Nests of Primates

No-one can prepare for rain forest. Really dense rain forest that is. I’d travelled in several African countries pottering through patches of moist jungle areas, but it was a world away from Borneo. Here I found myself eyeball to nature in its rawest sense, even in my forest lodge, where I encountered a poisonous green snake crossing the path to my hut. I was brought up by my grandparents, Devon country folk who belonged in Victorian times. They told me that snakes can ‘kill you dead’ and that there are poisonous adders on Woodbury Common. This put the fear of God in me, and it never left.

The next morning, I found a snake trying to suffocate a toad on my doorstep. I watched, holding tight to my stomach, telling myself that it couldn’t be poisonous it was a constrictor, as moment by moment it’s grip on it’s dinner got tighter. A friend arrived and following my tense stare, grabbed a stick and thrust it onto the wooden deck startling the snake. The toad gained its freedom in the brief pause and the affronted creature slithered away.

We set off for the day, but it was a while before I could put aside my fear of the return. If there was a snake on my porch then how do I know there are not more in some giant pit underneath the stilted hut? I already searched corners and crevices for bugs whenever I came into the room and obsessively sprayed insecticide to keep lobster -sized ants off the toilet seat. Is there an anti -snake spray?

Our lodge was a ten minute walk from Sepilok Orang-Utan Rehabilitation Centre, so rather than being herded on a tour bus with a tight timetable, we could come and go at leisure. I was thrilled by the close proximity of the feeding platform where bananas and coconut milk were served as a halfway house for Orangs that were being treated and rehabilitated. Opportunist Macaques arrived for a chance handout and shortly there were thrashings and glimpses of ginger hair. But what’s this?  Black blobs are appearing in my eyes. I felt like I was in some sort of roundabout lift crashing to the ground. I slunk from my prized pole position and squeezed through the crowd to reach a bench at the back. Unable to stay upright my head fell between my knees and time stopped. Eventually my body found some equilibrium. I raised my eyes to re-focus just as a tiny monkey peeked at me through the fence, the only primate encounter for me that morning; the Orangs had breakfasted and lumbered back into the forest.

Our up-country journey today was made smooth by the lucky find of Khaled, a taxi driver who had a boat and a boatman. He can also spot an orang-utan or proboscis monkey high in trees a hundred meters away. Khaled agreed to become ours for the length of our stay around the Kinabatangan River and Sepilok. The drive to the caves from the lodge began with promise, but the diverse greenery soon gave way to relentless palm oil plantations. I’ve learnt that the roads had only been constructed to transport the constant harvest of the red brown fruit, so desired as an ingredient on supermarket shelves in the western world. That same fruit is responsible for the destruction of the indigenous habitat of the orang-utans that I’d come to Borneo to see.

Gomantong caves are reputedly one of the highlights of any trip to Sabah and we emerged from our air conditioned taxi into the 100% humidity of the cave complex. Its only concession to tourism is a toilet block, sadly of the squatter type, and an interpretation area with photos of the limestone mounds. We walked a mile through forest that seemed like ten, as every stitch of fabric adhered to every inch of wet body.

I was aware that my own body odour rivalled and added to the array of smells, rather like a well fermented compost bin. As the forest gave way to a clearing in front of the cave we were advised to tuck trousers into socks before we climbed to the entrance. And now I’m here. And my body odour became that of a rose among a pile of rotting Durian. Wait . . . this is no romantic crystal cave, no Hall of the Mountain King. Fingal had well and truly disappeared, and in his place were a trillion cockroaches, some as long as your finger. Walking up a narrow board path that clung to the cave wall, I felt my stomach heave as the stench pervaded my body. It’s everywhere as if I have fallen into a maggoty dustbin.

I fought the urge to run back out but, spotting an older woman ahead of me inappropriately dressed in smart delicate sandals, I resolved that if she could do it so could I. The rickety boards were slimy, but both top and sides of the handrail were covered in a mix of guano and the date sized roaches. I struggled to maintain my balance with nothing to hold. Don’t cry Gilly, don’t make a fool of yourself, there are people further in the caves that are here every day. Khaled reached for my arm to stop me slipping into the mire. Instead of focussing on the five inch long queen roach that’s closer to my left ear than my pounding heart, I start to look around. The view up a hundred metres towards the cave roof was glorious with shafts of light illuminating what looked like a torn string vest with toy Star Wars figures tangled in it. Squinting, I realised that it’s the nest collectors scrambling on ladders made of rattan and rope that I could just about see in the distance.

Reaching the high point of the path I came across some of the workmen taking a break in their rest area. They were friendly and open to chat, seeming as interested in me as I was them.

Iqbal, middle aged and wiry, proudly introduced me to his son Abdul-Wajid. ‘His name mean Servant of the finder, he first term in cave and I last term also.’

The father has been working here since he was Wajid’s age and is now too old for such dangerous work. I resisted asking why he was sending his son to work here but he may have read my thoughts.

‘Is a tradition in our family and the best way to earn money, we are lucky to be small bodies.’ Wajid passed me a small stiff object and with a grin like a low slung crescent moon told me it’s his very first nest,

‘This is it? This is what the fuss is about?’ I find it hard to believe that people actually eat this and the Chinese believe it keeps them young.

I learnt that they will stay for ten weeks, hot bedding – to make sure work carries on for twenty four hours each day, and eating on a few shared pallets amongst the filth and squalor. A season’s salary is a mere £700, a lot of money for them but appalling when you know you can pay around £70 for just one bowl of the coagulated bird saliva, poo and feathers. After an hour in the cave I was lucky enough to be free to leave and couldn’t imagine sleeping there, much less eating anything at all in such a place.

Approaching sunset found us on the Kinabatangan. The river provides a corridor of pristine natural forest and there we were privileged to see a couple of really wild Orangs. These wild ones are a rich mahogany shade and I asked Khaled why.

‘Miss, you may see bright coloured ones in the rescue centre, but their fur becomes orange because the scientists choose their food. Like the people only few can survive, their food is also gone along with the forest’.

We agreed that tourists won’t come without the spectacular wildlife, but I questioned how ethical it is for us to take long haul flights anyway, can it be justified when it increases global warming?

I went to Borneo to see Attenborough’s brilliant floral forests with pristine waterfalls and clear azure skies. I wasn’t disappointed, but the reality was different; smiling orang-utans are there at present but for how long?  In Gomantong the bats and swiftlets do not evacuate delicate guano onto designated mounds; they pelt it everywhere like an army of mechanical muck spreaders. Bats are not cute velvety creatures with gothic webbed wings soaring in synchronised flight for our pleasure like a mass of Red Arrows in an air display; they flit so quickly they are hard to see.



35 thoughts on “Nests of Primates

  1. Gilly this was so wonderful – I was there too. Glad not to have smell-o-vision though! Wonderful photography to illustrate your journey too. Kathy 🙂

  2. Love the description of Borneo and the amazing pic of the snake. Looking forward to lots more posts. Some pics of you too please! 🙂 xx

  3. Great narrative – sounds an amazing adventure!
    Well written too – good character sketches…although, maybe they could have done with a couple more telling-details. What do you think?
    Anyway, I look forward to reading more.
    Carl

    1. Thanks Carl, this was written during my first creative writing module (60 points) with the OU. I really enjoyed writing it and intend to scribble some more travel episodes. Characterisation and imagery are my strengths, structure my biggest weakness. I find the constraints of working full time – albeit with your lovely mum – a huge frustration when it comes to having the energy left to write, but I intend to focus more when I finish my degree in three years time. Congrats to you on your BA, a fab achievement and seems like you’re heading for a first. Good luck with your winter travels and teaching, have you thought of West Africa?
      Gilly

  4. This is an incredible post, Gilly. Got here via your ‘breakfast post’. It was not a live link, though, so I tried copy&pasting and am glad it worked. It was worth it for sure! Thank you for sharing this amazing adventure, and your reflections on it.
     
    Although different in so many ways, I was reminded of a trip to New York City a looooong time ago (before digital cameras were the norm), and taking an unforgettable bus tour which covered so many different aspects of that amazing place, including Harlem. That was where I suddenly felt uncomfortable, questioning the value of seeing others’ poverty and plight as part of a tourist attraction. As I looked out the window, a man on the street showed us the finger, and I thought it was good for him to have the self-respect and dignity to express his dislike of being reduced to a common tourist attraction. There are times when it becomes evident that not all sights and vistas have been created equally.

  5. Kris thank you so much! this was written for an assignment towards my Open university diploma in literature and creative writing. My hope is that by travelling to less wealthy places I maybe helping the economy a little and I always try to avoid international hotel groups and try to buy from women in local markets rather than tourist traps. I hope I have inspired you to write about your New York trip? I would certainly love to read it!

    1. hi Gilly,

      got here again via your weekly photo challenge for ‘journey’. i am so amazed at the types of adventures you dare go on – and live to tell about. haven’t thought about writing about that New York trip, since i have no digital images of that trip. but on the other hand, maybe i should reconsider. will give it some serious thought for future reference. maybe i can scan a photo or two for the blog. anyhow, thanks for the suggestion 🙂
       
      anyhow, i am seriously thankful that you go on such adventures – so that i don’t need to 😀

      1. Kris I wish I was able to go on a lot more adventures than I do! If you ever get the opportunity to then go for it, there’s nothing like it! You wouldn’t need lots of photos and could always put in a couple from the internet. Do it while the memories are fresh, i always try to keep a journal when I travel anywhere and that combined with photos is enough to jog my memory. I really appreciate your visits and comments, and I look forward to your next pix&kardz. Have a great day honey 🙂

  6. What an amazing adventure. I sensed being there thru your writing. I feel I would have the same thoughts and concerns as you, from the snake to the squalor. But a great opportunity, nonetheless, to take it all in, first hand. Thanks for sharing your journey to Borneo with us.

    1. Borneo is an amazing place, wonderful beaches and such friendly people. Any tropical destination will have its bugs and snakes so if I go there, especially rain forest, then I mustn’t complain about it must I? 🙂 🙂 🙂 The birds nest workers though, I really felt for them, there is no way I would want to go in that cave a second time!
      I’m glad you enjoyed it and really value your comments, thanks.

  7. You are very very brave! I don’t think I could have gone to these locations at all. What’s with the nexts again? I too don’t get it.

    As for the snakes, the long cockroaches, the stench, hmmmm. I’ll just live vicariously through your
    R stories and photos! Thank you for taking me there.

  8. Very vivid, Gilly – both the beauty and the discomfort!! It is a real moral dilemma to judge how we, with our Western wealth and privilege, should act toward people who have so little – are we helping or exploiting or condescending?

    (And thank you for linking this from your “25000” post – I probably wouldn’t have found it otherwise.) 🙂

  9. powerful post gilly, all the fear and ethical challenges of the rainforest …so close to us here but we have not been …and i was glad to see where your photo of the people climbing rattan ladders came from 🙂 my husband is an architect involved in the use of timber for construction, and he makes a big point of not using rainforest timber, although our country is being flooded with it!

  10. What a day! What a day! The experience, the distance, the smell, altogether with the expectations and fear of what’s coming, that’s a lot in one day.
    I love when the guides are helpful, knowledgable and approachable. They make you feel loose and un-troubled.
    Great narrating your incredible journey, Gilly. Nice appetizing entrance too. Well done indeed. Very well executed.

  11. Reblogged this on Lucid Gypsy and commented:

    With apologies for the few of you that have read this before, I’m reposting this early blog for ‘Adventure’ this weeks photo challenge. I haven’t tagged it Daily Post because that’s supposed to be new photos, but I may not ever have a bigger adventure!

  12. Scary and wonderful. Not my kind of adventure. You are so courageous and a true explorer. Snakes, and bugs the size of lobsters? I even sensed the smell. Phew. 😦 I used to be a country girl but not anymore. The pictures are great but if there’s more you’ll share, more pictures please? 🙂

  13. Definitely fits the description of adventure, but I’m not quite sure whether you came away from this trip having loved it or loathed it. The bugs, the roaches, the snakes do not encourage me to book any time soon! And the squatter toilets – oh no! I’m not sure why you went to see the nest collectors, but I understand the desire to see the orangutans in the wild.
    Jude xx

  14. What a wonderful piece of writing, and a wonderful experience. You capture so many things: your feelings; the life of the nest-gatherers; the interference of humans (scientists included as they change the colour of orang-utan coats); and the complexity of the experience. Reblog, so newer followers can have the pleasure I’ve just had.

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