Sunday morning, waking announced the start of preparations for shipping note: putting his big bag to leave at the guesthouse,''prepare''daypack with the bare necessities (silk cloth, t Spare-shirt, pants and top has long sleeves, insect repellent, knife, headlamp, camera, etc..). We had plenty of water (no potable water for the next 30 hours despite severe dehydration) and eat in the evening and breakfast the next morning. We had also sleeping pad because the beds of the cache are only des plannches de bois...
Alors que nous allions déjeuner, Arnaud nous rejoignit et décida de nous acompagner durant ces 2 jours. Afin de ''couper la poire en deux'', nous avions prévu de monter en bateau et de redescendre a pied le lendemain. Nous aurions alors 2 options: un chemin difficile avec bien des montées et des descentes (les chemins étant en terre humide et recouverts de feuilles glissantes, le tout entremelé de racines), ou bien un autre apparemment plus ''facile'' au cour duquel il fallait cependant traverser une riviere avec de l'eau jusqu'au torse... Nous avions donc prévu l'option la plus ''facile''.
Vers midi, nous avons été manger sur la riviere. Avec Arnaud, we made a quick crossing the side of the national park to reserve it (and pay) him as his night in the cache. On the register, only 2 were reserved for Argentina tonight. Then we met Sylvia on the floating restaurant where we asked for a boat up river. A few minutes later, a boat docked at our floating restaurant: the departure time had sounded.
The boat sailed up the River. Sometimes the rapids were pretty impressive, but our pilot was maneuvering a marvel, zigzagging between the rocks exposed at the surface. After a little over 30 minutes, we landed on the shore at the foot of old chalets was abandoned. Beyond that it was leaving the track to our cache. Indeed, we soon spotted the arrows indicating the name of our cache. For about 45 minutes, so we walked in this dense forest, following strictly the lane. Sometimes we had to cross streams, climb over huge trunks of trees or jump over the huge colonies of red ants and black. It was then that we met two English who arrived in the opposite direction. A little pale, they seemed happy to see the world. They explained to us that they had slept the night in the cache and this morning they were left by the''easy way''. But after having crossed the river, they had lost track of the road. And returning, they had lost. They had turned 6 pm in the forest and they were almost a watercourse. They really seem shocked. It also had the effect of sowing doubt in our minds when the track was''easy''. They then went back to the river (from where we came) in order to beg for a boat down to the village. From our side, we resumed our journey to reach our cache. She was facing a clearing. It had been built several meters high and piles of concrete. At the entrance there was a toilet and shower was used only in case of extreme need (!). Interior the cache was a large room in which were six bunks glued to each other. On 2 sides of the room, openings acted as windows with shutters and étient. Faced with the clearing, a huge opening allowed to watch at leisure activity late in the day.
order to plan our return tomorrow, and curious to see if the path was so difficult to find once the river crossing, we reached the said river which was about 20 minutes. In the mud, we could see fresh tracks of an animal weighing (a view of the depth of the impression) that had 5 large claws ... When you know that tigers still roam the region, it is enough to have a little shiver down my back! Then we finally arrived at the famous river. A rope was placed across it. The water looked deep enough, but on the other side, we could easily distinguish the signs to continue on the path. We were left to hope that the water level does not rise into the night.
Shortly after we returned to the cache, a couple arrived. It was the Argentines. They had to walk seven hours to get here. They had taken the harder path and were exhausted. About an hour later, the noise attracted our attention. A group of 3 others arrived. Of Anglo-Saxon (Australia apparently) noisy rested their bags in the cache. In fact, they had left to walk several days but had nothing booked. Luckily, the cache was large and many seats were free. The evening was spent watching the side of the clearing where the visitors came to show themselves. At nightfall, the front light has served the clearing and the edge of the wood to detect eyes in the dark. The balance of the evening was thin with only two pairs of eyes! To 22h, to the poverty of our observations, it was time to go to bed. But at 22:45, Sylvia screamed. The pseudo-Australian had left their food on the bed next to Sylvie. And of course, before the supermarket opened, the rats were not made to come and pray do their shopping! Our board, having previously been advised by park staff, although we carefully suspended all our affairs ... Then, around 23:30, a few drops began to fall on the roof in jail. A few seconds later, it was the deluge. A deafening roar filled the cache. It promised the next day!
The next morning the rain had ceased. Ready after having swallowed the first few rolls, we took the road, accompanied by the Argentine couple who seemed to enjoy not be alone. We headed to the river, hoping that its level and speed are not excessive. As we walked through the wet undergrowth, Arnaud pointed out to us the presence of leeches. Indeed, everywhere, sagsues stood on the road, waiting patiently for a warm-blooded animal passes through to cling to him. As we walked, funny wheeze have attracted our attention. Up in the trees, a strange invisible animal emitted a sound between singing and whistling, with false airs of ambulance sirens. Be discreetly approached us after we finally saw two Gibon. One of them was quietly installed to sing while the other jumped from branch to branch, tree abre. The show was magical and we stayed a good time to observe this spectacle so rare.
A little later, once arrived at the river, we were pleasantly surprised by the level that seems to have remained passable. We had however a courageous to do the first crossing. Personally, I was not comfortable with the idea of crossing a river and then take a path which we do not know the status after the torrential pluis night, especially thinking back to two English who had lost copiously ... While the Argentine undressed, I watched autour de moi. Et la, surprise... partout, des dizaines de sangsues étaient dressées et se dirigeaient vers nous. Sans que nous n'y ayons preté attention, plusieurs étaient déjà sur nos chaussures en quete d'un petit endroit de chair tendre a mordre. A coté, l'argentin était en train de se déshabiller. Une scene un peu surréaliste! Devant cette agression en regle, j'ai exprimé mon désaccord a entreprendre une telle aventure. En effet, sortir un peu des sentiers battus, c'est sympa. Mais aller se faire bouffer volontairement, ça devient un peu maso!
Rapidement, le groupe rejoignit cette idée. L'argentin se rehabilla alors que nous observions les sangsues qui nous suivaient. This little animal is about 1cm long and 2 millimeters in diameter when''empty''. It stands on one end until the''warm-blooded.'' When the victim approaches, the leech moves then swinging on its other end, and vice versa. Like 2 legs that march without a body. They are even more impressive what move relatively quickly. And they are discrete partiulierement! Once the Argentine dressed, we took the path in the opposite direction toward the river, taking care not to stop us too not that leeches can abuse our bodies. About 45 minutes later we had reached the point where we had arrived the day before, on the waterfront. It was time to see if the leeches were lpus smarter than us. Sylvie had adopted 2. Arnaud no. Argentines 1 each. From my side, I thought passing through the trap of these blood-sucking. But when I took off my pants, my legs were covered. 2 has the right and 6 left. Some were there for a while because they had already attained a rather impressive size. Arnaud being a smoker, he used his cigarette to burn them. In fact, under the influence of heat, they let go. This is when they can be easily removed before they try their hand again. However, once the leeches removed, the bleeding is relatively abundant. Indeed, to facilitate their''pumping''in the bite they inject an anti-coagullant. And reconciled with 6 bites, the wounds did not want to close them, and even saigenement lasted nearly 30 minutes.
On the river, the men came down the course on makeshift rafts made of bamboo. They were firefighters who were doing exercises. Pretty brave! Then a bateaun landed at the dock where we were. He was an employee of the abandoned cabins that had just been bought by a developer who wanted to revive the case. We had a conveyance to go!
30 minutes later, we were back to the village. We were eating and then have regained our guesthouse. The shower was welcome. Finally clean and comfortably, we could regain some strength by doing a little nap. By late afternoon, we were taking our messages on the web. In the evening we returned to eat one last time on the edge of the river for the next day we left the place to join the East Coast of Malaysia. Back at the guesthouse, Arnaud and I remade the world again until 2:30 in the morning before falling asleep.
Tuesday 16, we woke up around 8:30. Quickly, we made our bags and then have joined the starting point du bus pour Jerantut. Sur le chemin, nous avons déjeuné dans un petit restaurant familial. Et a 10h00, nous étions tous les 3 dans le bus qui se mettait en route.
A suivre...
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