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  • Temples, monks, andโ€ฆ fruit bats!!!! ๐Ÿฆ‡

    Today I'm taking a private tour, as I couldn't find a group going to the monastery with the fruit bat colony, which I really want to see. First, we're visiting a completely unnecessary temple that only takes up time away from the fruit batsโ€ฆ
    Well, okay, the temples in Chachoengsao are beautiful. And they're considered some of the most beautiful temples in Thailand. But they don't actually house a colony of fruit bats, and there's nothing I can do about that!
    And of course, there are the obligatory portraits of the royal family.

    Next, we went to Wat Saman Rattanaram, which is also fruit bat free. And here I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It's like a colorful fairground, but instead of carousels, there are temples, statues, and then also life-size... Spiderman and Batman figures??? And loads and loads of donation boxes.
    Later I read that the place caters to a diverse mix of regionally represented religions, including those originating from Thai Buddhist, Chinese, and Hindu traditions. Batman and Spiderman serve, on the one hand, to attract families with children, and on the other hand, the boundary between "sacred," "lucky," and "pop-culturally cool" is considerably more fluid in Thailand than in Western thinking.

    But now the temples are finally behind us and we're off to Wat Pho Bang Khla, a temple known for providing shelter and a home to a colony of fruit bats.
    Since they face no danger there (unlike in other places in Thailand, unfortunately), it's quite easy to observe them relaxing in the afternoon. There's also a small "kindergarten" with two orphaned babies being cared for. I wonder (and keep wondering, due to language barriers) how safe they are in that basket on the ground, whether they are at risk from, for example, stray cats or dogs.
    Fortunately, I can even take better pictures here than in Cairns, Australia. The reason is simple: they like to be as high up in the trees as possible, and the trees here are simply smaller ๐Ÿ˜Š

    Chilling
    Curious
    Kindergarten โ€“ Orphanage
    Mom with baby โ€“ keeps a close eye on me

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  • Food tour through Chinatown ๐Ÿ˜‹

    I have the morning free and can look through some photos at the hotel. In the afternoon, I have a food tour through Chinatown planned. On the way to the meeting point, I see this beautiful spirit house (San Phra Phum โ€“ literally "Shrine of the Guardian Spirit of the Land"). According to my AI, these are often built in front of a house to drive the house's spirits into the spirit house, and then to appease them, the spirit house is made more beautiful than the actual house. People also regularly visit with small gifts to ask the spirit for favors regarding various things.


    Then it's off to Chinatown. From the meeting point, I'm taken to a building with many rooms, each containing a few chairs, a table, and a toilet. It soon becomes clear that the groups gather in these rooms before the various tours depart. Among them are two older American women with whom I have a good chat, and three young American women who appear to be celebrating their high school graduation.
    Typically for Americans, they all introduce themselves by their state instead of the country. I'm still waiting for someone from Georgia to do that. Which reminds me that I wanted to memorize a greeting or something in Georgian for just such an occasion ๐Ÿ˜‡

    The tour is well planned overall; at each stop there are already members of the team who reserve tables for us or order food for us, so that we are served our meal shortly after arrival.

    We start with braised duck, a typical Chinese-Thai dish. I'm pleased by the visually appealing selection of spice options: pickled garlic, chili sauce, and fresh green chilies. A fairly common way to serve it in this type of container. And I suspect it will be the tourist version.


    The next stall is Michelin-starred, and they have chicken and pork skewers marinated in curry. Then there are fried seaweed, which were surprisingly delicious with the sauce. And a salad of cucumber, onion, and chili pepper. Very tasty, and because of the spiciness, I have it all to myself. And I order seconds. They also have filled dumplings (shrimp wontons), but those are from a different stall.


    Next, we head to a street food stall that has received a Michelin Bib Gourmand, which signifies good food at fair prices. We have a curry with chicken, winter melon, and Chinese sausage. Afterwards, we order Kuay Jab, a soup made with crispy pork belly and rice paper that curls up as it cooks.


    The soy soft serve ice cream is somewhat unexpected but surprisingly delicious.


    To finish, a sumptuous seafood feast is served. There are king prawns with enormous antennae (or whatever they areโ€”I'm a computer scientist, not a biologist ๐Ÿ˜Š), clams in basil-chili sauce, and a prawn hot pot, Tom Yum Goong. To top it all off, there's green mango with shrimp paste for dipping; the contrast makes it something special.


    Finally, here's a photo of a full and satisfied Tina and Mango Sticky Rice.


    On my way home, I suddenly see bats on the ground. And then on the wall. Immediate attention!.
    According to a subsequent AI analysis, the Chinese word for luck/blessing sounds similar to the word for bat, which also features the symbol for five. It is therefore a play on words: "Five Bats" = "The Five Blessings" (long life, wealth, health, virtue, natural death). It could have been a bar or a restaurant.

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  • Palace, temple, and hate preacher

    Today I booked a tour including the Grand Palace and temples like Wat Pho and Wat Arun. And since we did a lot of walking, we also gathered many impressions of the surrounding area.

    We visited the Grand Palace and the surrounding grounds, all of which were very impressive. There was even a model of Angkor Wat. Our group was a comfortable size, and we had a friendly guide who was informative and answered all our questions well.

    Next, we'll go to the Reclining Buddha. The Massage Museum is also located there, featuring many statues in the outdoor area depicting elements of Thai massage. Our guide will tell us about the history of this massage. Luckily, there's a first-aid station right next to the complex. ๐Ÿ˜Š

    At one point, there are signs informing us why one shouldn't get a Buddha tattoo. And the "why" surprises me a little, because I had previously assumed that Buddhism didn't contain such toxic elements as Christianity or Islam, which tell us how impure we are. How disgusting our bodies are. How flawed we are when we give in to perfectly normal urges like sexuality. That we are not lovable.

    Source: https://urpbehavioralhealth.com/conditions-treated/trauma-treatment/religious-trauma/

    And that brings us perfectly to the street preacher I run into on my way back to the hotel at the end of the day. The moment he sees me, he seamlessly launches into a rant about the downfall of civilization due to transgenderism, the end of the divinely ordained union of man and woman, and the fact that there are only two genders, something about demons and all that, the whole nine yards. This religion of love, which is so intent on spreading hatred, that this guy comes all the way from who-knows-where to Bangkok just to spew his poison into the world with a megaphone.


    I stop, pull out my phone, and record for a few seconds, with a forced grin as if I couldn't care less. His assistant, who's holding the poster and handing out flyers to passersby, at least seems the least bit embarrassed.


    The only funny thing about it is: I later looked up the URL of the banner using the still images. Contrary to expectations, the page doesn't lead to a Christian site trying to convert you or anything like that. Nope. It leads to a webshop selling religious banners, stickers, and pins. How fucking Christianโ€ฆ

    ๐Ÿคฎ

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  • First impressions of Thailand

    After arriving late, I didn't get much sleep, as a booked tour started early in the morning. On the way to the meeting point, I noticed that everywhere โ€“ in squares, intersections, and in front of public buildings โ€“ there were these huge, ornately decorated photos of members of the royal family, or apparently high-ranking military officers. And many Buddhist symbols. Many buildings have small temples in front of them.

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    The program includes a trip to Ayutthaya, where we will visit various temple complexes, but also more modern ones such as the large reclining Buddha statue, "Reclining Buddha".
    Our guide doesn't speak very good English, but what's really annoying is that he tells seemingly incoherent stories that have nothing to do with what we're seeing. We arrive at the first temple, and naturally, we're all eager to see it, but he spends almost the entire time talking about some kind of royal couple. After five minutes, I'm the first to break the ice and leave the chattering guide to finally see the temple. Those who stayed until the end at least learned their lesson for the next temple: just ignore him. Why travel two hours to a temple if we don't have time to see it? Would we have stayed with the guide and listened to his irrelevant stories in front of the bus?

    We notice that there are broken statues everywhere, but upon inquiry we learn that this is not due to the weather, but rather that there are specific historical reasons for it. One is that poor people apparently earn some extra money by sending wealthy foreigners, for example, a severed hand abroad for their private collection โ€“ because a whole statue would be too conspicuous.
    Another event is that a treasure was apparently once found in a Buddha statue, and afterwards statues throughout the country were demolished in the hope of finding treasures there as well.
    Much was also destroyed during the Burmese invasion of 1767.

    Next, we look at the "Reclining Buddha." That's when I first notice something I'll observe again and again later: unlike the usual Christian depictions, the Buddha is often shown smiling, and overall, much of the temple decoration has a rather cheerful and festive feel.

    At "Wihan Phra Mongkhon Bophit" we see a truly magnificent temple complex, impressive for its sheer size and, of course, for its ubiquitous, intricate decorations. There are also smaller statues depicting Buddha in his various mudras (hand gestures or body postures), and depending on one's wishes, one can make a donation or light an incense stick at the appropriate place.

    Finally, we were taken to a restaurant that clearly caters to Western tourists. The spiciness was much milder. Unfortunately. But it was still delicious. Especially the Pad Krapao, which consists of minced meat, beans, and chili peppers.

    This tree with the Buddha head inside seems to be the most photographed thing in Thailand, I have no idea why. Our guide is doing a good job here, shooing the others away and taking photos of us one after the other. It's important to make sure your feet aren't pointing towards the Buddha. There's also an official there who has to tell several tourists every minute to behave and follow the rules.

    That concludes our excursion, and we're dropped off at a large shopping mall with a metro connection. With a dragon right in the middle. You know how it is... in a shopping mall.

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  • Departure to Bangkok

    Around noon, I set off for Sandakan Airport with a few other members of the group. From there, we'll all fly together to Kuala Lumpur, where our paths will then separate. At check-in, I'm struck again by the ubiquitous discrimination against durian in Southeast Asia. There were also some funny signs about hygiene in the restrooms. I spent the wait in the lounge, which wasn't quite as crowded this time as on the outbound flight.

    In Bangkok, I was glad when I made it to the hotel; I was so exhausted that I almost went straight to bed. However, I did notice that I once again had a nice anal spa in the bathroom, with a heated toilet seat whose lid opens when you approach, and that had an adjustable anal shower with a selectable temperature, etc.

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  • Last Supper

    Unfortunately, our time together is coming to an end. We check out of the Sukau Greenview and are taken to the Sabah Hotel Sandakan, where we spent the first night. We head into town in the afternoon to visit a department store, strolling through two markets. After the first few stalls, everything starts to look a bit the same. I notice that more fruits are on offer here that seem familiar than was the case in Singapore, for example. There are still differences, though. Our cauliflower, for example, is larger, but they have some truly monster carrots, to name just two examples.

    Afterwards, we treat ourselves to another relaxing time by the pool. It's already quite warm. Then we're taken by bus into town, to a fine restaurant that has prepared a delicious buffet for us, and as a farewell, we celebrate our Last Supper.

    Well-fed, we then head to the obligatory karaoke bar โ€“ just like the year before on the Galapagos. A very curious karaoke bar: We occupy a kind of living room as a group and pay with alcohol consumption. Especially in a Muslim country, this is rather unexpected. There are two employees that stand in the back, in the dark, watching us closely. As soon as one of us even takes a sip, they immediately emerge from their hiding place and refill all our glasses with more beer, before disappearing back into the background.

    Forrest delights again with Frank Sinatra and other songs. I make the mistake of choosing "Reflection" from Mulan, which turns out to be quite emotional. Kole, a Rammstein fan, then lifts the mood again with "Dicke Titten"...

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  • The Bat Cave

    We have another early morning river tour, which takes a bit longer because our guide is determined to track down some Borneo pygmy elephants for us. And he finds them. Somehow. Well, for a brief moment, I glimpse some leathery elephant skin through the leaves of the plants along the bank, and they're gone before we reach a spot with better visibility. Afterward, we linger for quite a while, hoping for a second chance, which unfortunately doesn't materialize. But technically we saw them. It was just a matter of ticking off the "Borneo Big 5" for our tour.

    https://www.borneoecotours.com/blog/get-to-know-bornean-big-five/
    (I'm only linking this here because I like their Big 5 poster)

    For me, it's less about ticking off a list than about what we see being a moving experience. The completeness of a list is secondary to me.

    And anyone who knows me knows that bats are more important to meโ€”and that's exactly what's on the agenda this afternoon. Finally! ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฅฐ

    We're off to Gomantong Cave, where millions of bats and birds live together. The bird nests are regularly "harvested" by local workers and then sold as a delicacy. Unfortunately, I forgot my floodlight. Of all things! But it wouldn't have helped me much anyway, because the cave is so tall that it wouldn't have been enough to illuminate anything there effectively. And even with my 300mm travel zoom lens, there's not much I can do with the size of the bats.

    Before entering the cave, we put on helmets; we're already wearing long trousers. We're also given gloves, but I take them off straight away because they get in the way when using the camera. We do this because the entire cave floor is covered in bat guano, making it very slippery in places. None of us is keen on slipping here. Looking up for too long to find a subject with the viewfinder can also be dangerous. At the very least, keep your mouth closed. Thank me later. Towards the middle of the cave, it builds up into a veritable mountain of guano, and upon closer inspection, you can see countless insects that have made their habitat there. If a bat were to fall in here, especially a young one, it's pretty much its death sentence. Unfortunately, we see a few that suffer that fate and are eaten alive. One, however, seems to fly down there on purpose and it helps itself to the insects like a buffet.

    Urine collects on the edge of the guano mountain. Some crabs have found their home here.

    After touring the cave, we climb approximately 666 steps to reach the upper cave exit, where we expect the bat colony's evening outing. The climb is reminiscent of the Wall of Tears in the Galapagos, and I found myself cursing inwardly just as much. Just before we reach the top, someone in the group realizes they've forgotten something, and Forrest and I joke about how convenient it would be if Lucy (from the Galapagos group) were there: Not only would she have been back in five minutes, she would have also brought drinks for everyone, and not a drop of sweat on her forehead...
    Unfortunately, we are not rewarded because the bats do not fly or do not fly out via this exit. We have funny conversations instead, though.

    At dinner, James and I are once again dealing with our last stash of chili powder to somehow enhance the less-than-average food, when I overhear Forrest telling the others that the real reason for the trip isn't to see all the animals, plants, nature, and so on, but to experience how I slowly lose my mind over the food being served. This explains a lot.

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  • River cruises, nightlife

    We set off on a river cruise before 6 a.m., rewarded with a beautiful early morning landscape. We see various pig-tailed and proboscis monkeys.

    Natural sounds in a quiet tributary of the Kinabatangan

    Unfortunately, I can't join the jungle hike that follows because my stomach is revolting. We have more river tours in the afternoon and later in the evening, and luckily I'm feeling better in time for them.

    After dinner, our night excursion begins. The Imam echoes across the riverbank, creating a curious atmosphere so far from civilization. We get to see saltwater crocodiles, considered the largest and most dangerous crocodiles in the world. But ours are smallโ€”a baby and a juvenile. It took me a while to see them, even though I could see exactly where everyone else was looking. There could be a full-grown crocodile next to me, ready to strike, and I wouldn't realize it until I was already dead. I don't think I'd last long there.

    Oh, and Eryanto just happened to spot the little snake during full speed from the boat, despite it being barely bigger than the reeds it was in. Unbelievable! Good man! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ

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  • The Kinabatangan

    Today we have to pack again because after breakfast we are moving to the Sukau Greenview Resort, which is located at the Kinabatangan River.

    Several of us experience regular power outages, which isn't surprising, since the air conditioners are all preset to a target temperature of 17ยฐC, which can obviously never be reached, especially when outside temperatures reach 35ยฐC. So, the air conditioners are always fighting at maximum power. I set mine to a target temperature of 24ยฐC, which it quickly reaches and then remains almost whisper-quiet. Quite impressive for a bungalow structure exposed to the blazing sun.

    Upon arrival, we first choose our mud boots for the upcoming jungle hikes and soon set off. Forrest had already prepared us over the past few days for how strenuous and uncomfortable it would be, as with every step we would sink into the mud, only to then free ourselves with a squelching sound for the next step. And all of this in the correspondingly humid weather, surrounded by mosquitoes. However, we hardly noticed any of that, as it hadn't rained for days. I was glad about that. I also had virtually no problems with mosquitoes, thanks to Deetยฉ โ€“ I discovered this for myself ten years ago on my trip to Fiji. The trick lies in the correct order and combination of applying sunscreen and mosquito repellent.

    All I can say about the subsequent lunch is that it's unfortunately prophetic: While the food has been pretty unremarkable over the past few days, at Sukau Greenview, it's downright awful: chicken served with broken bones and noodles that seem to have been refried for the fifth time. James and I, in our desperation, compensate with more and more chili, but more on that later ๐ŸŒถ๏ธ

    In the afternoon we have our first river trip across the Kinabatangan. We see several groups of pig-tailed macaques, including one that is just about to cross the branch we are currently traveling through. We can see how, for example, heavier members of the group help the lighter ones by using their weight to push down the branch, making the jump easier for the lighter one. We feel very sorry for one of the group; he seems to have an ulcer on his testicles, which has made his scrotum about the size of a basketball, and he has to hold it with his hands while climbing to avoid pinching it. I don't want to know how painful the jump to the other side must have been for him.

    Towards the end, the weather takes a turn, and even though the boatman tries his best, we can't make it back dry. We're so wet when we get back, it's hilarious. Forrest has a fit of laughter โ›ˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‚ I also quite like getting a nice rain shower in such warm weather. It shows us that, despite everything, we still don't have control over nature, and I think we need that sometimes...

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  • Orangutans and sun bears๐ŸŒž

    We visit the orangutan rehabilitation center. There's a central feeding platform, surrounded by spectator stands behind mirrored glass panels to prevent us from being directly seen. This is how the center is financed and gives us insight into the behavior of these impressive animals. To allow them access from the surrounding forests, ropes are stretched from the trees to the platform, which they climb up to, just in time for feeding time. The feeder is careful not to make eye contact, but still assesses the condition of the arriving orangutans. After all, they shouldn't develop trust in us humans, because unfortunately, they are still being mercilessly poached. I enjoy the playfulness of the younger ones and the serenity of the slightly older ones.

    There is also a second feeding station, which is located a little further away in the forest, where a different crowd (of orangutans) comes by to eat.

    Afterwards we visit the Bornean Sun Bear Conservation Centre, which is dedicated to the conservation of the sun bear.

    For dinner today, we're going to a restaurant near our accommodation. It's a bit loud at first, as they're also having karaoke, but it calms down after a while. What I mostly remember is that at some point, there was apparently a fight between two geckos on the ceiling, and the next moment, the two of them plopped into my half-full glass and disappeared in a flash.

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