INDONESIA - JAVA: SURABAYA, PART I (CITY TOUR)

 July 7, 2023

We made our way out of the jungle of Borneo and to the airport in Pangkalan Bun, a small facility with just one runway. I love the blue sign below. At first I thought it was a play room for kids--a nursery--but then I realized from the image that it is a room where mothers can nurse their babies.

We flew on Nam Air, an Indoneisan regional airline based in Jakarta.

Our flight from Sumatra to Surabaya on the island of Java took about an hour and a half. Surabaya's Juanda International Airport is the third busiest airport in Indonesia. In 2019, it had about 24 million passengers. Compare that to the 3rd busiest airport in the United States, Denver, which had 34 million passengers. The numbers are a lot closer than I would have guessed.

I was a little surprised to see Beard Papa's--a Japanese creme puff chain--in the Juanda Airport. Of course, we have them in the US too, usually attached to Asian grocery stores.

INDONESIA - BORNEO: TANJUNG PUTING NATIONAL PARK, DAY 2

 July 6, 2023

We slept well (other than multiple trips to the bathroom due to the amount of water we imbibed in order to stay hydrated), and got up around 5:15. I took a freezing cold shower, only to learn from Bob after HIS shower that there was hot water. Darn! The power stayed on and I was able to blow dry my hair, a big event.

We ate a breakfast of scrambled eggs (Bob) and a cheese omelet (me) with orange juice and the usual pineapple slices and toast with butter and jam. Bob coined the phrase: "Indonesia, where the butter is always soft!"

We were on the klotok by 6:30 and were, as far as we could tell, the first boat moving. We passed dozens of boats like ours with people just getting up or eating breakfast on the deck. The four-beat rhythm of our engine certainly disturbed the peace and would have awoken anyone who was still sleeping.

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No two klotoks are the same. We enjoyed the variety.

                                         

This one reminds me of the finger of God giving life to Adam in the Sistine Chapel.

INDONESIA - BORNEO: TANJUNG PUTING NATIONAL PARK, DAY 1

 July 5, 2023

Our next destination was the island of Borneo, with our chief objective being visiting the Tanjung Puting National Park to see orangutans.

When we disembarked from the plane and saw this sign in the Pangkalan Bun Iskandar Airport, we knew we were in the right place.

I knew almost nothing about Borneo before this trip, and I don't know anyone else who has traveled there, and yet with 288,869 square miles it is the 3rd largest island in the world after Greenland and New Guinea. (Other Indonesian islands in the top 20 are Sumatra at #6, Sulawesi at #11, and Java at #13. I was surprised to see that Iceland is way down at #18!)

See the map below for help with Borneo's location. Thailand and Cambodia are to the northwest and New Guinea and Australia are to the southeast. The long, thin, diagonal island to the left is Sumatra, where we began our journey.

Borneo itself is divided between three countries. The bulk of it (below the red line) belongs to Indonesia and is called Kalamantan, the part to the north of the red line belongs to Malaysia, and the tiny independent nation of Brunei is located on the northern shore about 2/3 of the way up the coastline. The city we flew into, Pangkalan Bun, is circled on the map below.

We were picked up at the airport by a young man named Sam who would be our guide for the next few days. We figured out that he has been a guide since 2014 and is about 28 years old, making him the youngest guide we had on the trip. We got in a taxi, which drove for about 15 minutes to the dock at Kumai Bay. 

We boarded our klotok, a traditional Indonesian wooden boat used for river transport. It has two levels and sits high on the water. The main deck had a table and three chairs, two twin mattresses on the ground (with My Little Pony and Cinderella sheets), the two more chairs at the front near the bow. All of the upper deck other than the bow was covered with a tarp that provided shade and protection from the rain. 

The lower deck had a toilet, the kitchen, and the captain's area. There was a captain, a young man who did any task needed, an elderly woman who was the cook, and our guide to take care of the two of us.

Starting at Kumai (marked with the red pin below), we motored south to the Sekonyer River, which heads east. (It is not shown on this map.) 

The map below, while not accurate in proportion, shows the direction of the Senkonyer River.

Bob was a happy boy.

It was a scorcher of a day, and the air felt heavy with humidity, but the scenery was wonderful and the movement of the boat gave us a breeze. 

The klotok boat was moved by a loud, pulsating engine from which it gets its name ("klot tok tok tok"). The rhythmic pounding is like an earworm, and once we started putting phrases to the beat, we could not stop. There was "TanjungPuting, Tanjung Puting, Tanjung Puting" and "Indonesia, Indonesia, Indonesia" and "I am hungry, I am hungry, I am hungry" and "I like ice cream, I like ice cream, I like ice cream" and "Upsy daisy, upsy daisy, upsy daisy" and "What's your problem, what's your problem, what's your problem" and a hundred others.

We saw quite a few klotoks on the river, each with its own personality. The river is the only way to get anywhere. It would be difficult if not impossible to hack your way through the jungle.

A stone orangutan marks the entrance to the Tanjung Puting National Park, over a million acres of forest set aside by the Dutch colonial government in the 1930s for the protection of orangutans and proboscis monkeys. It was the first site in Indonesian Borneo set aside for the study of wild orangutans. It was named a UNESCO Biosphere Reserve in 1977 and a national park in 1982. It is a popular ecotourism destination, but continues to be threatened by illegal logging and mining activities.

Fat drops of rain started splashing into the river . . .

. . .so Sam and the assistant unrolled the shades on either side of the klotok to keep us dry.. We were visiting during the dry season, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't rain--it just doesn't rain as much.

 A delicate butterfly joined us under our canopy.

About an hour into the journey we had an amazing lunch that included fermented soy marinated in a wonderful spice, tilapia (whole) seasoned with chilis, rolls of fried eggs, steamed mixed veggies, and rice. In my journal I noted that it was perhaps the best meal we had had so far on the trip.

We saw a few Pinocchio-nosed proboscis monkeys hanging out in the trees. I didn't get a very good photo . . . 

. . . but if you are familiar with the American comedian and actor Jimmy Durante, popular in the 1930s through the 1970s and known for what he called his schnozzola (big nose), you have a pretty good idea of what a proboscis monkey looks like.

Sam pointed out a orangutan nest high in a tree.

Then we caught glimpses of orangutans in the tall grasses and dense foliage. Just as when we saw our first Sumatran orangutans, it was a rush to see our first Bornean orangutans. 

They are a critically endangered species, numbering less than 14% of what existed as recently as the mid-20th century

We passed this dock for one of the lodges (not ours) and admired the orangutan welcoming committee:

We docked at the Rimba Lodge, where we had booked a cabin so that Bob would have electricity for his CPAP machine. The alternative was sleeping on mattresses on the upper deck (where there was no electricity, no privacy, and a shared bathroom). 

We had about 1 1/2 hours to kill, so first we took a look at a poisonous green viper curled up in a tree near the office (It was still there the next morning) . . . 

. . . and then we crashed in our room. Sam told us later that it was 98% humidity. Our cabin only had electricity from 6:00 PM to 6:00 AM, so it was crushing heat and humidity in our room. What could we do but go to sleep?

By the way, here is our bathroom--the same all-in-one features we would see on the boats. The trick in showering in one of these is keeping the toilet paper dry.

We met up with Sam and our klotok at about 3:00 and finished our trip to the first of our main destinations on the river: Tanjung Harapan, a park where researchers and rangers feed the local orangutan population once a day. We started our visit in the information center, which was full of facts about orangutans, rehabilitation/conservation efforts, and this area.

On one of the information plaques, I was happy to see proof that the United States has been involved in the conservation efforts here.

After finishing up at the information center, we walked for about 1/2 mile on a very nice trail to the feeding station.

It was still unbearably hot and humid. Sam gave each of us one of these fans that twist up into a nice little packet and can be put in a pocket or bag. Later on during the trip, I bought a couple more at a stall at the airport for about twice the price we paid Sam.

As we drew near to the feeding platform, we stopped to read this placard that asked us to be quiet and respectful, stay with our guide at all times, keep a distance of at least 5 meters from the orangutans, refrain from using flash photography or selfie sticks, keep food and water out of view of the orangutans, and pick up any trash we might see. As far as we could tell, everyone obeyed the rules.

We noticed that unlike our jungle experiences in Sumatra, most of the tourists here were not locals, but rather Europeans, Australians, and a few Americans.

There were a few orangutans hanging around (literally) and waiting for lunch to show up. I loved the mamas with babies clinging to their backs or fronts. The mamas never seemed concerned enough to put an arm around the baby, which had the good sense to hold on tight.

I was blown away by how comfortably these huge animals walked along the smallest of branches, all four feet gripping like hands.

As soon as the bananas were spread out on the deck, the orangutans lumbered out of the bushes and onto the platform in their distinct manner of walking on their front knuckles. Males are distinguished from females by the growths on the side of the face and under the chin. That's a male on the left and a female in the center. That male was definitely large and in charge.

 He reminded me of King Louie in The Jungle Book. 

I took a dozen videos, but here are my two favorites. In this first one, how cute is that baby on its mama's back? And note how carefully she approaches the alpha male, backing carefully away when he turns towards her.

In this one, notice the teenager, in typical teenager fashion, stuffing everything he can into his mouth and grabbing what more he can with his hands before leaving. Hilarious! (Note that I assume it is a "he." We saw a mother orangutan do exactly the same thing later on.)

The diners came and went, some staying for a while on the platform, and others using the "grab and run" technique. There were at least 12 altogether, and possibly as many as 16. I couldn't get over the mamas and babies. We saw littles ones playing with each other, but the smallest never let go of mom.

Because the orangutans are fed only once a day, they aren't habituated to getting all their food from the feeding station. 

We headed back to our klotok, which was docked in a pile of similar boats crammed against the shore. To get to our boat we had to go through at least three other boats, jumping from deck to deck. It's an accident and lawsuit waiting to happen. Oh wait, this is Indonesia. It's like this everywhere.

Back on our own klotok, we were greeted with a plate of hot fried bananas. They were by far the best fried bananas I've ever eaten. They were almost as good as good chocolate.

Motoring along, we stopped next to some trees with a large group of proboscis monkeys trying to settle down for the night, but the kids weren't having it. I counted 12, but I think there were at least 20, including a few long-tailed macaques. (Watch it full screen to get a better view.)

Sometimes we saw the numerous tails hanging straight down before we saw the bodies.

The proboscis monkey faces never ceased to entertain.

Also, check out the proboscis monkey's long feet.

What a beautiful place.

We headed back to the Rimba Lodge for a short rest before dinner.

We were greeted by the camp mascot, but all we really cared about was the tiny AC unit above our beds. The heat had zapped all of our energy, and we pretty much could not move off our beds until 7:00, which is when we headed back to the klotok to eat dinner.

It was another fantastic meal: rice, fried eggplant, potatoes and chicken, cooked greens, fried noodles, and watermelon and cantaloupe. It was an A+ meal.

Back at the Rimba Lodge, we had things other than that green viper to worry about.