Well this is a good start. We stand back a couple of steps, since we have zoom lenses but most people only have their phones. Other real-camera wielders are much more pushy and demand to get to the front. Whatever.
One ranger is feeding, and others are dotted around looking out for where the other orangutans might approach from – they might come across the floor we’re told, in which case get ready to skedaddle. But in the end they swing through the trees above and around us before making their way down.
One of the three alpha males turns up. This is Annuar, not the dominant Ritchie. Good lord he’s an impressive beast.
And there are two types of pitcher plant growing around the way.
Egrets doing a runner (flyer?) as we get close by.
The river is lined with mangroves, with impressive root systems. Anthony tells us about the four stages of growth and stuff that occur on this side of the river, after which the soil has proven to be solid enough on which to build buildings for humans.
Out here we’re meant to be looking for Irrawaddy dolphins. The water is brackish, meaning 30% or so saline, which has some effect on both flora and fauna. Apart from the odd jumping fish, we actually see precious little wildlife. There’s a crocodile fairly early on.
Like this one.
India Street is the Indian heritage companion to Chinatown, in the other half of the city centre. There’s a relatively impromptu 3-day festival going on here, hence it’s a fun place to go explore. As it goes nothing really takes our fancy until we walk up a side street and there are booze and durian ice cream sellers.
Actually we get nothing. Popping into a supermarket, we fail to find booze and remain mystified about how to buy it outside of a pub/bar. Is it illegal to sell for consumption at home? Who knows. We could do with a beer though.