People often ask me about the dangers of the rainforest. They expect me to mention tigers, or something really exciting like that. (I’ve never seen one.) I am more likely to mention malaria-carrying mosquitoes, or the spirochete leptospirosis. (Although I must admit hearing a female elephant trumpet her displeasure nearby is definitely a different experience to hearing one in the zoo. And I wasn’t at all surprised to see grown men scatter – fast – at the sound.)
|This has got to be a Malaysian Ent, right?|
A great many Malaysians, though, will mutter about djinns or forest spirits as the thing they fear. In truth, death in the forest is likely to be much more prosaic. And on this trip, I certainly had a narrow escape from serious injury, which might possibly even have been fatal. As it was, I escaped unscathed.
|The road to Borneo Rainforest Lodge|
|A determined tree doesn’t let a rock bother its quest for life.|
Such is life.