We found ourselves in Sandakan, Borneo in search of some Orang-utan action. Up at 6.30am (wow, Georgie had no idea what was gwanin') we grabbed a quick breakfast on the roof of a hotel before heading to the bus station. After working out who actually worked there and what bus we needed, we fended off hawkers ("I'll take you in my mini van, much better") and a cycling fibber ("No number 14 today, you need to take a mini van") to grab a rickety old party bus nailin' the latest chart hits all the way to Sepilok orang-utan sanctuary just in time for feeding time.
We watched as they swung, ate and clambered among the trees with some cheeky Macaque monkeys joining in. We then tried to go and see the Proboscis monkeys, but we would have to pay through the nose to do so (geddit?).
In the afternoon when the sanctuary reopened we saw a baby orang-utan and its mother feed alone in hushed silence before getting the last party bus of the day home. It broke down halfway and it was then, and only then, our enthusiasm to hear Avril Lavigne waned.
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