SATURDAY 3 MAY
Another late start I’m afraid. It was noon by the time we finished breakfast, after which we
crossed over to the National Park and headed straight for the forest canopy walk. En route, we
came across a French couple who told us to stop talking so that they could listen to the sounds of
the forest! Well, at least they didn’t ask us that we keep quiet so that we don’t disturb the
animals as I’d thought they would!
The canopy walk, that spans a total of 400 metres, was a series of 25 metre high connecting
walkways between the trees. They were safe/touristy versions of Burma bridges. We had to queue for
more than an hour but it was well worth it. It was too busy with the likes of us to see any
animals but the birdseye views of the forest were fantastic! The walkway in itself was quite good
also.
After the canopy walk, and along with London, Stoke-On-Trent and Stockholm, we trekked up to a
viewpoint from where we could sight the highest mountain on peninsular Malaysia. (Whilst trying to
locate the mountain we were debating about the directions so Mustafa got out his compass, designed
to be used to find the direction of qiblah. Seeing all the markings around the circular compass,
London asked whether they were for telling directions at different times of the day! (From
Wandsworth.). )We then went on a long trek through the forest, one of the oldest rainforests in
the world, which eventually brought us back to the park headquarters.
We’d planned on spending the night in a hide but the wait for the canopy walk didn’t leave us
enough time to trek to a meaningful hide.
Didn’t do much in the evening besides playing carom board, eating plenty of rice and omlettes (I
didn’t eat as well in Malaysia as in the other South East Asian countries.), and talking a lot
about football with this Danish couple – Euro 2000, Denmark’s victory in Euro 92, all the Danish
players that ever played in England, John Jensen’s nickname being Fakson, a Danish beer! Mustafa
went to a see a documentary about the National Park. It was crap but the museum next door was
good, apparently.
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