He loiters. He lurches. Legs bent squat and arms stretched wide, far so, ever so, ridiculously wide…he swings, then swivels, swings, then swivels. Front, back, front, back, lurch, linger, lurch linger like a twisted yoyo on a horizontal jaunt through the leaves.
He’s competent but not yet confident, an adolescent in terms of tree swinging and indeed at everything else. He’s what the locals call the man of the forest (the literal translation of the words orang utan) and he’s a curious man to watch indeed.
Orangutans are endangered apes. They swing through the canopy but they lack, like humans, a tail. Again, like their longer legged human counterparts, they take years of patient encouragement and instruction before they can take care of themselves and that’s where the Sepilok Orangutan Rehabilitation Centre comes in.
They take in orphans, sometimes via the nursery at the Shangri-La Rasa Ria at Kota Kinabalu, and train them up to swing. To start, it’s sweet milk and smiles and before too long it’s rope courses and daily top ups of fruit. After approximately 10 years (I know, gadzooks! Ten years?!) they’re ready to swing free.
It’s a curious viewing experience at both the rehab centre in Sepilok and the nursery at the Shangri-La. Both feeding platforms live high in the canopy of legitimate Borneo rainforest. In both places, orangutans are free to roam and return as they please. And in both places, other creatures of the jungle sneak out, swing high, swing low and scurry around to make the most of the free food on offer.
At the same time, though, it’s a half way wilderness experience. There’s a schedule and a programme and, of course, a big crowd. It’s an adventure but it’s not hiking in seclusion through the rainforest and meeting the king by accident.
However…There are plus sides. Most obviously, the rehab centre lives right next to the Sepilok Nature Resort.
So, instead of spending the afternoon swatting mosquitos and sweltering in search of flashes of orange fur, you can soak up orangutan goodness in the morning and grab a hammock after lunch.
And in this way (oh, indulge me, dear reader) you can become your own king of the swingers. Especially if it’s already your name ;-)
And on that note, I’m off for a swing…
Disclosure – I visited the Borneo Rainforest as part of a project with iAmbassador, Sabah Tourism and Royal Brunei. As ever, as always, all words and thoughts and dreams and bad jokes my own. Otherwise, there’s just no point.