We tiptoed into Kumai on Easter Sunday after a 300nm crossing from Belitung and anchored snugly in the river between the barges and tankers. The Kumai skyline looked very industrial with many large, grey buildings. What could they be? Wheat silos, apartment blocks??
|Kumai, viewed from the river|
The air was filled with the tweeting of birds (which we later found out to be recordings to attract the birds to the houses!) and the adhan or call to prayer. This was the backing soundtrack to our time in Kumai.
|Main street in Kumai, with a bird house in the background|
|Beautiful mosques - home of the "call to prayer"|
|Wonder if she did our washing?|
|Everyone loves a 'selfie'|
We joined Heather and Charlie in town for the afternoon then were dropped back to Popeye to get things organized for our three days up the river. Part of the service provided was to have a boat boy sleep on the yacht to ensure she was safe and secure allowing us to fully relax while away.
|Our klotok - home for the next few days|
|Our remarkable cook who produced|
feasts from this primitive kitchen
|Great views as we cruised along|
|Kate of the Jungle|
|Yummy dinner on the klotok|
|Pulling up to a village|
|Black and Red Broadbill|
|Our bed - it was draped in a mosquito net at night|
As kids, we used to love the National Geographic and would pour over the amazing photographs. I clearly remember the photo of the little boy in the bath with the orangutan. And here we were, heading off to Camp Leakey where the photo was taken! Camp Leakey is the research station founded by Dr Birute Galdikas to study orangutans back in the 1970s. She was mentored by Dr Leakey, thus the name, who also mentored Jane Goodall and Dian Fossey. As well as research, they fostered orphaned and rescued orangutans and released them back into the wild. To ensure they had enough to eat, and to take the pressure of the wild ones, they set up feeding stations.
|Heather and Charlie hike with us through the jungle|
Orangutan is from the Indonesian/Malay language. Orang means person and Hutan means forest. People of the Forest - may both they and the forests survive.
|What's that sound behind me?|
|Orangutans enter from all directions|
|Just a rope between us and the feeding platform|
|Anyone seen an orangutan around here??|
|Canoeing on the malarial, crocodile-infested creek|
|an old ranger station|
|Indiana Jones has nothing on us!|
|And no birthday is complete without a cake|
and the correct number of candles.
Happy Birthday, Heather!