Today we said goodbye to mum which was a bit sad... but we are all alright and I'm sure she'll enjoy having a break from family life for a while.
A couple of days ago we went to Bako National Park and only 5 minutes into this little adventure we had our first taste of the wildlife. Approaching our cabin we were shocked to see monkeys, playing on and around our cabin. Dad went to the bathroom so we were left standing 10 metres away from the cabin with our bags watching the Macacks. What started as "Oh look, they're so cute!" Turned into "that one has a juice popper" to "Oh no, someone didn't close there window and the macacks are going crazy with there room and belongings". By this stage we realised that what we were witnessing was a teenage hoon party with a difference; monkeys were climbing trees with juice poppers which they were pouring all over innocent bearded pigs who just wanted some peace, some were jumping wildly and all were going in and out of the window with all matter of objects. This is when dad came out. Thinking he was a big scary macho man against these tiny little monkeys he quickly started hiising and grunting and stomping to sacre them away. Which worked. In a flash 50 monkeys ran out windows and ran away and most backed away from the cabin...except for one.
Dad rolled his eyes and growled at this monkey thinking it would just run away, but it didn't. It growled back. Again Dad growled at the monkey who this time charged at Dad screaming and ready to attack, suffice to say Dad ran for his life into the bathroom still being chased and shut the door. Feebly opening the window he wailed, "Is it still there?" It was pacing outside the door ready to attack. 5 minutes later it walked away and we told Dad he could come out, The second he came out the monkey saw him and ran at him again putting dad right back into the bathroom. Oblivious and impatient Mum grabbed a stick saying I'm sick of waiting her an stomped up to our room let herself safely in and closing the door. She told us to follow but there was no way I was going to be attacked by a monkey. Cian finally coaxed me to follow him so stick in hand we started up the path to our door. It wasn't long before a monkey came at us and tried to bite Cian, I ran away as fast as I could as far as I could. By the time I came back Dad was safe in the room and Me and Maeve and Cian tried again. We were a meter from the door when a monkey growled at us so I just dived into the room with Maeve, Cian following close behind. We were safe. It was funny and scary and a good story. Dad had been booked into the room next to us (the monkey room)where a couple of other people were staying...It was a bomb in there so Dad grabbed his matress and settled with sleeping on the floor in our room.
I hate to continue and bore you because I know this is long but I must mention our other 2 rainforest stories.
After we had settled in our room we decided to go for a quick stroll to a beach which was 800m away. "Don't worry about hiking boots, just bring a towel, we won't need water" said Dad. It only took one wrong turn for us to find ourselves on a walk more like 6km than 800m with a steep rocky mountain climb, a cliff face to go down to reach a mediocre beach which we could only stay 5 minutes at due to the time and a storm on the horizon. My crocs weren't up to the challenge nor was our 200ml of water.No one was happy.
We did end up going to the 800m away beach the next day and it was beautiful, so beautiful that; on our last day we decided to go there again.
This is where the Bear Hunt starts.
on our way to the trail that you took to the beach we spotted a pack of very rare probiscis monkeys that are orange with funny noses. We were only 5 meters away from the and it was incredible, excited by the spotting when they decided to leave the spot we followed them and found ourselves in a mangrovey beach that seemed to connect with our desired location. "We should see if we can go around the point to the beach rather than that hard climb over the mountain". Although only 800metres it was a hard 800metres going over a mountain to get to the beach and the thought of a 200m flat walk around the point was tempting, so we went. The frst challenge was with our monkey friends. Yes, the famous Macacks. Who were blocking our passage along the magrovey beach. We couldn't go around them, nor over them, nor under them so we had o go through them. They groweld at us and tried to hit us and we were all really scared so by the time we had passed them and found ourselves in metre deep sinkung mud I panicked. Again we couldn't go around it or under or over it, so we had to go through it. I was seriously seriously scared. At one point I got stuck and couldn't get out but with a little help unstuck myself. Panicky and unhappy I winged and cried and tried to say we should go back, I was covered in mud and we didn't even know if we would be able to reach the beach. But we kept going, sobbing away we climbed over slippery rocks and I slipped. Now not only covered in mud but also blood for I had scraped my whole leg down a rock covered in oysters. That was the last straw, well it turned out not for Dad told me to stop whining and man up. I did, trying not to cry blood streaming down my leg I clambered over the last rock went through a scary dark tunnel and... WAS ATTACKED BY A BEAR!
No actually we reached the beach and it was nice and we had a nice time and I washed my leg and it was all cool.
So we are now in Borneo, we're staying in a great little hostel with a funny smell and a laidback attitude.
Upstairs is like a maze, narrow hallways twist around with plenty of doors along them. Downstairs is casual with a long room with bamboo floors and low tables surrounded by lots and lots of cushions. We went and saw the Orangutans the other day, they are so beautiful with there elegant swings and clever method of transport. They climb to the very to of tall thin trees and lean there weight into the direction they would like to travel. The tree bends and brings them to the next tree. There was a really really big one who was eating and all the other Orangutans weren't allowed to eat because he was the mucho man and so they just hung on trees waiting for a turn. The babies are so adorable, they are shy and small and clingy. The one i liked the most though was Sujuku...
She was the grandmother, the old wise lady who knew a thing or two about being orangutan. She was a real queen bee.
Then we went to the cultural village, Which was a place full of examples of different huts and tribal lifestyles. After this we were all hot and sweaty and looking for something fun to do, luckily dad had the perfect solution...
Resort 1: The sneaky resort
So around the corner from this cultural village there was this really fancy resort which had a beautiful pool and luxurious toilets and towels and deck chairs and lots of rich white people in bad bikinis. Of course not staying at this hotel we weren't allowed in nor were we allowed to swim in there pool. Of course dad didn't care about these petty rules and told us to walk in like we owned the place and (being a family of actors) we did exceptionally. And we had our swim. And a laugh. And a drink at the underwater bar. And a sunbake. And a strut. And we had a really good time feeling cheeky and relaxed.
Resort 2: The wannabee yoga resort
So this time we were actually staying at the resort. We aren't cheapos all the time. It took a crowded taxi drive and an hour and a half bus trip and another taxi drive to get to but we did and it was beautiful. We stayed in this cute little beach shack overlooking the beach which we swam in frequently and a lovely restaurant which served a mean fried rice. On the first day here we decided to take a stroll along the beach to the town which was about a 3km walk from the resort. After this nice walk we met Shiba. Shiba is Maeves alter ego Yoga Teacher who gave us a fantasticly spiritual yoga lesson at sunset and private lessons at sunrise. She was very good she did all different poses with us and worked on our different strengths and weaknesses. Now we are back in our cosy hostel, I'm "blogging", Maeve and Cian are playing spit, Dad is sleeping and Mum is drinking a beer. Tommorrow the weekend markets are on, me and Maeve have our eyes on a certain traditional collar and all I can say is