The smells in themselves are quite amazing compared to the clean, dry forests of Europe. The air, thick with dampness, smelled of rotting wood, wildlife, and the forcefulness of Nature. Entering the jungle, you'll find yourself sweating shortly, if not for the humidity then for climbing between trees and ferns, trying not to get your feet trapped in the exposed roots, avoiding the ferns with thorns that try to catch you...
Walking in the jungle makes me think of Mowgli and the Book of Jungle that I used to watch when I was a kid, Tarzan and all these stories from Englishmen lost in the jungle... It was a fantasy that I wanted to see for myself while I was there. Of course I didn't come face to face with the White Tiger, King of the Jungle, neither with Kaa (aie confiance...), but the feeling of making your way in ancient trails from Borneo tribes is somehow overwhelming...
|First experience of walking the jungle, in Bukit Nanas park in KL - Malaysia Day 1|
|Bako National Park - at first the trail was all clear, apart from a few macaques here and there...|
|Lintang trail, top of the hill and view of South China sea|
|...to the beach!!!|