Abai Jungle Lodge

Abai Jungle Lodge at mid-afternoon looking out on the Kinabatangan River.

“Ack-ack, ack-ack,” clicked a gecko, adding harmony to the echoing kak-kak of the hornbill, the high whine of Borneo cicadas, the tonk-tonk of the brown barbet. Under my bare feet, the belian hardwood, or ironwood of Borneo, deck boards felt smooth and warm.

The rich scent of rainforest hibiscus flowers and tibouchina shrubs lingered, without a wind to whisk them away.

Heavy clouds promised an afternoon downpour over the yellow water of the Kinabatangan River–I was about as far away from the Saskatchewan prairies as I could be!

Thirty-five hours of airport and flying time had transported me to a world I’d often dreamt about, the land of rainforest jungles.

Malaysian Borneo has the oldest tropical rainforest on the planet, with the Sukau and lower Kinabatangan area of Sabah (second largest state in Malaysia) home to a decade old wildlife preserve. Unlike North America, where access is open to nature refuges, in Malaysia tourism is strictly monitored to ensure there is as little impact on the environment as possible from human visitors. Officials stopped our boat, and our guide had to show his permit before we started our journey down the Kinabatangan, Sabah’s longest river.

Water Village at Sandakan Jetty.

Water Village at Sandakan Jetty.

My rainforest adventure began at the Sandakan jetty, on Jambatan #23, the slatted wooden footbridge that served as a street for the water village. Just like back home, in Regina, shops lined the sides of the nearly three metre wide “street”—that, however, was where the similarity ended!

Drying shirts and pants hung from short clotheslines or over railings on the front deck of homes and businesses, indeed the pubic washroom had a large plastic pail of laundry soaking beside the sink.

Local women strolled past, enveloped head to toe in colourful dresses, hair hidden beneath scarves despite the 32 degree temperatures. Inside, the shops gleamed with dark hardwood floors and walls, while bright curtains covered the windows. Prices were always negotiable!

From Sandakan we had an hour boat ride across the Sulu Sea to the mouth of the Kinabatangan, then on to Abai Jungle Lodge, where I’d be without any contact to the outside world.

Local men from the Orang Sungai tribe waited at the boat landing to greet us—some of the friendliest and most helpful ‘bell boys” I’ve ever met. The rooms in the longhouse were simple, immaculate and with all the modern conveniences we Canadians are used to, including individual bathrooms.

I’d already discovered earlier in my visit that Malaysia is serious about energy conservation. Each hotel room card has an electronic card holder at the door—when the room card is inserted the power comes on.

In an embarrassing moment, I’d had a hotel clerk have to come and show me how it worked! The jungle lodges took this one step further, so in order to have a warm shower an additional switch had to be flicked on to heat the water, rather like a trough heater back on the farm.

Lunch at Abai Jungle Lodge.

Lunch at Abai Jungle Lodge.

My first lunch at Abai featured grouper and white snapper, a local specialty. Along with lots of fresh vegetables and the mainstay of Malaysian meals, white rice, it was delicious! Generally, food was boiled or steamed, with the exception of bananas, which were deep fried in batter and one of my favourite foods throughout the country.

Of course the main reason for a visit to the rainforest was to experience the jungle and learn more about the wildlife. In keeping with the mandate to keep human interaction in the environment to a minimum, I was given two ways to explore—walking the boardwalk through the jungle and taking the guided boat tours.

Abai’s 500 metre long trail into the jungle was an ironwood boardwalk connected to the guestrooms and nearly two metres up off the ground. A stone’s throw from my room, I entered a magical Jurassic-seeming environment, far removed from any experience I’d ever imagined.

Boardwalk into the jungle at Abai Jungle Lodge

Boardwalk into the jungle at Abai Jungle Lodge

Long green vines twisted above and below me, while ferns, their fronds larger than fingers, filled the spaces between the towering trees of the dipterocarp forest. Sabah is one of the richest areas in the world for the dipterocarp species, an amazing variety of around 475 different types of giant trees, growing to heights of between 40 to 70 metres high, with the tallest living specimen nearly 90 metres.

Numerous animals, which I’d only seen before in zoos, if at all, also inhabited the jungle trail at Abai.

Monkeys in the jungle, as photographed from the boat ride on the river.

Monkeys in the jungle, as photographed from the boat ride on the river.

I heard the long, deep call of a male urangutan long before I saw him, perched high in one of the trees. Silvered Langur monkeys added their chatter to the bird songs and insect hums and rustling leaves that were at once everywhere and nowhere in particular. Earlier guests at the Lodge had also seen a clouded leopard and a sun bear from the boardwalk.

Most of my wildlife watching, however, happened on the boat rides up and down the rivers, as our guide sighted creatures in the jungle along the shore.

My first glance of the rare, enormous red-nosed Proboscis Monkeys, found only in Borneo, resulted in a prized photograph to bring home to show friends. At dusk, I watched a female Urang utan and her child build a nest for the night high in the trees, before we headed in for the evening. Sunset turned the skies and water to gold—a complete contrast to the rainbow of prairie sunsets.

After dark there were more adventures! Our boat slid quietly over the water to the Mangrove trees, where fireflies trying to attract a mate blinked off and on like mini Christmas lights. I remembered the amazing insects from my childhood, but sadly, they’ve disappeared from rural Saskatchewan.

At five the next morning, when my guide knocked on my room door as a wake-up call, I wondered if it was possible the rainforest jungle still had mysteries I hadn’t seen. It did.

Linda Aksomitis planting a tree in the rainforest.

Linda Aksomitis planting a tree in the rainforest.

Mist rose off the river, shrouding the jungle, carrying the sound of the boat motor like it was a giant insect in search of prey.

A bright blue Kingfisher bird, as tiny as a hummingbird, flitted in and out of the fog. Bubbles rose up in the middle of the river—the air bubbles of a crocodile, which our boat carefully skimmed around.

Small monkeys, 15 or more of all sizes, the tiniest like kittens, walked along the jungle floor in a line an artist might paint in a children’s counting book. Overhead, a snake hung from the branches of a tree.

Like most visits, it’s always the people along the way that make a trip memorable. Tour guides in Malaysia, I learned, have an intensive training period on its history and wildlife before they earn their licenses—without the “eagle eyes” and enthusiasm of our guide, Eric Roland, the jungle would have kept her mysteries mostly hidden.

In the lodges, the serving boys spent their spare time playing guitar and singing in the public area, making me feel like a welcome guest in their home.

Each day brought me new experiences in the jungle, as I visited two more lodges: Sepilok Jungle Resort, which is beside the Sepilok Orang Utan Sanctuary, and Kinabatangan River Lodge.

Before departing, I planted a Ficus tree in the Rainforest to help compensate for the footprints I’d left behind in one of the world’s most amazing places.

Have Your Own Adventure in the Rainforest

My trip was through S.I. TOURS SDN BHD, www.sitoursborneo.com, and my guide was Eric Roland, wildlife photographer.


This article was first published the Fall 2009 issue of Fine Lifestyles Regina.

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