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Published: July 15th 2009
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Macaque on the grass
Near the landing point River ride
We are better prepared this time. We have shoes for the walk and thongs for the beaches. We have sunscreen and bug repellent ready. It's an easy boat ride along the river to the national park. We wave as we pass a couple of local motor boats. A fisherman waves back.
There are lots of fishing nets hanging up and cane fish traps in the water. Locals are washing dishes in the river and moving goods to market. Islands loom up from the mist in the distance. After a half-hour on the water we dock at the pier.
On the trails
Dad registers our route plan at the Park Ranger's office. Our target is Telok Pandan Besar. That translates to "big Pandan beach". We start off with an easy walk over the mangroves on a boardwalk. Some hermit crabs scuttle across the mud. Benji points out thousands of mangrove roots poking up through the mud. There is no natural shade here. So, we rest at a hut.
Monkeys in the treetops
Now the climb begins. The path is lined with huge boulders and mossy rocks. The forest is thick here. Vines tangle around
trees. Colourful butterflies glide through the undergrowth. We hear something crashing around in the trees. We scan the jungle for monkeys. Benji sees the first one. Then I spot another one. There is a small group of proboscis monkeys climbing from branch to branch.
Hilltop to beach
The trees thin out on top of the ridge and the sun beats down on us again. The clay path has a thin top layer of sand that makes walking easier. Timber ladders help us to get down the steepest parts. Finally, the trees part and we reach our objective. It is a clifftop overlooking a beautiful ocean beach.
Monkeys thick on the ground
We return along the trails to the ranger's hut. Hermit crabs are struggling along the grassy edges of the track. A group of macaque monkeys walk playfully across the grass. A baby scampers after its mum. One monkey prefers to walk along the trail path - it seems to be heading off on a jungle trek.
Return at low tide
It is low tide. Crabs are on the move. We roll up our pants as the waves splash around us. We wade far
Distant island
Seen from the boat out to meet the boatman for the return trip. We link up with a couple of "hitch-hikers" from England to share the cost. We float idly in the shallows. The engine roars to life and we're off. Our new friends had stayed overnight at the park. They tell us of meeting vipers and grass snakes. Dad had offered us an ice cream prize for spotting a snake, but it was not claimed. Shucks!
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