I just learned today of all days, that April is C-Section awareness month. Ironically, we scheduled ours for Baby G yesterday. We had originally planned a natural birth purposefully at a place where we felt a C-Section would be a very rare possibility. The Birth Center run entirely by nurses and midwives had a 30% transfer rate and a C-Section rate of somewhere around 10%...much lower than any nearby hospital. But most importantly they supported women in their desires to have a natural and medication free labor and birth and we were looking forward to that experience. Of all the fears and worries I had over the course of this pregnancy (and poor Brian can attest to almost all of them)...the one thing that never crossed my mind was the possibility that our baby wouldn't turn to be head down- as 97% of babies usually do by this time.
We've done all we could to try to get Baby G to turn but our baby seems to have other plans! Some have said that this is our first lesson in parenthood...where the only thing you can plan for for everything to be totally unpredictable. So here we are in the last few weeks of pregnancy having to change everything all around and find a new caregiver at such a late stage in the game. It wasn't what we wanted but we had to make a Plan B: transfer out of the birth center and find a doctor to deliver our baby. It was important to me that I could still have a natural hospital delivery in the off chance that Baby G does decide to make the rotation to head down before the big day so I took a recommendation from a friend at work. We met this new doctor yesterday and loved her. She works at a hospital where babies aren't routinely separated from their mothers -even after a C-Section- which was really important to us. She was also very sensitive to the fact that we had to transfer our care at such the last minute. She seems willing to do whatever she can to make our birth as close to what we had envisioned as possible- even though it will be in an OR instead of the comfy home like setting of the birth center. So we're starting to feel a little better about the situation now and I'm grateful to have had some time in advance to let it all sink in.
So unless Baby G has other plans (which at this point I certainly wouldn't be surprised about!) he or she is scheduled to make a grand entrance on April 28, 2014! As much as I hate to admit it, the planner in me finds it oddly soothing to have a date on the calendar.
It all brings me back to the common cliche: Everything happens for a reason. Maybe this really is just a first glimpse of parenthood for a ---let's be honest- pretty Type A couple? Maybe it's the universe's way of gently guiding us to deliver in a hospital instead of the birth center...? Maybe we'll never know. But one thing I do know is that Brian and I make a great team :) We'll make the best out of whatever situation is handed to us, and there is something overwhelmingly comforting in having each other to lean on...
Friday, April 11, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Even the Doctor Can't Budge this Baby!
So I'm beginning to realize just how stubborn our future offspring is. I guess it's better we know now, right?
It has been 37 days since we learned that Baby G was breech (but who's counting??) and I have literally done everything I could possibly think of to get this baby to turn around...including at least 50 handstands in the pool over the past few days...
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I even tried a very intense 2 hour hypnosis session geared towards turning breech babies on Monday. At the hypnotist's suggestion I continued to listen to the session on repeat throughout the night because she said that my subconscious mind is still active when I'm asleep and the suggestions will continue to affect me even while I'm off in dreamland. Well, so far no luck.
Yesterday as a last resort I had Brian record the book we've been reading to the baby on my iPhone. I figured the baby is probably sick of my voice but might turn towards Brian's? I then played it at what I hoped was an annoyingly low volume really low down on my belly using the make shift "belly buds" my sister Jul made me for Christmas:
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After all this, Baby G is not only still hanging out in the same comfy spot, but even the doctor couldn't budge this little guy (or girl) today during my excruciatingly painful External Cephalic Version (ECV). Basically, the doctor tries to turn the baby with his hands on your belly. Sounds simple right? Despite the warnings from well-meaning friends I thought I could handle it. Boy was I wrong!
I might have been in a better state of mind if the "nurse" didn't infiltrate my IV upon insertion and then proceed to let at least 30cc flow into my forearm. I then had to ask her to change the IV tubing after I had watched in horror as she had taken off the cap and left it open to air and continued placing it on a variety of unsterile surfaces (including my lap, the counter) and then ultimately touched it with her bare hand (that in retrospect I'm not sure I saw her wash). She didn't seem to mind my request and not only fetched new tubing but also a new staff member (thankfully) to come place the IV...I guess at this point I was becoming a high maintenance patient. All went well with "nurse #2" until she removed the cap from the brand new (sterile) IV tubing with her teeth before connecting it to my arm. Seriously?!
During all this I was hooked up to the monitor around my belly to measure the baby's heart rate. Baby G looked good so they called the doctor in to discuss the procedure. Then the entire entourage (me, Brian, our doula Nicole, the doctor, nurse #1, nurse #2, the midwife and the ultrasound tech) walked across the hall to the ultrasound room. Nurse #1 then proceeded to administer what was supposed to be subcutaneous Brethene intramuscularly. I was seriously losing my confidence in this place by this point.
Ultrasound switched on and baby's head right where it is NOT supposed to be...my upper abdomen. The doctor waited for me to be "ready" (although looking back don't think I could have ever been ready for that!) and he began trying to manually turn the baby...I had heard it was painful. I had been advised to get an epidural. I had heard that people walked out of this procedure with bruises all over their body. But for some reason I didn't think it would be nearly as bad as everyone had said. Maybe because I watched this encouraging video on youtube.com which is definitely NOT how mine went down:
My procedure this morning was more like a scene straight out of the Exorcist. I think he got the baby to the sideways (transverse) position and that is when lost it and literally felt like my entire body would split in half and he had to stop. Baby just kept bouncing right back to where he or she had started...
Oh well. Now we have officially tried it all. Baby G is comfy and cozy right where he or she is and doesn't seem to be budging...at least not today anyway.
It has been 37 days since we learned that Baby G was breech (but who's counting??) and I have literally done everything I could possibly think of to get this baby to turn around...including at least 50 handstands in the pool over the past few days...
I even tried a very intense 2 hour hypnosis session geared towards turning breech babies on Monday. At the hypnotist's suggestion I continued to listen to the session on repeat throughout the night because she said that my subconscious mind is still active when I'm asleep and the suggestions will continue to affect me even while I'm off in dreamland. Well, so far no luck.
Yesterday as a last resort I had Brian record the book we've been reading to the baby on my iPhone. I figured the baby is probably sick of my voice but might turn towards Brian's? I then played it at what I hoped was an annoyingly low volume really low down on my belly using the make shift "belly buds" my sister Jul made me for Christmas:
After all this, Baby G is not only still hanging out in the same comfy spot, but even the doctor couldn't budge this little guy (or girl) today during my excruciatingly painful External Cephalic Version (ECV). Basically, the doctor tries to turn the baby with his hands on your belly. Sounds simple right? Despite the warnings from well-meaning friends I thought I could handle it. Boy was I wrong!
I might have been in a better state of mind if the "nurse" didn't infiltrate my IV upon insertion and then proceed to let at least 30cc flow into my forearm. I then had to ask her to change the IV tubing after I had watched in horror as she had taken off the cap and left it open to air and continued placing it on a variety of unsterile surfaces (including my lap, the counter) and then ultimately touched it with her bare hand (that in retrospect I'm not sure I saw her wash). She didn't seem to mind my request and not only fetched new tubing but also a new staff member (thankfully) to come place the IV...I guess at this point I was becoming a high maintenance patient. All went well with "nurse #2" until she removed the cap from the brand new (sterile) IV tubing with her teeth before connecting it to my arm. Seriously?!
During all this I was hooked up to the monitor around my belly to measure the baby's heart rate. Baby G looked good so they called the doctor in to discuss the procedure. Then the entire entourage (me, Brian, our doula Nicole, the doctor, nurse #1, nurse #2, the midwife and the ultrasound tech) walked across the hall to the ultrasound room. Nurse #1 then proceeded to administer what was supposed to be subcutaneous Brethene intramuscularly. I was seriously losing my confidence in this place by this point.
Ultrasound switched on and baby's head right where it is NOT supposed to be...my upper abdomen. The doctor waited for me to be "ready" (although looking back don't think I could have ever been ready for that!) and he began trying to manually turn the baby...I had heard it was painful. I had been advised to get an epidural. I had heard that people walked out of this procedure with bruises all over their body. But for some reason I didn't think it would be nearly as bad as everyone had said. Maybe because I watched this encouraging video on youtube.com which is definitely NOT how mine went down:
My procedure this morning was more like a scene straight out of the Exorcist. I think he got the baby to the sideways (transverse) position and that is when lost it and literally felt like my entire body would split in half and he had to stop. Baby just kept bouncing right back to where he or she had started...
Oh well. Now we have officially tried it all. Baby G is comfy and cozy right where he or she is and doesn't seem to be budging...at least not today anyway.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Spin Right Round Baby Right Round...
I was 32 weeks when we found out Baby G was breech. It came as a shock because the midwives had been saying the baby's head was down all along. Maybe they just didn't want to concern me...maybe they genuinely thought that the baby was head down? Who knows, maybe it was head down and then turned? But now here I was at 32 weeks laying on the ultrasound table in the dimly lit perinatal center with Brian by my side when the ultrasound tech proudly announced "and here is your baby's head" as the probe glided over my upper abdomen. I looked down at my belly and looked at the screen. Back at my belly and back at the screen. I said, "wait, that can't be right, my baby's head is down". "Nope, your baby is breech", she said with authority.
I didn't bother to get many more details than that because really we were there for more serious matters...I had some contractions and was spotting and dilating a little early so they had sent us there to make sure that the placenta and the cord looked good, which fortunately they did. It took a day or so for the breech-ness to really set in.
The midwife suggested "Moxibustion" so I consulted a family friend and acupuncturist for mugwort- a special kind of Chinese herb that has been known to turn breech babies when burned close to your pinky toes or acupuncture point UB67 (just on the edge of the pinky toe nails). She was kind enough to give me a treatment for free...not only that but she gave me acupuncture in the traditional sense with a needle too (ouch! that kinda hurt!). At the end of the session, she gave me the rest of the smokeless "moxa" stick to use at home. At first Brian and I had to do it together because I couldn't quite figure out how to hold the stick so close to my pinky toe (let's be honest it is a challenge to simply get socks on at this point!). But then I found a creative way to do it myself and stimulate both feet at once:
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I did this for 20 minutes at least once a day for 10 days. The baby moved around a lot every time I did it which I took as a good sign. Sometimes I would also listen to a hypnotherapy track on turning breech babies simultaneously. Surely, the combination of efforts would be better than just one method alone?
Despite this, day after day it still seemed that Baby G was not budging from that same comfy spot.
I also tried the infamous "breech tilt":
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The purpose of this exercise I'm told is to get the baby's presenting part (in case of a breech baby- the baby's bottom) to "float" again and then hopefully the baby will decide that there is a better position to be in. This exercise is supposed to be done 3 times per day for 20 minutes each time. They simply tell you to prop yourself up on an ironing board against a stable surface and lay on it upside down. Sounds pretty simple right? Oh so very wrong. They must have forgotten that they are suggesting this to PREGNANT women! The first time I tried it with supervision and still almost killed myself trying to get on the damn thing! And then just when I thought I was on it, I started sliding right down...Brian had to prop some pillows under my head before I was off the board entirely. And even still, once there, all I did was cling on it for dear life to prevent myself from sliding completely off of it. It was impossible to get in this position alone (although I did try it unsuccessfully) and with Brian and I working opposite shifts the past few weeks it was practically impossible to make it work. I added a cold pack on top of the baby's head because supposedly the baby will turn away from the cold...but this child must have Brian's DNA because he or she did not seem to move one inch! But 3 times per day? There is just not enough time in a day...
I'd been seeing a chiropractor for the Webster technique since I was around 23 weeks pregnant and having lots of Braxton Hicks contractions due to tight pelvic ligaments. The Webster technique is an adjustment of the pelvis that opens up the pelvis to promote optimal fetal positioning. I hadn't been religious about going until I realized the baby was breech. Last week, my regular chiropractor wasn't there so I saw his parents and they kindly let me borrow this inversion table to try at home:
It looks scary but actually it is so much safer than the ironing board thing. They helped me set it up appropriate for my height and there is a strap underneath that when tightened will only let you go back so far; in my case 30 degrees. I've had more success with this and have found that I can actually somewhat relax in this position (unlike holding onto the unstable ironing board). At best, I can get in it once a day...but baby still has yet to turn around.
So then I consulted a homeopath for the homeopathic remedy Pulsatilla which is well known in pregnancy for promoting optimal fetal positioning through relaxation and softening of the pelvis and uterus. Homeopathic remedies are medicines prepared by special pharmacies utilizing a careful process of dilution and succussion (vigorous shaking). The more dilute the dose, the more "potent" the remedy. Homeopathy dates back to Hippocrates, but became more popular when a German physician, Samuel Hahnemann, began experimenting on himself and volunteers and started writing some of the first textbooks on the subject. The "essence" of the original substance is all that is left after the dilution and succussion and this energy is what is thought to be responsible for the effects. I had to wait a few days to take it because coffee renders this particular remedy ineffective (and lately I'd been craving it more and more). I just took the 20+ tiny pellets last night...to be continued...
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If baby doesn't turn after all this, I may have to start playing this classic 80s hit on repeat over his or her sweet little head...maybe then Baby G will get the hint!
I didn't bother to get many more details than that because really we were there for more serious matters...I had some contractions and was spotting and dilating a little early so they had sent us there to make sure that the placenta and the cord looked good, which fortunately they did. It took a day or so for the breech-ness to really set in.
The midwife suggested "Moxibustion" so I consulted a family friend and acupuncturist for mugwort- a special kind of Chinese herb that has been known to turn breech babies when burned close to your pinky toes or acupuncture point UB67 (just on the edge of the pinky toe nails). She was kind enough to give me a treatment for free...not only that but she gave me acupuncture in the traditional sense with a needle too (ouch! that kinda hurt!). At the end of the session, she gave me the rest of the smokeless "moxa" stick to use at home. At first Brian and I had to do it together because I couldn't quite figure out how to hold the stick so close to my pinky toe (let's be honest it is a challenge to simply get socks on at this point!). But then I found a creative way to do it myself and stimulate both feet at once:
I did this for 20 minutes at least once a day for 10 days. The baby moved around a lot every time I did it which I took as a good sign. Sometimes I would also listen to a hypnotherapy track on turning breech babies simultaneously. Surely, the combination of efforts would be better than just one method alone?
Despite this, day after day it still seemed that Baby G was not budging from that same comfy spot.
I also tried the infamous "breech tilt":
The purpose of this exercise I'm told is to get the baby's presenting part (in case of a breech baby- the baby's bottom) to "float" again and then hopefully the baby will decide that there is a better position to be in. This exercise is supposed to be done 3 times per day for 20 minutes each time. They simply tell you to prop yourself up on an ironing board against a stable surface and lay on it upside down. Sounds pretty simple right? Oh so very wrong. They must have forgotten that they are suggesting this to PREGNANT women! The first time I tried it with supervision and still almost killed myself trying to get on the damn thing! And then just when I thought I was on it, I started sliding right down...Brian had to prop some pillows under my head before I was off the board entirely. And even still, once there, all I did was cling on it for dear life to prevent myself from sliding completely off of it. It was impossible to get in this position alone (although I did try it unsuccessfully) and with Brian and I working opposite shifts the past few weeks it was practically impossible to make it work. I added a cold pack on top of the baby's head because supposedly the baby will turn away from the cold...but this child must have Brian's DNA because he or she did not seem to move one inch! But 3 times per day? There is just not enough time in a day...
I'd been seeing a chiropractor for the Webster technique since I was around 23 weeks pregnant and having lots of Braxton Hicks contractions due to tight pelvic ligaments. The Webster technique is an adjustment of the pelvis that opens up the pelvis to promote optimal fetal positioning. I hadn't been religious about going until I realized the baby was breech. Last week, my regular chiropractor wasn't there so I saw his parents and they kindly let me borrow this inversion table to try at home:
It looks scary but actually it is so much safer than the ironing board thing. They helped me set it up appropriate for my height and there is a strap underneath that when tightened will only let you go back so far; in my case 30 degrees. I've had more success with this and have found that I can actually somewhat relax in this position (unlike holding onto the unstable ironing board). At best, I can get in it once a day...but baby still has yet to turn around.
So then I consulted a homeopath for the homeopathic remedy Pulsatilla which is well known in pregnancy for promoting optimal fetal positioning through relaxation and softening of the pelvis and uterus. Homeopathic remedies are medicines prepared by special pharmacies utilizing a careful process of dilution and succussion (vigorous shaking). The more dilute the dose, the more "potent" the remedy. Homeopathy dates back to Hippocrates, but became more popular when a German physician, Samuel Hahnemann, began experimenting on himself and volunteers and started writing some of the first textbooks on the subject. The "essence" of the original substance is all that is left after the dilution and succussion and this energy is what is thought to be responsible for the effects. I had to wait a few days to take it because coffee renders this particular remedy ineffective (and lately I'd been craving it more and more). I just took the 20+ tiny pellets last night...to be continued...
If baby doesn't turn after all this, I may have to start playing this classic 80s hit on repeat over his or her sweet little head...maybe then Baby G will get the hint!
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Our Pregnancy with Baby G
In retrospect, my first clue that I could be pregnant was after taking a "staycation" last August when Brian and I decided to go up to Hershey PA to ride the roller-coasters. I had been looking forward to it for weeks- it seemed like I hadn't been on a roller coaster in forever! We waited for hours in line just to get on one roller coaster...our only respite from the unbearable heat was when we would turn a bend in the line (that stretched for what seemed like miles) and be positioned directly in front of the fans they had so generously set up for us. The ride itself lasted no more than 1 minute but its after effects lingered with me all day. I could barely compose myself afterwards...feeling so nauseous and off kilter that even the thought of another ride was out of the question. We spent the rest of the day walking around the crowded park in the height of the summer heat (not riding rides) and trying to find other ways to entertain ourselves...like sending this photo to my mom:
then I just HAD to have a ridiculously messy s'mores as we were leaving...getting sticky marshmallow and chocolate all over myself. It was heaven. I won't willingly share the photographic evidence but I'm sure Brian will upon request. At the end of the day, I guess I just figured I must be getting old if I don't like roller coasters anymore...
And then there was the infamous Trader Joe's Channa Masala:
I had had this delectable frozen meal before and remembered it fondly. However, after Friday August 16, 2013, mark my words: I will never eat it again. After eating dinner with the rest of the nurses at work around 1 AM, I literally felt like I was going to die. My palms were clammy, my whole body felt hot and I felt severe waves of nausea wash over me as I tried desperately to care for my 3 tiny patients. Could I have food poisoning I wondered?? Approximately every 7-13 minutes I found myself running to the bathroom only to stare helplessly into the toilet and wonder why on God's green earth do we have such an AWFUL smelling air freshener in here?? One that I had never even noticed before until tonight! The nurses were starting to notice and ask about my frequent bathroom breaks. Around 6 AM, I surrendered with the sunrise when the giant orange fireball ascended above the Philadelphia skyline in the distance off of our 6th floor neonatal unit. I resorted to asking a coworker to feed one of my patients for me...out of pure fear that I would be the one needing the burp cloth! I felt awful the entire drive home but was motivated by making it to my own bathroom...never in my life did it feel so good to finally puke :(
And then when I woke up later that day there was this:
Brian was ecstatic to hear the news! His sister Kate was visiting with us from California and I wanted to tell her so bad but we decided to wait. We hosted a big family barbecue that weekend and I felt so sneaky drinking white grape juice (diluted with water to exactly match the Moscado everyone else was enjoying) out of a wine glass...
The nausea came and went with that one single incident. I should have felt relieved to be spared this horrific pregnancy rite of passage but instead I found that the lack of symptoms made me constantly wonder if I really was pregnant...? So I measured my basal body temperature for entirely too long (approximately 8 weeks) and every time I saw a dip I wondered if everything was still ok?
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Nevermind the fact that this method is really only intended to be used up to that very first pregnancy test. Or the fact that it is deemed unreliable when you wake up at all different times of day (as I do working night shift)...it still felt good to measure SOMEthing...and let's be honest, pregnancy tests were getting expensive!
Doubt set in with those last two...did you happen to notice that the test line is much darker than the control line? Well this unexpected result prompted a phone call to the FirstResponse customer service hotline. The woman kindly informed me that my hcg levels must be very high because higher hcg levels suck up all the pink dye from the test leaving very little left for the control line...ahh...relief...maybe I really am pregnant after all?
Still to be sure, I should probably get a blood test or better yet, multiple blood tests:
- August 20, 2013: HCG 354, Progesterone 20.8 = pregnant
- August 23, 2013: HCG 1201 = pregnant
- Conclusion = All tests point to pregnant
But I still don't FEEL pregnant yet!
Where was all the morning sickness they promised? The fatigue that made you fall asleep at the wheel? The breast tenderness that was supposedly so exquisite that I could look forward to even showering being painful? All I seemed to have was bloating which as far as I could tell was just a symptom of PMS.
"Am I REALLY pregnant Brian?" I would ask..."Yes babe, there's a baby in there" he would dutifully respond upwards of four times per day.
And then finally, after what seemed like forever (but in actuality it had only been 20 days) September 5 2013 rolled around- Ultrasound day. Just the kind of confirmation a nurse like me needs. Not only was there a so called "baby" in there (although at this stage it kinda looked more like a tiny snowman), but it had a tiny little beating heart already too! That snowy flickering flutter on the grainy ultrasound screen in that dark sterile smelling exam room was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! What an exciting day and such a sigh of relief. Baby G is due April 30, 2014 they informed us :) The tears came as we walked out of the office...I guess I really am pregnant!
So now that I knew there was a heartbeat I wanted to be able to hear it at home. After all I was practically 8 weeks pregnant and these things are supposed to work by around 10-12 weeks. So the online research began...which dopplers worked the earliest? I had them narrowed down and finally decided on this one:
I waited patiently for that doppler to come and was 8 3/7 when it did arrive. I thought for sure I would be able to find that tiny heart, after all I am a trained women's health nurse practitioner! Well guess what, no heartbeat could be found- except of course my own which was practically beating as fast as I would have expected the baby's to be! Day after day I tried. Ok, well I resisted trying EVERY day, maybe it was more like every THIRD day because I didn't want the baby to be exposed to too many unnecessary sound waves. And then finally that oh-so-sweet swooshing sound resonated through the scratchy speaker at 9 weeks and 5 days. Registering right where it should be around 150s-160s range :) Of course Brian wasn't home for the occasion so I had to capture the glorious sound for him to listen to in his hotel room in Denver while traveling with the Eagles..."Hi Baby!!!"
Our next ultrasound was the sequential screen at 12 weeks. Our appointment was scheduled for October 17, 2013 and we planned to share the good news with our family that day- provided that all went well. Baby G was somewhat uncooperative with the ultrasound technician- refusing to turn to the side so she could take some measurements. Brian and I didn't mind the delay and getting some extra time to watch the baby on the screen...it was so crazy to see the little guy (or girl) bouncing around and trying to suck on his (or her) hands...Guess there really IS a baby in there after all?! And it actually kinda looks like a baby now (and less like a snowman). All I could feel was the gel and the pressure of the ultrasound probe but I was completely oblivious to the baby's acrobatics...Here are some of our favorite shots:
Now it was time to tell the parents...Brian's parents took us out to dinner at an Indian restaurant. It took them a minute to get our clues but eventually it sunk in :)
And then we stopped over my parents house after dinner...my mom had wanted to bake a cake for us and my dad and sister insisted she was being ridiculous- just because we were stopping over didn't warrant a cake...it wasn't like it was a special occasion or anything...?
And so then after that my mom did bake the cake. And it was delicious. I think I had 2 pieces, after all I'm eating for 2 aren't I?
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Monday at Myne Resort
Our final rainforest walk was about an hour and a half and was a nice, slow hike where we saw an eagle and more long tail monkeys (and thankfully no leeches).
Breakfast was a wedding gift from Brian's friends Mike Sottile and his girlfriend Dijana Nedelcovych- thanks guys! We had vegetable omelets, bananas tempura, french toast (with the crusts cut off), freshly squeezed mango/orange juice and more snake skin fruit. We looked out onto the (now) familiar rainforest wall at the butterflies and tiny birds flitting about. There was a fine mist over the canopy but nothing but blue skies behind. It was bittersweet as we were saying our goodbyes to Mike, our beloved rainforest guide, and the Australian family we've spent the last few days getting to know. We all exchanged emails and promises to share photos and maybe a visit someday?
We headed back to our room for- you guessed it- showers and re-arranging of our suitcases for the next part of our journey. The guys were there to pick up our stuff at 10 on the dot and we went to the lodge to settle our bill, obtain our Danum Valley blood donation certificates (a token of appreciation from the tiger leeches), and to turn in our review of Mike who we thought the world of...I basically wrote an essay about how wonderful he was. He even - on his own time - hiked back to the spot where we saw the orangutans to look for one of the Australian's camera lens caps. Literally a needle in a haystack...and sure enough, he found it and returned it to him. We simply could not believe it. Not to mention that that place was easily 1.5 hours hike there and back? Talk about dedication...
Anyway, all packed up and ready to go, Mitch informed us that she had good news. Instead of spending 2 nights in our next destination by the river, we could spend one there and one in Sandakan which would allow us to see the Sepilok orangutan rehabilitation center. Our tour company was even able to make the switch without us having to pay anything extra...we decided to go for it. We were glad to have seen some orangutans in the wild, but would be really cool to see even more up close. Cameras ready, we got into the pick up truck (but not before hugs and photos with the reception girls and Mike) and we were off...for a 6 hour ride to Bilit, a small town next to the Kinabatagun River. The bumpy road out of Danum Valley was rather empty except for a giant pig who ran across the road in front of us. We were hoping to see some elephants but maybe it just wasn't our day...
The Borneo Rainforest Lodge kindly packed us a lunch to go...mine a plain cheese sandwich (white bread of course with crusts cut off and a single slice of kraft cheese) and Brian was adventurous with his egg salad sandwich. For a snack we had banana bread and a local orange, which was green in color with a thin peel and very sweet and full of seeds. We watched the landscape change from the bustling, developed and politically charged city of Lahad Datu to the more rural and seemingly impoverished region of Bilit. We passed a little neighborhood known as "Paris" Mitch told us, and shortly thereafter saw some graffiti on the side of a shack which read "I <3 Paris" but Mitch said "there is no Eiffel Tower here". Palm plantation after palm nursery after palm plantation and palm oil trucks in front of and behind us the entire way...we noted that some of the larger palm plantations had elaborate entrances not unlike the vineyards of California. We (wrongly) assumed that Malaysians would make up the majority of the workforce on the plantations but Mitch said that the "Malaysians are picky and the pay on the plantations is not enough for most Malaysians...rather, the workers are mostly immigrants from surrounding areas...Philippines, Indonesia, and China."
We saw lots of school children again in their uniforms, road side markets, houses on stilts (which Mitch explained was 'cultural', kept the houses cooler by allowing better air circulation and also protected from flooding) and "suicide dogs" as Mitch fondly referred to the dogs that would dart into oncoming traffic. The ride seemed to take forever (I only fell asleep for a short time) but finally we arrived to the smiling faces and chilled washcloths at the Myne resort. A kind man named "Tan" with shoulder length dark hair, a rather dingy work shirt and no front teeth (who was trying to hide the cigarette he was smoking) showed us to our room...up up and up at least 5 flights of stairs...we wondered why we were up so high when it didn't appear that they had many guests but we soon realized that it was because of the view of the river from this room...it was pretty nice even though we had to work for it!
We settled into our pleasantly air conditioned cabin (AC-how exciting!) and noted that the walls of our chalet #3 were all wood paneled except for a neutral painted accent wall and the entrance which boasted wood paneled wallpaper which we found rather amusing :) the staff had creatively formed our towels into swans on the bed (which I had to remind Brian of later when he complained of no towels)...we got ready for our first river cruise which Mitch had specially arranged to be private for us.
When we arrived to the boat dock we were greeted by a group of Muslim women all wearing head scarves and carrying tote bags. Mitch spoke to them in Malay and they were excited to learn that I was a nurse in the USA...turns out, they were all nurses who were traveling along the river to deliver medications. They were so excited they asked for a photo with us :)
We climbed aboard a fiberglass boat with Captain Tan and Mitch and set off in pursuit of elephants. Brian and I were so thrilled to be able to just sit back, relax and enjoy the scenery without having to hike or trek or walk :) The river was brown, muddy with logs floating across. Captain Tan expertly weaved in and out to avoid them. I was impressed with how smooth our boat ride was despite all the obstacles. Rainforest landscape seemed to line both sides except for the occasional patches of (as Brian described them) "desolate" palm plantations. The rainforest areas were just teeming with life...butterflies and birds flying all around, the hum and buzz of insects, and the rustling of trees such that you knew there were lots of other animals around even if you couldn't see them...the palm plantations on the other hand were eerily silent and still.
We saw a few other resorts and some single shack like homes by the river. Some had docks with what appeared to be a bath house (do people here just use this river as a showering drain and toilet?) side by side with areas designated to wash dishes. I couldn't bring myself to ask Mitch about it for fear of coming off as sounding righteous and/or judgmental. We saw children playing after school still in their uniforms and Mitch explained that the left side of the river has to cross every morning to get to school on the right side. That complicates things, I thought.
The breeze and wind generated by the boat ride felt so good after so many days in sweltering rainforest. Suddenly we slowed down and took a sharp left turn..."Orangutan!" Mitch yelled and there he was all by himself 30 feet or so up in the treetop...just sitting. I have no idea how she saw him!
We continued along and saw a boat sitting on the left side with it's 2 passengers focused on taking photos- looking just beyond them nestled in the brush were 2 elephants! A mother and baby! They were snacking away on bamboo. Captain Tan eased the boat over to them so we could get a closer look...amazing! Both had curved ivory tusks and their ears would flap as they chewed down their mid afternoon snack.
The baby had thrown leaves and dirt on her back which Mitch said helps keep elephants cool and dry. These Borneo Pgymy elephants are the smallest elephants in the world. The WWF (World Wildlife Fund not to be confused with World Wrestling Federation) has tagged some of the elephants in this region to track their migration and patterns so they can study how to best protect them. Here is a timely and sad story that will melt your heart...
Joe the orphaned pgymy elephant
We watched the elephants for a good hour or so...until they decided to go back into the rainforest. Brian and I thought the nature show was over but really it was just beginning. As we cruised back up river, Mitch spotted a tree of proboscis monkeys. She called this tree "Haram" because there was a dominant male perched on one of the top branches and the rest were females with young babies or juvenile male and female monkeys. These were the strangest looking creatures I had ever seen! They looked like Pinocchio- especially the females. This is the best female shot I got:
The male proboscis monkeys have really long noses and the females have prominent noses but not nearly as long as the males which can grow up to 10 cm. The longer the nose, the more attractive the monkey (apparently). And they also have characteristic large, round bellies. In Indonesia they are nicknamed "Dutchmen" because the Indonesian people thought they looked like the Dutch colonizers who had large noses and bellies to match (disclaimer- No offense to any Dutch people- this is just a fun fact I learned on Wikipedia and not an expression of my personal opinion). The babies clung to their mothers and the smallest were very black and smooth in appearance compared to the lighter color and downy red-orange hair on the older infants. Apparently these monkeys are very protective over their infants and do not allow any other monkeys to hold them- even within the same group. The dominant males remain in "charge" of the families (or "bands" as they are called) for up to 6-7 years and are then usually replaced; when a new male takes over, the babies are often at risk for infanticide :(
Up to 60 individuals can make up a "band" of these monkeys and spread out over these 2 trees it seemed like this group was approaching that number. Our boat was just between the 2 trees and our necks craned up to watch as mother/baby pairs climbed up and others slept or walked from branch to branch picking at leaves. Mitch said these monkeys have very sensitive stomachs and usually prefer a diet of mostly leaves...fruit can cause severe bloating and even death sometimes. They all seemed very laid back and relaxed and didn't seem to mind us being there at all...
We decided to move along and came upon another couple of trees absolutely full of monkeys! This time, the long-tail macaque (pronounced ma-caw), the same monkey we had watched from our balcony in the rainforest. These monkeys seemed more active than the others and the tree was just bustling with activity. Monkeys lined up on a tree branch grooming each other (and yes, eating whatever it is they were finding)...some were playing with each other, some eating, mothers and babies just hanging out together...babies clinging for dear life.
The babies are born black and then at 2-3 months of age develop a coat of fur similar to the adults...(we saw a couple of very new ones). The adults ywere mostly grey in color with a distinctive almost widow's peak appearance on their heads. Captain Tan moved our boat closer and closer until we were practically 2 feet away from the monkey's on the lowest branches.
Brian didn't like being so close and asked if there was any risk of aggression with them and Mitch said as long as we didn't show them our teeth (a sign of attack to them) we should be ok...lips pursed, we watched as they became increasingly more active with us just under them jumping and swinging from tree to tree...we became rather uncomfortable and quietly whispered to Mitch that we wanted to get the hell out of the target zone...visions of thousands of monkeys jumping on our boat suddenly flashed before my eyes and we were getting a little nervous...Captain Tan high tailed us out of there...
Another tree, a little farther downstream had more proboscis monkeys...these guys were much more active than the group we saw earlier and Brian asked why...Mitch said it is a bachelor group...upon closer inspection with the binoculars I could tell that they all had the extremely large noses. They were swinging on vines and moving from one tree to the next. We also felt a bit too close to these guys as well...bring the largest monkey in Southeast Asia, just a couple of them could probably take over our boat! Captain Tan slowly backed up and let us watch from a safer distance. Nearby, Mitch pointed out a rope the was strung from one side of the river to the other...she said that these ropes are strategically placed by the WWF to allow for the orangutans (who cannot swim) to get from one side to the other. A couple of the proboscis guys were eyeing it up...
We could not believe how many animals were here along this river. We really didn't know what to expect of Bilit, but we were completely (and pleasantly) surprised to have seen so much wildlife...we enjoyed the wind as the the boat glided back to our resort and Brian shot some nice landscape photos of the river at dusk.
By the time we got back we were starving but dinner wasn't for another hour. We decided to go have some snacks in our room (up the million stairs to get there) and enjoy the view from our balcony...good thing for our snack bag! When it came time to head for dinner, I stepped out of our doorway first and immediately ran back inside..."what's wrong?" Brian wanted to know..."Bats!" I screamed...they were every swooping under the awning that covered the staircase all the way down down down the however many stairs there were. Ugh, I was so hungry, what were we going to do??? I decided to put on my hat and Brian coaxed me out of the room. After a bit of hysteria (on my part), we nicknamed the walk the "bat walk" and came up with a plan...I kept my head down while Brian said whether we were approaching more steps "step, step" and when I just had to "walk, walk" would gently remind me when it was best to keep my head down, "head down babe" OMG. It was awful and felt like an eternity to get to the bottom!
But we finally arrived at dinner...there were only 2 other guests on the open air terrace and they already had a table set for us with a framed menu on the table. We were hungry but were we this hungry?? Looked like a 5 course meal was about to be served...special thanks to Brian's cousin Bob Schiff who treated us to this as a wedding present. A salad with vinaigrette dressing was served first followed by cream of mushroom soup and then for the entrees...ginger shrimp, curried lamb, bok choy, green beans and mixed vegetables with tofu and jasmine rice...we could barely make a dent! As we were eating, a mother pig and her 8 piglets wandered through the parking lot generating a stir...for dessert we had "cobbler" (very similar to gobler) and fresh fruit.
Full at last, we were ready for bed, but wished we didn't have to do the bat walk again...no choice..."keep your head down babe, walk, walk, step up step up, head down..." We showered off the DEET, turned on the AC, and collapsed into dreamland. Our room tonight was a wedding present from my friend Pam DeMeo...thanks Pam, that was our first hot shower in days!!! :)
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Breakfast was a wedding gift from Brian's friends Mike Sottile and his girlfriend Dijana Nedelcovych- thanks guys! We had vegetable omelets, bananas tempura, french toast (with the crusts cut off), freshly squeezed mango/orange juice and more snake skin fruit. We looked out onto the (now) familiar rainforest wall at the butterflies and tiny birds flitting about. There was a fine mist over the canopy but nothing but blue skies behind. It was bittersweet as we were saying our goodbyes to Mike, our beloved rainforest guide, and the Australian family we've spent the last few days getting to know. We all exchanged emails and promises to share photos and maybe a visit someday?
We headed back to our room for- you guessed it- showers and re-arranging of our suitcases for the next part of our journey. The guys were there to pick up our stuff at 10 on the dot and we went to the lodge to settle our bill, obtain our Danum Valley blood donation certificates (a token of appreciation from the tiger leeches), and to turn in our review of Mike who we thought the world of...I basically wrote an essay about how wonderful he was. He even - on his own time - hiked back to the spot where we saw the orangutans to look for one of the Australian's camera lens caps. Literally a needle in a haystack...and sure enough, he found it and returned it to him. We simply could not believe it. Not to mention that that place was easily 1.5 hours hike there and back? Talk about dedication...
Anyway, all packed up and ready to go, Mitch informed us that she had good news. Instead of spending 2 nights in our next destination by the river, we could spend one there and one in Sandakan which would allow us to see the Sepilok orangutan rehabilitation center. Our tour company was even able to make the switch without us having to pay anything extra...we decided to go for it. We were glad to have seen some orangutans in the wild, but would be really cool to see even more up close. Cameras ready, we got into the pick up truck (but not before hugs and photos with the reception girls and Mike) and we were off...for a 6 hour ride to Bilit, a small town next to the Kinabatagun River. The bumpy road out of Danum Valley was rather empty except for a giant pig who ran across the road in front of us. We were hoping to see some elephants but maybe it just wasn't our day...
The Borneo Rainforest Lodge kindly packed us a lunch to go...mine a plain cheese sandwich (white bread of course with crusts cut off and a single slice of kraft cheese) and Brian was adventurous with his egg salad sandwich. For a snack we had banana bread and a local orange, which was green in color with a thin peel and very sweet and full of seeds. We watched the landscape change from the bustling, developed and politically charged city of Lahad Datu to the more rural and seemingly impoverished region of Bilit. We passed a little neighborhood known as "Paris" Mitch told us, and shortly thereafter saw some graffiti on the side of a shack which read "I <3 Paris" but Mitch said "there is no Eiffel Tower here". Palm plantation after palm nursery after palm plantation and palm oil trucks in front of and behind us the entire way...we noted that some of the larger palm plantations had elaborate entrances not unlike the vineyards of California. We (wrongly) assumed that Malaysians would make up the majority of the workforce on the plantations but Mitch said that the "Malaysians are picky and the pay on the plantations is not enough for most Malaysians...rather, the workers are mostly immigrants from surrounding areas...Philippines, Indonesia, and China."
We saw lots of school children again in their uniforms, road side markets, houses on stilts (which Mitch explained was 'cultural', kept the houses cooler by allowing better air circulation and also protected from flooding) and "suicide dogs" as Mitch fondly referred to the dogs that would dart into oncoming traffic. The ride seemed to take forever (I only fell asleep for a short time) but finally we arrived to the smiling faces and chilled washcloths at the Myne resort. A kind man named "Tan" with shoulder length dark hair, a rather dingy work shirt and no front teeth (who was trying to hide the cigarette he was smoking) showed us to our room...up up and up at least 5 flights of stairs...we wondered why we were up so high when it didn't appear that they had many guests but we soon realized that it was because of the view of the river from this room...it was pretty nice even though we had to work for it!
We settled into our pleasantly air conditioned cabin (AC-how exciting!) and noted that the walls of our chalet #3 were all wood paneled except for a neutral painted accent wall and the entrance which boasted wood paneled wallpaper which we found rather amusing :) the staff had creatively formed our towels into swans on the bed (which I had to remind Brian of later when he complained of no towels)...we got ready for our first river cruise which Mitch had specially arranged to be private for us.
When we arrived to the boat dock we were greeted by a group of Muslim women all wearing head scarves and carrying tote bags. Mitch spoke to them in Malay and they were excited to learn that I was a nurse in the USA...turns out, they were all nurses who were traveling along the river to deliver medications. They were so excited they asked for a photo with us :)
We climbed aboard a fiberglass boat with Captain Tan and Mitch and set off in pursuit of elephants. Brian and I were so thrilled to be able to just sit back, relax and enjoy the scenery without having to hike or trek or walk :) The river was brown, muddy with logs floating across. Captain Tan expertly weaved in and out to avoid them. I was impressed with how smooth our boat ride was despite all the obstacles. Rainforest landscape seemed to line both sides except for the occasional patches of (as Brian described them) "desolate" palm plantations. The rainforest areas were just teeming with life...butterflies and birds flying all around, the hum and buzz of insects, and the rustling of trees such that you knew there were lots of other animals around even if you couldn't see them...the palm plantations on the other hand were eerily silent and still.
We saw a few other resorts and some single shack like homes by the river. Some had docks with what appeared to be a bath house (do people here just use this river as a showering drain and toilet?) side by side with areas designated to wash dishes. I couldn't bring myself to ask Mitch about it for fear of coming off as sounding righteous and/or judgmental. We saw children playing after school still in their uniforms and Mitch explained that the left side of the river has to cross every morning to get to school on the right side. That complicates things, I thought.
The breeze and wind generated by the boat ride felt so good after so many days in sweltering rainforest. Suddenly we slowed down and took a sharp left turn..."Orangutan!" Mitch yelled and there he was all by himself 30 feet or so up in the treetop...just sitting. I have no idea how she saw him!
We continued along and saw a boat sitting on the left side with it's 2 passengers focused on taking photos- looking just beyond them nestled in the brush were 2 elephants! A mother and baby! They were snacking away on bamboo. Captain Tan eased the boat over to them so we could get a closer look...amazing! Both had curved ivory tusks and their ears would flap as they chewed down their mid afternoon snack.
The baby had thrown leaves and dirt on her back which Mitch said helps keep elephants cool and dry. These Borneo Pgymy elephants are the smallest elephants in the world. The WWF (World Wildlife Fund not to be confused with World Wrestling Federation) has tagged some of the elephants in this region to track their migration and patterns so they can study how to best protect them. Here is a timely and sad story that will melt your heart...
Joe the orphaned pgymy elephant
We watched the elephants for a good hour or so...until they decided to go back into the rainforest. Brian and I thought the nature show was over but really it was just beginning. As we cruised back up river, Mitch spotted a tree of proboscis monkeys. She called this tree "Haram" because there was a dominant male perched on one of the top branches and the rest were females with young babies or juvenile male and female monkeys. These were the strangest looking creatures I had ever seen! They looked like Pinocchio- especially the females. This is the best female shot I got:
The male proboscis monkeys have really long noses and the females have prominent noses but not nearly as long as the males which can grow up to 10 cm. The longer the nose, the more attractive the monkey (apparently). And they also have characteristic large, round bellies. In Indonesia they are nicknamed "Dutchmen" because the Indonesian people thought they looked like the Dutch colonizers who had large noses and bellies to match (disclaimer- No offense to any Dutch people- this is just a fun fact I learned on Wikipedia and not an expression of my personal opinion). The babies clung to their mothers and the smallest were very black and smooth in appearance compared to the lighter color and downy red-orange hair on the older infants. Apparently these monkeys are very protective over their infants and do not allow any other monkeys to hold them- even within the same group. The dominant males remain in "charge" of the families (or "bands" as they are called) for up to 6-7 years and are then usually replaced; when a new male takes over, the babies are often at risk for infanticide :(
Up to 60 individuals can make up a "band" of these monkeys and spread out over these 2 trees it seemed like this group was approaching that number. Our boat was just between the 2 trees and our necks craned up to watch as mother/baby pairs climbed up and others slept or walked from branch to branch picking at leaves. Mitch said these monkeys have very sensitive stomachs and usually prefer a diet of mostly leaves...fruit can cause severe bloating and even death sometimes. They all seemed very laid back and relaxed and didn't seem to mind us being there at all...
We decided to move along and came upon another couple of trees absolutely full of monkeys! This time, the long-tail macaque (pronounced ma-caw), the same monkey we had watched from our balcony in the rainforest. These monkeys seemed more active than the others and the tree was just bustling with activity. Monkeys lined up on a tree branch grooming each other (and yes, eating whatever it is they were finding)...some were playing with each other, some eating, mothers and babies just hanging out together...babies clinging for dear life.
The babies are born black and then at 2-3 months of age develop a coat of fur similar to the adults...(we saw a couple of very new ones). The adults ywere mostly grey in color with a distinctive almost widow's peak appearance on their heads. Captain Tan moved our boat closer and closer until we were practically 2 feet away from the monkey's on the lowest branches.
Brian didn't like being so close and asked if there was any risk of aggression with them and Mitch said as long as we didn't show them our teeth (a sign of attack to them) we should be ok...lips pursed, we watched as they became increasingly more active with us just under them jumping and swinging from tree to tree...we became rather uncomfortable and quietly whispered to Mitch that we wanted to get the hell out of the target zone...visions of thousands of monkeys jumping on our boat suddenly flashed before my eyes and we were getting a little nervous...Captain Tan high tailed us out of there...
Another tree, a little farther downstream had more proboscis monkeys...these guys were much more active than the group we saw earlier and Brian asked why...Mitch said it is a bachelor group...upon closer inspection with the binoculars I could tell that they all had the extremely large noses. They were swinging on vines and moving from one tree to the next. We also felt a bit too close to these guys as well...bring the largest monkey in Southeast Asia, just a couple of them could probably take over our boat! Captain Tan slowly backed up and let us watch from a safer distance. Nearby, Mitch pointed out a rope the was strung from one side of the river to the other...she said that these ropes are strategically placed by the WWF to allow for the orangutans (who cannot swim) to get from one side to the other. A couple of the proboscis guys were eyeing it up...
We could not believe how many animals were here along this river. We really didn't know what to expect of Bilit, but we were completely (and pleasantly) surprised to have seen so much wildlife...we enjoyed the wind as the the boat glided back to our resort and Brian shot some nice landscape photos of the river at dusk.
By the time we got back we were starving but dinner wasn't for another hour. We decided to go have some snacks in our room (up the million stairs to get there) and enjoy the view from our balcony...good thing for our snack bag! When it came time to head for dinner, I stepped out of our doorway first and immediately ran back inside..."what's wrong?" Brian wanted to know..."Bats!" I screamed...they were every swooping under the awning that covered the staircase all the way down down down the however many stairs there were. Ugh, I was so hungry, what were we going to do??? I decided to put on my hat and Brian coaxed me out of the room. After a bit of hysteria (on my part), we nicknamed the walk the "bat walk" and came up with a plan...I kept my head down while Brian said whether we were approaching more steps "step, step" and when I just had to "walk, walk" would gently remind me when it was best to keep my head down, "head down babe" OMG. It was awful and felt like an eternity to get to the bottom!
But we finally arrived at dinner...there were only 2 other guests on the open air terrace and they already had a table set for us with a framed menu on the table. We were hungry but were we this hungry?? Looked like a 5 course meal was about to be served...special thanks to Brian's cousin Bob Schiff who treated us to this as a wedding present. A salad with vinaigrette dressing was served first followed by cream of mushroom soup and then for the entrees...ginger shrimp, curried lamb, bok choy, green beans and mixed vegetables with tofu and jasmine rice...we could barely make a dent! As we were eating, a mother pig and her 8 piglets wandered through the parking lot generating a stir...for dessert we had "cobbler" (very similar to gobler) and fresh fruit.
Full at last, we were ready for bed, but wished we didn't have to do the bat walk again...no choice..."keep your head down babe, walk, walk, step up step up, head down..." We showered off the DEET, turned on the AC, and collapsed into dreamland. Our room tonight was a wedding present from my friend Pam DeMeo...thanks Pam, that was our first hot shower in days!!! :)
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Location:Bilit, Malaysia
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Canopy walk, monkeys and leeches- oh my!
Today was an early day...we were heading to the infamous canopy walkway. We set out at 6:30 AM and after a good 30 minutes of hiking with Mitch, Mike, a Tasmanian family of 4 and a couple from San Diego, we arrived at the walkway...it is a series of 5 bridges linked from one tree to another 27 meters off the rainforest floor (it was pretty high). Just at the beginning of the canopy walk, Mitch pointed out the "shy plant" aka "mimosa"...a tiny fern that when touched completely closes all its' leaves...very cool. I have a video to share later.
The morning mist was just starting to disperse when we set foot onto the wooden walkway. Slats of wood (reinforced with thin wire to help prevent slippage) went lengthwise down each section of bridge and then every so often a support slat would run opposite. The bridge seemed spring loaded as a person ahead of you stepped, the walkway would bounce a bit (sometimes a lot!)...I was glad that the railings (composed of an orange, rusting metal) were higher than my hips because sometimes it would feel like the next big step would throw you right up and off of it entirely! Green chain link fencing made up the side "rails" and stiff wire composed the suspension.
The view from up here was spectacular...nothing but forest every which way. We heard the call of a hornbill and watched as it flew from one tree to another (Brian snapped some good action shots) and then as a second (we were told the second one was female- based on her "call") flew over to join him. Their beaks were so strange...when I looked close with the binoculars it looked almost like a double image- the top part seemed like it had an extra piece, somewhat resembling that of a toucan. But Mitch explained that they have very tough beaks that help them to tear open fruit which is their main source of sustenance.
It is so hot and humid up here! I can barely stand it anymore and if you know me, you know I normally love this kind of weather...but I suppose when there's no pool in sight, no bartenders bringing you drinks with little umbrellas in them and when you're forced not only to wear closed toe shoes (ugh) and socks (double ugh) but also leech socks (yuck!) it is not as appealing...
We took our time walking across the canopy and stopping briefly at each little "tree house" along the way. The first stop had an extremely large bee hive wrapped around the tree about 20 feet up from where we were. At first I couldn't really tell what they were talking about because the sky was so bright and I didn't see anything at all. But then Matt (guy from San Diego) zoomed in and took a photo and showed me that the hive was completely covered in buzzing bees. Wow. We all treaded lightly and spoke softly around there so as not to disturb them. The next tree house was bi-level and had a wooden staircase going around the side of the tree to connect to the next bridge...Mitch shared with us that up to a few years ago, you had to actually climb this tree to get to the next bridge! She said there used to be a net (to catch you if you fell I guess) and that the guide would go first and help the next person up using some kind of rope and pulley thing! Glad we waited for the construction of this lovely double decker tree house before we came...otherwise I might have only seen the first 2 bridges ;)
We didn't see much wildlife from up here...I guess we were too high and the lush trees were simply too dense, but the views were impressive and Brian managed to snap a few of his signature wide angle photos along the way. I was kind of wishing I didn't wear these stupid leech socks as they were curling up my toes and kinda hurting and I hadn't yet seen one leech today...oh well. Our walk took about 2 hours total and then we headed back to the lodge for a nice, satisfying breakfast.
Today's activity was river tubing and I felt bad but had no interest in submerging myself in that muddy river! Brian really wanted to go so I encouraged him to go along without me. After breakfast we headed back to our room so he could change and grab the under water camera. As he was ready to go out the door I asked "did you remember your sunblock" (he hadn't), "how about your mosquito repellent" (no, again)...I ran back in to grab both for him and help him put it all on...he was impatient with how slow I was spraying him with DEET and stomped his foot on the deck and whined, "baaabe, I gotta go all my friends are waiting for me!!!" I just love him, He is so freakin cute sometimes :)
I took a shower, dressed in some casual non-trekking clothes and flip flops (heaven) and sat in my favorite blog spot at the lodge. The low picnic like table had 3 extra large european style pillows on each side and I lined them up and laid right across them.....now this feels like a vacation. I didn't get much blogging done though because I fell right to sleep and was woken up to Brian standing over me...having just walked all the way back to our room and then discovering I wasn't there to let him in. Tubing was really nice and refreshing, he said, aside from a few rocks along the way...he showed me some photos of him wearing a helmet with the Australian family. He was particularly anxious to show me his "new friend Lewey" on the under water camera and up popped a picture of a brilliant green iridescent iguana that he found wandering along a railing where our laundry was (still) drying from yesterday. We hurried back to the room to see if he was still there but he wasn't...(From now on, every time we come back to the room Brian will look for him- of course always referring to him by name and correcting my spelling of his name when it came time to blog about him).
He took a shower and came out and said "did we eat lunch yet?". LOL! We really had done so much today already. It felt like one of those days (usually Monday) that just seems to drag on for so long that by the time evening rolls around you find yourself wondering if it was Tuesday? Time check: 11:14 AM; no we had not yet eaten lunch, I informed him :)
Exactly 46 minutes later when the kitchen opened, we were sitting patiently waiting to be served...today's lunch was a shower gift from my Aunt Terry Nagle- thanks Aunt Terry! We had delicious roti bread...stretchy Indian bread similar to naan but thinner that was grilled quickly on each side for us and then a generous portion of the potato curry ladled on top...it was spicy and warm comfort food. A tiny blue bird was darting in and out of the tree in front of us as we ate. She was so fast that every time I tried to point her out to Brian he would miss her! For dessert we had tempura bananas...the bananas here are much smaller and brighter yellow than we get at home. They are also always perfectly ripe...probably because they grow all over the place here. We also tried snake skin fruit, well I tried it- but only after telling Brian exactly where I had packed the benedryl in the event of an unlikely allergic reaction. It's a very strange looking teardrop shape fruit (a little smaller than a pear) that really looks like snake skin! When you peel the thin coating open it looks like a garlic clove in that it has 3 sections...it tasted pretty good (kind of like a pear but sweeter and drier) but was so strange we made a video of me eating one to show you...(unfortunately the internet here is too slow to add photos or video so I will add it in when we get home).
Brian wanted to "relax" again, so I took advantage of this rare opportunity and we each laid on opposite teak couches and snuggled in with pillows to look out on the rainforest. We ordered 2 of those tropical lemongrass pendant leaf drinks that were so cool and refreshing...drinks were on my friend and previous coworker Dr. Rosa Hyatt- thanks Dr. Hyatt! Relaxing didn't last long because Brian spotted what looked like monkeys on a nearby tree so we wandered over to investigate. Sure enough, just as we approached where we saw them, the 3 of them had shimmied down the tree and crossed the path right in front of us! I couldn't help but think of the flying monkeys in the wizard of oz as I watched them cross with their hunched over posture (they didn't have wings or caps on though). We realized that this show was happening in front of us and we didn't even have a camera with us to capture it- figures! The one monkey climbed a vine and swung and teetered on it about 10 feet from me for a few minutes...long enough for me to get a good look at his face (menacing?) his gray hair and his extra long tail...then he expertly jumped up onto a branch above and ran towards the center of the tree. It was then that we realized we were standing in front of our own cabin and could continue watching their antics from the comfort of our balcony...so that is just what we did. The three of them kept us entertained for a good hour or so...at one point I was tired of craning my neck and went back inside...Brian whispered softly "babe hurry up come here, look" and by the time I ran out there he said very candidly with such a straight face that I was too late and "had just missed it"...what did I miss?? "2 orangutans riding rhinos and dueling each other". What am I going to do with you?? To that he said, "you married me, so you're stuck with me"...
And then it was time for our dusk walk...was supposed to be an hour but was more like 3...this Mike is relentless! Brian and I were not prepared for a 3 hour tour that after a short rainfall was FULL of leeches. We all had dim flashlights with us but at first it wasn't dark enough to need them although after hiking for only a short while, I discovered that they were useful in helping to see if leeches were on me, and yes in fact they were...gross!! Thank God for these leech socks...but these slimy little suckers were crawling out of the woodwork tonight. I kept finding them on my shoes and socks and we were finding them on each other. I was extra brave tonight and wore just a tank top and at one point felt and fought one off my chest! Ugh! I cannot describe in words exactly how disgusting this feels! Jeremy, one of the Aussies in our group, kept us distracted from leeches and entertained by doing Steve Erwin impersonations (absolutely hilarious) and telling us crazy stories of life in Shanghai, China where he has been working managing a high end bar on the 30th floor of an expensive hotel (presidential suites going for $27,000 USD/night). We did catch a quick glimpse of a red tail monkey on top of a pretty bare and very high tree...Mike said there must be some kind of predator around because it was odd to see a monkey all alone so high up.
I became a pro at flicking leeches off of me before they had a chance to draw any blood but they still managed to get me because I would be itchy in that spot for quite a while (although I guess it's possible that this was psychological). No wildlife tonight, that is, except for the exceptional leech show. I dragged Brian back to our cabin in a beeline so I could shower off all the leech goo that I felt like I was covered in. He didn't want to shower yet because we still had a night drive to look forward to, but I knew I wouldn't be able to relax until I inspected my body over for any hidden leeches (thankfully, none).
Dinner was pleasant (now that I was proven leech free) and was a thoughtful shower gift from my mom's god-daughter Dana Durkin- thanks Dana! Mitch highly recommended the fish so we tried the king mackerel in coconut sauce and we weren't disappointed. Turmeric rice on the side and Brian also tried the shrimp curry and lamb masala. Oh and for starters we had a wonderful chicken curry soup (with egg noodles) which was probably the spiciest dish yet. It was literally a thin curry that Brian threatened to drink through a straw (fortunately no straws here at the rainforst lodge!). For dessert we had sliced guava, coconut egg custard, and a multi color square that smelled and tasted exactly like (or rather, how I would imagine would taste like) play doh. 2 glasses of chardonnay to round it out and we could have fallen right to sleep...
After dinner I had hiccups and Brian kept making fun of me and said I sounded like an "unidentified rainforest creature" (let's hope this new nickname doesn't stick). We climbed aboard the truck for the night drive but unfortunately there was a dense fog and it was difficult to see any wildlife. We did see a civet cat run through the brush and spotted a mouse deer on our way back to the lodge (this deer is small and resembles a rabbit more than a mouse if you ask me). If that drive was one more minute we both would have fallen asleep despite the bumpiness. Back in our room Brian was excited to finally shower...as he was getting ready he all of a sudden was in a panic and ran outside in his boxers. I chased him out (thinking something was in the room) but he was just fighting with another leech...this one managed to find it's way all the way up to the edge of his socks where he skin began. He noted that when leeches are full of blood, they are easier to remove. Yuck!!!
Bed after (more) showers never felt so good. (Have I been saying that every night??- Because I really mean it tonight). Our lovely room was sponsored by Brian's friends Sara and Evan Bronner as a wedding present- thanks guys! We certainly slept well :)
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The morning mist was just starting to disperse when we set foot onto the wooden walkway. Slats of wood (reinforced with thin wire to help prevent slippage) went lengthwise down each section of bridge and then every so often a support slat would run opposite. The bridge seemed spring loaded as a person ahead of you stepped, the walkway would bounce a bit (sometimes a lot!)...I was glad that the railings (composed of an orange, rusting metal) were higher than my hips because sometimes it would feel like the next big step would throw you right up and off of it entirely! Green chain link fencing made up the side "rails" and stiff wire composed the suspension.
The view from up here was spectacular...nothing but forest every which way. We heard the call of a hornbill and watched as it flew from one tree to another (Brian snapped some good action shots) and then as a second (we were told the second one was female- based on her "call") flew over to join him. Their beaks were so strange...when I looked close with the binoculars it looked almost like a double image- the top part seemed like it had an extra piece, somewhat resembling that of a toucan. But Mitch explained that they have very tough beaks that help them to tear open fruit which is their main source of sustenance.
It is so hot and humid up here! I can barely stand it anymore and if you know me, you know I normally love this kind of weather...but I suppose when there's no pool in sight, no bartenders bringing you drinks with little umbrellas in them and when you're forced not only to wear closed toe shoes (ugh) and socks (double ugh) but also leech socks (yuck!) it is not as appealing...
We took our time walking across the canopy and stopping briefly at each little "tree house" along the way. The first stop had an extremely large bee hive wrapped around the tree about 20 feet up from where we were. At first I couldn't really tell what they were talking about because the sky was so bright and I didn't see anything at all. But then Matt (guy from San Diego) zoomed in and took a photo and showed me that the hive was completely covered in buzzing bees. Wow. We all treaded lightly and spoke softly around there so as not to disturb them. The next tree house was bi-level and had a wooden staircase going around the side of the tree to connect to the next bridge...Mitch shared with us that up to a few years ago, you had to actually climb this tree to get to the next bridge! She said there used to be a net (to catch you if you fell I guess) and that the guide would go first and help the next person up using some kind of rope and pulley thing! Glad we waited for the construction of this lovely double decker tree house before we came...otherwise I might have only seen the first 2 bridges ;)
We didn't see much wildlife from up here...I guess we were too high and the lush trees were simply too dense, but the views were impressive and Brian managed to snap a few of his signature wide angle photos along the way. I was kind of wishing I didn't wear these stupid leech socks as they were curling up my toes and kinda hurting and I hadn't yet seen one leech today...oh well. Our walk took about 2 hours total and then we headed back to the lodge for a nice, satisfying breakfast.
Today's activity was river tubing and I felt bad but had no interest in submerging myself in that muddy river! Brian really wanted to go so I encouraged him to go along without me. After breakfast we headed back to our room so he could change and grab the under water camera. As he was ready to go out the door I asked "did you remember your sunblock" (he hadn't), "how about your mosquito repellent" (no, again)...I ran back in to grab both for him and help him put it all on...he was impatient with how slow I was spraying him with DEET and stomped his foot on the deck and whined, "baaabe, I gotta go all my friends are waiting for me!!!" I just love him, He is so freakin cute sometimes :)
I took a shower, dressed in some casual non-trekking clothes and flip flops (heaven) and sat in my favorite blog spot at the lodge. The low picnic like table had 3 extra large european style pillows on each side and I lined them up and laid right across them.....now this feels like a vacation. I didn't get much blogging done though because I fell right to sleep and was woken up to Brian standing over me...having just walked all the way back to our room and then discovering I wasn't there to let him in. Tubing was really nice and refreshing, he said, aside from a few rocks along the way...he showed me some photos of him wearing a helmet with the Australian family. He was particularly anxious to show me his "new friend Lewey" on the under water camera and up popped a picture of a brilliant green iridescent iguana that he found wandering along a railing where our laundry was (still) drying from yesterday. We hurried back to the room to see if he was still there but he wasn't...(From now on, every time we come back to the room Brian will look for him- of course always referring to him by name and correcting my spelling of his name when it came time to blog about him).
He took a shower and came out and said "did we eat lunch yet?". LOL! We really had done so much today already. It felt like one of those days (usually Monday) that just seems to drag on for so long that by the time evening rolls around you find yourself wondering if it was Tuesday? Time check: 11:14 AM; no we had not yet eaten lunch, I informed him :)
Exactly 46 minutes later when the kitchen opened, we were sitting patiently waiting to be served...today's lunch was a shower gift from my Aunt Terry Nagle- thanks Aunt Terry! We had delicious roti bread...stretchy Indian bread similar to naan but thinner that was grilled quickly on each side for us and then a generous portion of the potato curry ladled on top...it was spicy and warm comfort food. A tiny blue bird was darting in and out of the tree in front of us as we ate. She was so fast that every time I tried to point her out to Brian he would miss her! For dessert we had tempura bananas...the bananas here are much smaller and brighter yellow than we get at home. They are also always perfectly ripe...probably because they grow all over the place here. We also tried snake skin fruit, well I tried it- but only after telling Brian exactly where I had packed the benedryl in the event of an unlikely allergic reaction. It's a very strange looking teardrop shape fruit (a little smaller than a pear) that really looks like snake skin! When you peel the thin coating open it looks like a garlic clove in that it has 3 sections...it tasted pretty good (kind of like a pear but sweeter and drier) but was so strange we made a video of me eating one to show you...(unfortunately the internet here is too slow to add photos or video so I will add it in when we get home).
Brian wanted to "relax" again, so I took advantage of this rare opportunity and we each laid on opposite teak couches and snuggled in with pillows to look out on the rainforest. We ordered 2 of those tropical lemongrass pendant leaf drinks that were so cool and refreshing...drinks were on my friend and previous coworker Dr. Rosa Hyatt- thanks Dr. Hyatt! Relaxing didn't last long because Brian spotted what looked like monkeys on a nearby tree so we wandered over to investigate. Sure enough, just as we approached where we saw them, the 3 of them had shimmied down the tree and crossed the path right in front of us! I couldn't help but think of the flying monkeys in the wizard of oz as I watched them cross with their hunched over posture (they didn't have wings or caps on though). We realized that this show was happening in front of us and we didn't even have a camera with us to capture it- figures! The one monkey climbed a vine and swung and teetered on it about 10 feet from me for a few minutes...long enough for me to get a good look at his face (menacing?) his gray hair and his extra long tail...then he expertly jumped up onto a branch above and ran towards the center of the tree. It was then that we realized we were standing in front of our own cabin and could continue watching their antics from the comfort of our balcony...so that is just what we did. The three of them kept us entertained for a good hour or so...at one point I was tired of craning my neck and went back inside...Brian whispered softly "babe hurry up come here, look" and by the time I ran out there he said very candidly with such a straight face that I was too late and "had just missed it"...what did I miss?? "2 orangutans riding rhinos and dueling each other". What am I going to do with you?? To that he said, "you married me, so you're stuck with me"...
And then it was time for our dusk walk...was supposed to be an hour but was more like 3...this Mike is relentless! Brian and I were not prepared for a 3 hour tour that after a short rainfall was FULL of leeches. We all had dim flashlights with us but at first it wasn't dark enough to need them although after hiking for only a short while, I discovered that they were useful in helping to see if leeches were on me, and yes in fact they were...gross!! Thank God for these leech socks...but these slimy little suckers were crawling out of the woodwork tonight. I kept finding them on my shoes and socks and we were finding them on each other. I was extra brave tonight and wore just a tank top and at one point felt and fought one off my chest! Ugh! I cannot describe in words exactly how disgusting this feels! Jeremy, one of the Aussies in our group, kept us distracted from leeches and entertained by doing Steve Erwin impersonations (absolutely hilarious) and telling us crazy stories of life in Shanghai, China where he has been working managing a high end bar on the 30th floor of an expensive hotel (presidential suites going for $27,000 USD/night). We did catch a quick glimpse of a red tail monkey on top of a pretty bare and very high tree...Mike said there must be some kind of predator around because it was odd to see a monkey all alone so high up.
I became a pro at flicking leeches off of me before they had a chance to draw any blood but they still managed to get me because I would be itchy in that spot for quite a while (although I guess it's possible that this was psychological). No wildlife tonight, that is, except for the exceptional leech show. I dragged Brian back to our cabin in a beeline so I could shower off all the leech goo that I felt like I was covered in. He didn't want to shower yet because we still had a night drive to look forward to, but I knew I wouldn't be able to relax until I inspected my body over for any hidden leeches (thankfully, none).
Dinner was pleasant (now that I was proven leech free) and was a thoughtful shower gift from my mom's god-daughter Dana Durkin- thanks Dana! Mitch highly recommended the fish so we tried the king mackerel in coconut sauce and we weren't disappointed. Turmeric rice on the side and Brian also tried the shrimp curry and lamb masala. Oh and for starters we had a wonderful chicken curry soup (with egg noodles) which was probably the spiciest dish yet. It was literally a thin curry that Brian threatened to drink through a straw (fortunately no straws here at the rainforst lodge!). For dessert we had sliced guava, coconut egg custard, and a multi color square that smelled and tasted exactly like (or rather, how I would imagine would taste like) play doh. 2 glasses of chardonnay to round it out and we could have fallen right to sleep...
After dinner I had hiccups and Brian kept making fun of me and said I sounded like an "unidentified rainforest creature" (let's hope this new nickname doesn't stick). We climbed aboard the truck for the night drive but unfortunately there was a dense fog and it was difficult to see any wildlife. We did see a civet cat run through the brush and spotted a mouse deer on our way back to the lodge (this deer is small and resembles a rabbit more than a mouse if you ask me). If that drive was one more minute we both would have fallen asleep despite the bumpiness. Back in our room Brian was excited to finally shower...as he was getting ready he all of a sudden was in a panic and ran outside in his boxers. I chased him out (thinking something was in the room) but he was just fighting with another leech...this one managed to find it's way all the way up to the edge of his socks where he skin began. He noted that when leeches are full of blood, they are easier to remove. Yuck!!!
Bed after (more) showers never felt so good. (Have I been saying that every night??- Because I really mean it tonight). Our lovely room was sponsored by Brian's friends Sara and Evan Bronner as a wedding present- thanks guys! We certainly slept well :)
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Location:Lahad Datu, Malaysia
Baby Turtles hatching and released into Sulu Sea...amazing!
Happy 6 month anniversary Brian! I ordered these baby turtles to hatch today just for you :)
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Location:Lankayan Island Malaysia
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