Le bus pour Kuala Lumpur s'élança a 10h30. Notre destination finale était Kuala Tahan, dans le centre du pays, ou se trouve le parc national de Taman Negara. Cependant, puisqu'li n'y avait pas de bus direct, nous devions faire un changement a Kuala Lumpur (2h30 de route) puis un autre a Jerantut (3h de route). N'étant pas certains de pouvoir arriver a Jerantut a temps pour prendre le dernier bus pour Kuala Tahan, notre objectif était de minimalement rejoindre Jeranatut where we spend the night to catch the first bus the next morning.
After 2:30 on a perfect 4 lane highway (the most comfortable since the beginning of our trip), we arrived in KL (Kuala Lumpur), the capital of Malaysia. This city possesses no modern''that''one million inhabitants and is symbolized by its iconic two towers, the Petronas Towers'',''name of the national oil company (Malaysia has multiple sources of black gold). At the bus station, we were told that for Jerantut, he had to take a bus to another bus station. We then took a taxi (after several have refused to take us to the counter, asking us rather a flat fee sometimes exaggerated) and drove through the city while tasting the passage has its traffic jams. On arrival, we had to wait 1 hour before leaving, which left us just enough time to go eat. The bus then took our've certainly had the most comfortable and most recently we have had. At 14:00, the driver sprang his''beautiful''scania and took the road to Jerantut. For once, we managed to have seats in front (just behind the driver), which would ensure optimal comfort in not being on the shock absorbers! Around 15:30, after being asleep a few moments, we noticed the strange behavior du chauffeur. Il secouait ses jambes. Se grattait fréquemment la tete. ''Gigottait'' dans son fauteuil. Avait quelques réactions brusques. Il avait aussi la facheuse tendance a rouler un peu trop sur l'accotement a gauche (ici, le volant est a droite et on conduit sur la voie de gauche ). Soit il faisait une réaction allergique a je ne sais quoi, soit il cherchait par tous les moyens a rester éveillé. Tout a coup, alors que nous étions sur une route a 2 voies, le bus se décalla tranquillement sur la voie de droite. En face, des voitures arrivaient a vive allure. Malgré cela, le chauffeur ne réagissait pas. Les yeux ouverts, il continuait a rouler a droite, comme hypnotisé. Réalisant que nous filions droit a disaster, I've started a''HEY!''accompanied by a hissing sound. Immediately, the driver regained consciousness and pulled his vehicle in the left lane when the vehicle in front having passed us by carefully displaced orbits on their shoulder. From then on, he began to lead''normal''with no suspicious gesture. His brain was sending enough of the adrenaline in his body to stay awake until we arrived one hour later. Jerantut is made whole, we could breathe. On our descent from the bus, a man told us that the bus to Taman Negara was leaving shortly. After a moment's reflection, we boarded the bus to old 1h30 more. Finally, around 19:00, after about 10 hours of traveling, we finally reached their destination.
Once deposited our bags in front of a pseudo tourist bureau to take initial information on the place, Sylvie went to his board to find beds. She found in a dorm a little further. The place was small but clean. Finally, after having dropped our bags''for good''we were eating in a floating restaurant. Indeed, the reserve of Taman Negara is situated in the center of Malaysia in the middle of a primary rainforest dating back over 130 million years. The village of Kualal Tahan is camped beside a river has brown water whose flow varies daily depending on rainfall. On the banks of this river are moored barges converted into retaurants family in spying or rental of camping equipment. All around, it's the drill. A bit gutted by day our transport, we ate a bite before going to bed.
The next morning, we were a bit like a day of celebration. Tired, haggard, the taste for doing nothing. After 10 months of travel, we came to realize was how much the whole day of travel (as before) draining our energy the next day. The day was therefore a rest. After we be raised a bit later, we went to lunch and then we quickly toured the village, composed mostly guesthouses. We inquired about the''package''offered to go into the forest. Treks a day over a week, with a night in caves or in caches. 4x4 nights out to see wildlife. But frankly, unimpressed by the apparent amateurism met, we were not comfortable with such a book tour. Then we have been doing some business on the net we spread before returning to our guesthouse. As a post-party I told you ...
Late after noon, we had the idea to leave the next day for the next destination. However, we asked the owner of our guesthouse if we could do''''night safari. Being only 2 people, he could assure us that we could go (it needed a minimum of 4). Then we met Arnaud, a French man who was sleeping in the same guesthouse as us. He was also left for a year around the world. Alone. While we were talking on the terrace, the guy from the guesthouse we announced that we had found a departure 21h for a safari. It was 8:15 p.m.! With our new friend, we eat quickly descended on the banks of the River. At 21:00, a pickup truck came to pick us up. Contact Arnaud join us. Thus, for nearly two hours, we rode on the paths of the palm (for palm oil). On the roof of the pickup, a guide tracked the animal using a powerful spotlight. During our evening so we could see some birds (wisely sleeping on their part), colorful frogs and a snake (tiny that the guide had located 20 meters!). After this activity interesting night, we returned to our guesthouse wisely. Under the stars that filled the sky, then we have discussed all three of everything and nothing. France. Canada. World in general. Policy. On economy. De social. Des discussions de fond, de reve parfois. Bref. Un débat d'idée comme ceux qui font grandir les esprits. Super moment. A 2h30 du matin, un peu fatigués, nous avons décidé d'aller dormir.
Samedi 13, nous nous sommes levés avec un peu plus de courage que nous n'en avions la veille. Nous sommes descendus déjeuner au bord de la riviere et nous avons alors décidé de tout de meme aller passer la journée du coté du parc national, tout juste sur l'autre rive. Apres avoir ramassé quelques affaires, nous avons pris le bateau taxi pour traverser la riviere. Au bureau d'enregistrement, nous nous sommes acquittés des droits d'entrée du parc et avons demandé quelques informations on activities. There was walking, of course, but also a suspension bridge and nights in the caches. For the latter, one of them was particularly interesting. Could be reached by walking (about 7 hours walk) or by boat that dropped us a 45 minute walk from the cache. So we booked that cache the next night. We would come back by boat and on foot.
Then we went walking in the park. Along trails in the middle of a beautiful tropical forest, we could see monkeys, lizards, spiders (small), ant colonies (huge ants almost 2 inches!). Anyway ... life in the forest! Our first stop was to walk on bridges suspended in the canopy (upper part of the forest habitat for species which, for some, never go down to the ground). About 30 meters from the ground, so we have traveled over 500 meters of bridges made of rope and planks. One at a time, with a minimum of 5 meters between each. Unlike the jungle''flight''(zip) in Chiang Mai (Thailand), the forest here is very dense, which really gives the impression of full communion with nature. And although we have not had the chance to see many animals, the experience was still great. After
be back down on terra firma'''' nous avons continué sur les chemins. La chaleur et la moiteur associées a des montées et des descentes épuisantes nous ont vallu une sérieuse suée. Apres avoir marché environ 3 heures, nous nous sommes arretés au bord d'une riviere ou l'on pouvait se baigner. L'endroit était fort sympathique. Le vert de la dense foret tranchait avec le brun de l'eau, le tout entretenant une ambiance un peu mystérieuse avec une saveur ''jungle sauvage''. Une fois rafraichis, nous avons regagné le village tout proche. Nous sommes rentrés a notre guesthouse prendre une douche. Avant d'aller manger, nous avons retrouvé Arnaud qui, comme nous hier soir, pensait repartir des aujoud'hui. Mais a son réveil, il avait had some remorse to leave earlier if a region so beautiful and so difficult to reach without at least going to visit a minimum. So, thinking that our guesthouse was full on this Saturday night (what the owner told us the day before and then the opposite this morning!), He had moved to another guesthouse nearby before going to do exactly the same trick we National Park, just an hour behind us ... We've been eating every 3 before going to bed, the day helping fatigsue!
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