On that Monday, we woke up in our beautiful jungle home. Our office would be the trees, and we didn't know it yet, but today we were going to have the best (and most challenging) fun ever. We would do two forest treks, swim in a waterfall, trek along a stony riverbed through moving water, and then float down one of the many tributaries in Betung Kerihun National Park in our life vests. We lived. It was my favourite day of the whole trip, and one of the best days of my life.
Day 4: Exploring Betung Kerihun National Park
Today was our first real day in the jungle. We woke up early at about 5am, to see if we could spot gibbons on a 6am trek.
It was so pleasant here, sleeping by the river in our tents; all the insects and birds calling around us. As expected, the rainforest was cooler in comparison to the heat in the cities, but I'd still sweat within mere minutes of doing anything, even standing still.
Our tents were on concrete slabs that had been built into the campground, which made for some sore sleeping. My bruised bones from the boat ride the day before made it uncomfortable to lie on my back, but lying on my side was impossible: my hip bones pushed into the hard ground and I would immediately turn back over. I made a mental note to try sleeping on top of my sleeping bag tonight, willing to risk being a midnight snack for malaria-infested mosquitoes. Nevertheless, I now understood how the phrase "happy camper" might have come about—for a group of people who woke up at the crack of dawn after just having slept on concrete, we were perfectly content.