drawn close by noise, humidity and orangutans, Tanjung Puting National Park, Kalimantan
Written at Rimba Lodge on Sunday 5th June about that day.
I slept my first full eight hours since arriving in Indonesia last night. But only because I had spongy earplugs, rather than the sound of the jungle filling my ears. Emma summed it up as we sat watching orangutans munching through pile after pile of bananas earlier:
“I was thinking last night on the boat, it’s like the forest is whispering to you. Like it’s vibrating with life”.