‘Orangutan!’ my guide excitedly shouts, pointing up a tree, where a shadowy ape looks down on us from up high. The sack full of ants which had fallen down on me from a low hanging branch, when we had glided with our rickety longboat through the flooded forest, was quickly forgotten. Just a minute ago, I had shrieked like a little baby because ants were crawling all over me. Nasty little biting ants. On my head, on my arms, my legs, my shirt, and in my shorts. Ants everywhere, which I was frantically trying to brush of my body and clothes, while simultaneously keeping my balance on the now dangerously wobbly boat. Longboats, I contemplated were not made for lumbering Dutchmen fighting off ants. My guide and the captain of this glorified hollow tree trunk, which
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