2023-10-11 08:46:19
A langur is sitting on a branch that was empty a few seconds ago, not ten meters away from us, staring at us. His group lurks in the foliage. We turn around and upstream the rangers are busy tying inflated tractor tubes to a rubber raft. No help can be expected from there. It’s no use. We have to put on our swimming trunks under the monkey’s eyes, because the path through the jungle ends at the pebbles of the foaming Landak and continues on the white water. It is a Thomas Langur with a mohawk hairstyle, the black brush stands out martially from the white hairy skull. We loosen the belt, see a leech, the langur raises its head, we lose our balance, row in the air, money belt in hand, cell phone between our teeth, step on a sharp-edged stone and only have one thought: What to save if the guy attacks?
Elves doing rhythmic gymnastics
But the langur turns away in boredom, no monkey can endure such clumsiness, and we hurry to the raft, which the men push into the current with bamboo poles. We hang resignedly in the nets stretched in the bulging tubes and rush through a poisonous-green canyon. The mountain jungle arches above us. All day long we climbed over tree roots that stuck out of the wet ground like whale fins, under leg-thick, endlessly twisted lianas that looked as if an elf had just gracefully hit a ribbon like in rhythmic gymnastics, only to freeze at the same moment , have marveled at mushrooms the size of cartwheels, observed tiny frogs, termites and shy reptiles and listened to the duet song of the black gibbons, which vary their throaty “U” endlessly.
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