Part 14 (2/2)

'Please, you have enough to do. Actually, this delay is great as I've had an invitation to go out to the wildlife sanctuary with Angie from the museum, and I'd like to do that.'

He gave her a quizzical look. 'You move fast! A stroll in the jungle with the men of the forest ... go for it. I had hoped to take you myself, but I don't want to leave Kuching in case the authorities think of something else they want me to do. You can tell me all about it over dinner tomorrow night.'

Julie was tempted to say she might have other arrangements. She'd been thinking of having dinner with Angie Ping, she seemed such a nice woman, but Julie didn't want to offend David he had arranged the trip and was looking after her. Instead she said, 'Sounds good. I'll be in touch. Now this afternoon I'm off to see the rest of the city. Kuching is really delightful.'

6.

ANGIE WAS DRIVING J JULIE out of Kuching on a good road but within minutes the jungle a.s.serted itself. A deep green presence on the periphery of towns and villages, it was a living wall between those who lived on its edge and those creatures who lived within its heart. out of Kuching on a good road but within minutes the jungle a.s.serted itself. A deep green presence on the periphery of towns and villages, it was a living wall between those who lived on its edge and those creatures who lived within its heart.

'This is so kind of you to take me to see the orangutan sanctuary. I'm really looking forward to it,' said Julie.

'It's my pleasure. I just love going there and seeing my friends,' replied Angie.

'You mean the people working there?'

'Well, yes. But the orangutans are also my friends. Wait until you see them, then you'll know what I mean. Most times several of them show up at feeding time.'

'What kind of animals are out there?' said Julie, pointing into the jungle.

Angie glanced at her quickly before returning her attention to the road ahead. 'Sun bears, monkeys, small nocturnal creatures, the slow loris and birds, not to mention insects, bats and reptiles. But, you know, the numbers are declining because of the loss of trees due mainly to logging, and poachers have always been a problem, too. The illegal trade in wildlife is appalling.'

'That's terrible. Are the sanctuaries helping?' asked Julie.

'Certainly. Some orangutans can't look after themselves in the wild, and some mothers haven't learned how to rear their babies, so many of them rely on the feeding stations in the sanctuaries to survive. These, of course, attract tourists because this is where they can watch the apes up close. But, if it's a good season, the orangutans stay in the jungle to feed and, because they forage over a vast area, visitors to the sanctuary might not see them. It can be a bit of pot luck.'

'And you've been coming out here for a while? You must know the animals pretty well.'

Angie smiled. 'Yes, I have my favourites and I like to think I've established a bond with several of them. I'm looking forward to introducing you.'

Julie nodded.

Upon arrival Julie thought that the sanctuary looked rather touristy with its fancy entrance, administrative buildings, small cafeteria, information centre and souvenir shop. Painted signs and paths led through the grounds from the parking area, but once she lifted her gaze, Julie saw that they were surrounded by a solid wall of forest. She found it was hard to believe that a short distance from her modern world was a world older than humankind.

A small coach had disgorged a tour group. The tourists were now filing after their leader to a fenced area, where there was a wooden platform several metres from the ground, encircling a tree. Ropes and cables looped between the platform and the tree, and as Julie looked around she saw that there was more of the same maze of wires strung between the trees in the deeper parts of the forest. A game-keeper in a smart khaki uniform brought a bucket filled with pieces of jackfruit, pineapple and banana and spread them on the platform. The tourists crowded at the fence, jockeying for good positions, cameras ready.

'Don't worry about this. Come with me,' said Angie, leading Julie past a small building, through a short tunnel and across a bridge. Suddenly they were on a narrow track leading into the thick forest. The trees towered above them, tangled vines seemed to lash the trees together, and the dense canopy above them blocked patches of the sky. They'd stepped into a different world.

All was quiet. It was very humid in here and Julie felt perspiration begin to run down her face and between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, soaking her s.h.i.+rt. The sudden shriek of a bird made her jump. Angie walked slowly, silently pointing out the roots jutting across the path so that Julie wouldn't trip. Julie paused every few steps to look around. The jungle was overwhelming. Then Angie stopped and pointed up. A large bird flew from a tree, the branches of which began to quiver.

'They're coming,' she whispered.

The women stood, peering upwards. The trees shook, a few small branches fell. Then suddenly a dark shape was discernible through the leaves, and Julie was amazed to see an orangutan become visible in the tree above them, swinging from one tree branch to the next, using its feet, arms and tail.

'That's Carla. She's a young female, about three years old,' said Angie softly. 'So her mother should be close by, too. The young stay near their mothers for the first four or five years.'

'There she is,' said Julie feeling excited. She could hardly believe she was seeing these great s.h.a.ggy, ginger primates in the wild. She watched the mother move easily, a bright-eyed baby clinging to her side. The apes stopped and began pulling seeds from the branch above them. Suddenly there was a high-pitched shriek and another, slightly bigger, orangutan came closer, flinging itself from branch to branch. Then it stopped and began to break off leaves.

Julie reached for her camera, zooming in on the orang utans who were now busy eating, preening and ignoring their audience. She had no idea how long the two of them stood and watched. Julie was so fascinated that she stopped taking photos until Angie offered to take one of her with the orangutans in the background. Before she had a chance to do so, the two of them were interrupted by jarringly loud voices as a small group of tourists, red-faced with the heat and exertion, hurried towards them along the track, stopping when they saw Julie and Angie.

Quickly the apes in the trees above them were spotted, and there was much talk, exclamations and activity with video cameras. Julie was annoyed at the intrusive banter and what she considered to be ba.n.a.l remarks.

'We saw them eating at the feeding platform. Much closer than this,' said one man.

'But this is how they do it in the wild,' replied a woman.

'Get the baby to turn around so we can see its face. Do something, George.'

George clicked his tongue, hissed and made kissing noises before clapping his hands, with a commanding, 'Hey!'

A j.a.panese tourist, who hadn't taken his eye away from his camera screen, spoke rapidly to his wife and it was apparent he didn't approve of George's antics either. Nor, apparently, did the orangutans, and they rapidly swung away from sight.

George looked around and addressed the tour guide. 'Is that it? They coming back or what? Where are the rest of them? We were told there must be thirty or forty in here.'

'If the trees are in fruit, they'll be high up, looking for it. Look, there's a macaque,' said the guide, relieved to be able to point out the quick, pretty-faced grey monkey.

The tour group stood around, mopping dripping brows, then, as several people began to head back along the path towards the headquarters, a new female appeared. Like a trapeze artist she swiftly launched herself from highwire to tree branch, as if deliberately showing off. The tourists were delighted.

'That's Amber,' said the guide.

Angie, looking elsewhere, nudged Julie and then said something in Malay to the tour guide.

There was new movement in the treetops. Amber gave a shriek, and, swinging into a tree opposite the group, gave them all an excellent view.

'Ritchie is coming,' said Angie.

'Who's that? One of the males?' said Julie in a low voice.

'He's the oldest dominant male,' said Angie. 'He's chasing Amber to try and mate with her. But I don't think she's interested.'

The group had fallen silent, surprised by the apparent strength of the approaching male. Then there was a collective gasp as the huge male lazily heaved himself onto a nearby branch and sat, staring at the tourists. Everyone shrank back slightly as the orangutan contemplated them with keen and intelligent eyes.

'Looks like my mother's s.h.a.g carpet,' joked George. 'Or Marge Simpson on a bad hair day.'

Amber was not amused, and she took flight, scurrying along tree branches and then suddenly landing directly above the group.

The tour guide signalled everyone to move back. 'Go slowly, just keep away. Ritchie will be coming after her.'

And sure enough the ma.s.sive male reached for a branch that didn't look capable of carrying his weight, and then lumbered to the ground. He was close to the size of a very large man.

There were squeals and the crowd stumbled over each other as they retreated.

'Don't panic. He's only interested in the female. Remember you are in his territory. This isn't a zoo, it's the jungle,' said the guide.

Angie took Julie's hand and pulled her forward, pointing at a tree stump. 'Sit there. Just be still. He's not interested in us.' Angie stood beside her as Julie sat on the stump, her eyes glued to Ritchie. He was standing, gazing up at the female orangutan who was also sitting still, but looking around, obviously plotting her next move. In an instant, Ritchie moved, so quickly that Julie was amazed and the rest of the tourists hurried even further away.

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