Well, not exactly. The orangutans were down the street. I travelled a long way to see them.
I was booked into the Sepilok Nature Resort in Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia for one night. The plan was to visit the world famous Sepilok Orang Utan Rehabilitation Centre the next day before driving for two hours to the Kinabatangan River and Myne Resort, where I hoped to see more orangs, monkeys, crocs and elephants.
If I’d known the nature resort was going to be so awesome, I would have arranged to stay longer.
Though located on the outskirts of a major city, the resort was tranquil – the thick forest muting all traffic sounds. The chalet in which I was booked was cozy and featured an amazing bathroom.
Look at that cute fish poking its head out of the filthy water. Not so much to look at me, but to encourage me to deposit some of my breakfast its way.
The orang rehab was a typical tourist place. I get it. Admission pays for the important work they do. The best part was at the end, when a ‘horny’ (according to staff) teen boy orang joined us on the walkway in an effort to snag a mate. A human mate.
The staff moved this fellow along before he could grab a tourist, a constant chore, they said.
The tours are offered several times a day, when the orangs are fed. Once rehabed, they’re encouraged to leave the protected area.
I loved my visit to Sabah and plan to go again.