance and the attention to detail they had shown us, they will go far. Everything is done with a smile on their faces and they would be an inspiration to any young people looking for direction into adulthood.

After lunch it was another short spell of drifting down stream until we reached our rendezvous with the transport to return us to Green Lodge.  This brought to an end our Sumatran jungle adventure.  The next day we would spend travelling to our next adventure on the island of Java.