We have decided not to say too much about Borneo. With Japan an’ all that happening it doesn’t feel right to splurge hyperbole (as hyperbole is the antichrist) so we will keep it brief and tease you with a few snappy snaps instead.
Without a shadow of doubt, going to Borneo has been our greatest experience ever. Ever. We knew it would be good, but didn’t expect to leave feeling a little devastated that we may never go back. Conversation then turned to when we’d go back.
We sailed through the jungle on our wooden houseboat by day, dragonflies following us like dolphins. By night, fireflies lit up our path like trees on Christmas Eve. We slept under a canopy of stars and showered with river water. We were fed four times a day and doused in coffee and water.
We saw our first wild orang-utan after 30 minutes into our 4 hour ride up to camp. Our guide, Jenie, said this was an excellent omen. He was not wrong. We saw crocodiles, gibbons, proboscis monkeys, macaques, kingfishers, birds of paradise, hornbills, flying foxes, snakes, ants the size of thumbs, cuckoos, 10 inch butterflies and a wild cat.
Oh, and some orangutans. We were incredibly lucky as we read the guest book and saw some disappointing entries saying they only saw 1 primate in 3 days. We saw over 30 orangutans. Our guide had spent his whole life with the orangutans so his knowledge was encyclopaedic.
Pez and Noony go away 