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Published: April 12th 2009
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HOW FUCKING CUTE?!?! HELLO ALL.
So, I have decided to keep a "blog" so I can let you all know what I am getting up to and that I am behaving myself.
Since I left Manchester, I flew to Singapore via Dubai airport. Fucking retarded airport. I had to walk about 20 miles to get to an unventilated smoking room, where I think I inhaled more sweat particles than nicotine. Black mark for Dubai. So, with unsatisfied lungs, I flew on to Singapore.
After surviving the flight, pleasantly surprised by the not crashing and dying, I made my way to a hostel suggested by a mate from the project in January.
At this point I went.... er.... shit. What do I do now? Haha, it dawned on me that I had flown to the other side of the world, on my own, to spend several months enduring a constant stream of NEW PEOPLE. And we all know how I feel about new people. So, there was a rather giant initial what HAVE I done?!
Singapore was okay, the highlight being the bar with wheelchairs and drips, which you may have seen the photo of. This place tickled me pink.
I was happy to get out of Singapore though because it was CRAZY expensive. Like, nuts. More expensive than London. And I have now realised my budget is, to say the least, extremely limited. I doubt this trip will be 6 months now, but I will just keep on going until the money runs out, this is the plan.
So I got to Kuching and breathed a massive sigh of relieve. Whilst still a city, it is much smaller and friendlier than Singapore and marginally less sweaty. I met the new group of volunteers, and had an evening of beers and "Where are you froms?". They are nice, but are all at least a decade older than me, so i'm a bit out the loop, but I still have the monkeys who I find make for excellent company. :D
HAH... this is all pretty boring so far isn't it?! Note to self, blogging is for HIGHLIGHTS, not a minute by minute summary. This is not twitter. I don't have twitter and don't really know what it is, but I understand it has something to do with minute by minute.
ANYWAY.... Highlights of this week include:
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On Damai Beach
Frolicking in the sea 3 new Orang Utans! In a week! That's pretty fucking special. It is a very exciting time to be at the center. All confiscations, they are 2 adults, one male, one female, and a toddler boy. The toddler is extremely cute. Nothing should be allowed to be that cute, it should be against some sort of rule. It keeps reaching it's little bab-y arms out and as you know there is no touching so you have to endure it's reproachful look as you ignore it's pleas! Ohhh bab. I'm sure my babs back at home are having no such treatment and are getting smothered with love by the Bear. The Claire bear that is, not the sun bears at the center. Er....
- Seeing the macaques! Amazing. "Angry Matt" as I know him still hates me. Tascha (volunteer coordinator) was taking us through quarantine and he was glaring at me and thrashing his teeth. She thought it was funny that he was actually singling me out, he clearly does remember me! I'll make him love me. Nothing says love me like forcing yourself upon something. Everyone knows that.
- More macaque news, less happy, looks like the project I desperately wanted to do, fund raising and helping to set up a macaque rehabilitation thingy isn't going to happen for a long time, maybe years, so I may never be involved in it. After having my heart set on this for months I found this out whilst walking around the animal trail in the group, not how I would've wished to have been told, to be honest. Not particularly enjoyable..... but...
- One macaque, Boboy, has taken a particular liking to me. Every time I walk past he displays this "liking", by showing me his crowning glory, masturbating furiously, then eating his own cum. NIIIICCCCCEEEE. This happens approximately 25 times a day. That's a monkey with stamina.
- Found out we may be able to go out into the forest with the new bab Orang (as Leo, the head of the programme, doesn't think it would negatively affect it's behaviour.) That would be a-mazing.
- A film crew were here from Australia and interviewed me in all my sweaty glory. The presenter was a bit, shall we say, lacking. She asked another volunteer if the babies were here because of "breeding season", (remember Orangs are almost the same as us) and Sue replied, in a perfectly toned dry english manner with the face to match, "Er... well, hopefully they are breeding ALL the time."
And to finish, here are the Rachel-is-a-clumsy-mess summary of the week. 2 prime examples. Firstly a full pot of varnish was balanced on some planks. In comedy style I stood on the other end, and like a see saw the plank flew up, with the varnish, which soared across the concrete, laying a bit path of varnishy shame. A bit cry of shiiiiteeee was followed by frantically painting from a puddle of part varnish, part mud, on the floor. Secondly, we were sat entering bear data into the computer with the bab-orang in a cage a couple of metres behind us. Janine, a volunteer from NZ, got one of the hamsters-destined-for-snake-food out of the cage and played with it. When she gathered her data, I took the hamster and decided to put it down the back of Maz's t-shirt (Maz is also a volunteer co-ord, keeper, and legend.) It flew straight down the t-shirt, fell on to the floor, and made a bee-line for the Orang. At which point, that very SECOND, Leo, aforementioned programme director, walked in, looked straight at me and said,
"What have you DONE?"
Whoopsy daisy.
So that's my week, give or take a scratch from a monkey and a swim in the sea.
Love to all, I miss you already.
DO MISS ME TOO MUCH.
LOVE xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
LEECH WATCH: 0 (touch wood.)
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Claire
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Babbykins, I know you're in another country but you seem to have forgotten the grammatical rules for 'its' v.s. 'it's', what is that about?! Unless you have adopted malay as your new native language, this is bad craic. Haha. Other than that, good 'blog' (see, this is real blogging, it ain't even a just an online diary!) and HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MASTURBATING MONKEY, GENIUS. I will write you more when I next venture to turn on the family computer - the thought fills me with dread. Long live internet on mobiles! Missing you, keep on truckin! Er, yeah. Love xxxx oh and babs send kisses!