Day one walk with Paul and Sami was awesome. I really enjoyed the jungle, the company and the trek. It is the very few jungle trips that you do not really wonder what time it is and where you are at. Also, you are not too worried about your friends because everyone is capable of looking after themselves. I slept through the night like a baby. It’s been quite a while since I got a full nights worth of sleep. The next morning, I am a well-rested (aging 🙂 lion ready to go out to get its next meal.
We knew we were going to exit the jungle at a prominent tourist center in KL (at the fringes of Kuala Lumpur actually). Sami did mentioned a few times that he has not been on the trail for a few years now. So, he is not all that sure if he can remember the ‘ending’ part of the trail.
No point turning back. We have already decided on it. So, we took our time to pack up. A little bit of breakfast and we are on our way.
Frankly…day 2…walking down towards the end was rather depressing. From our one night campsite, the initial 2 hours were good. We got some really good jungle, streams and trees. Saw at least two Ipoh tree (the sap used as one of the few ingredients in making poison for blowpipe darts). The trees are obviously old and the scares can be seen up a few meters on the tree trunk. A result of many years of tapping.
Naturally, we were descending. What was initially a stream got bigger and bigger. And then the landscape started to change. The ground was at most part soggy and flat. A big flood may have come through the area not too long ago. Sand-flies and mossies all over the place.
Naturally, both myself and Paul would try to find out more ‘jungle survival’ tips from Sami. We heard about this tapping bamboo for water method but have never seen one done. So, we manage to get Sami to show it to us. As it turns out, Sami do not really recommend us to drink the water collected this way. Unless the water is boiled thoroughly, Sami warns that it will cause one to have trouble urinating afterwards. Perhaps it is the small tiny hairs that gets into the water and that in turns creates havoc in the our body system. We really don know but in any case, not really keen to find out.
Well, what can I say. Before I even realize it, we were almost out of the jungle. As the jungle trail faints away, we cross a river to a small jungle hut littered with rubbish around. There were signs of motorbike tracks and somehow my heart sank. I had a hunch it was going to be a boring and long walk out. Further down the same motorbike trail…the path opens up to the 12noon sun and naked motorbike path just goes on and on.
Well…the rest of the walk was really a jungle trekker’s nightmare. It was boring, uncomfortable to walk on. There was little chatting on this part of the walk. I think everyone was tired of the trail and the heat was making things worse. Every now and then, we have to make way for convoys of motor cross riders blazing through with deafening bike noises. Aaaargggh….
Was it worth the walk? Despite my grievances on the later part of the walk….I have to say that I totally enjoyed it. Going out with Paul and Sami was a good idea. I needed time to relax, get away from work and just enjoy the jungle with friend. Will I do it again? Yes but probably will turn back and not do the second day of the jungle trek. And If I am ever going to do this again, I don’t think I can wish for a better company than Paul and Sami.