Bako National Park in Sarawak is a surprise to me, in more ways than one. Considered as one of the smallest but oldest national park in Kuching, Bako National Park is as popular as the Mulu National Park in Miri, Sarawak. Covering an area of approximately 28 square kilometers, the park's main attraction is an interesting and wide array of tropical plants and wildlife.
This morning, my friend and I took a 45-minute boat ride from motorized Bako village mound at Bako National Park.Putovanje was uneventful and pleasant enough, although I did not dare to move too much on a narrow boat full of people. My friends overseas, whose idea was that the trip to the Bako National Park check out their myriad of flora and fauna, has been soaking in this novel a lot more experience than me, I could tell.
We arrived without incident, the quaint jetty for Bako National Park. However, unloading the ship, especially one that was moving my mind has always been a pretty harrowing experience for me, and I'm glad to be on solid ground. The first impression I had from Bako National Park is a lot of green. Nature just slapped me in the face.
Then I came face-to-face or snout to snout with a wild boar, or so I thought. Although it is still munching away on some grass in the corner of the park center, my heart picked up speed and I was ready to run in the opposite direction when the guide explained that the resident bearded pigs, quite harmless, unless I made it upset, then who knows.
The second awakening I became an unexpected witness to burglary in broad daylight. The victims were two foreign tourists who unknowingly left their backpacks at a table in the monkey kafiću.Krivac - long-tailed macaque to be precise - who with great speed and agility grabbed a backpack, jumped into a nearby tree and sat down nonchalantly on a branch to unzip the backpack and investigate the prey inside, keeping the things he wanted and throw the rest. I was a fast learner and I kept my night bag close to me, like my twin sister before birth.
The first thing I checked was the windows in my room forest home, just to make sure no monkey business could be conducted in my absence, or when I zaspao.Čvrst window shutters with mosquito nets have been encouraging. I was ready to retire for the night, after a simple dinner, but my friend wanted to freely walk around the park. I reluctantly agreed because I was looking forward to more friendly encounters with four-legged inhabitants of the park.
It was a gentle evening with a slight breeze in the air. I was starting to relax and enjoy walking in the dark, slowly making my way into the dimly lit path and finding comfort in the presence of my larger sized friend, when a small dark shape quickly flew over my head on the ground in front of me stablonekoliko meters . I almost screamed, and I think I lost 10 years of age at the time. I could not absorb what my friend is trying to tell me that in the first few minutes. My heart was pounding, there was a rushing noise in my ears.
It was the flying lemur (flying squirrel), said my friend. I said, thank God, in silence. I love squirrels. They are furry and cute. And flying is one special. I spent the next few minutes trying my hardness to see if I could have a clearer view of flying lemurs and even closer to the tree landed, but without success. However, I had a peaceful sleep that night, knowing that we, myself and some of the furry inhabitants of the park, checked each other to our satisfaction.
first experience of encounters with wildlife in natural surroundings at the Bako National Park was memorable, as memorable as the jungle path I'm on the very next day, which proved to be not only the discovery of the treasures of Bako National Park, but also the journey of self-discovery.
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