We awoke to a world with all detail removed; a dense mist had turned everything into a murky outline at best. Carefully making our way to the boat we were headed upriver by 6am. The jungle was even more striking and mysterious with the mist clinging to the water. The rainforests of Borneo are the oldest in the world, dating back 130 million years, and it was easy to feel as though we had been transported to another time as we hummed up the waters alone, the rays from an early morning sun struggling through twisted branches and layer after layer of fog.
|The Silver Langur mother with her bright orange baby.|
Breakfast provided a short break before it was off on a 3 hour jungle trek. Going deeper into the jungle meant that the mud got deeper, too. With not as much time to get Craig's "MacGyver'd" boots well constructed, it wasn't long before a tear had mud pouring in over his hiking boots. We didn't see much, but we saw more than promised. Arshad sold the hike as being long, hot, muddy and wet, and that we wouldn't see anything except for lots and lots of leeches.
By the time we had reached the turn around point, a lake that sometimes has plentiful bird life, it didn't for us, Craig was soaked with mud from the knee down and had sweat more than he ever had in his life. The hike back was slightly faster as everyone was no doubt dreaming of a cold shower and a nice lunch.
We had another great cruise the following morning before departing to bus back to Sandakan to fly to KK.