He wore the same bored expression of a catwalk model and under all that fur, you never quite know what an orang utan is thinking.... afterall, it's a jungle out there.
His burnt orange coat, clearly the new black, as he paused, posed, and proferred what resembled a faint smirk, before continuing down the plank.
The "wild man'' of Borneo, a long-haired troll on which my childhood fantasies had been based - like a character in a Grimm Brothers book, had been replaced by a laconic larrikin who simply wanted a self snapshot.
"That's Mr G,'' Dion, our tour guide whispered in a delicous Malaysian accent which ambled like a car driving over a rickety wooden bridge.
"Male monkeys,'' she said, pointing at my breasts, "like this about human women.''
Such is the law of the jungle at the Sepilok Orang Utan Rehabilitation Centre, on Malaysian Borneo's east coast.
One of only two places in the world to experience orang utan in the wild, the dense forest is home to other creatures, such as the gloriously green yet venomous viper whose shape almost spells out Selamat Datang or "welcome'' in Malaysian, such is its dexterity.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
"Wild Man" of Borneo
Here's an interesting Destination Malaysia article published in the Bangkok Post that may tickle your fancy about the amazing Orang Utans of Borneo.