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Looking Into The Eyes Of An Orang-utan
By James Chapman
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Our expedition party had finally arrived at the location that we had been directed to find. It was deep in the jungle and after we had travelled by jeep for nearly half of the way, we knew that the remainder of our long journey would have to be covered on foot.

Climbing down from our dusty jeeps, we first of all stopped to refresh ourselves with the water that we were carrying. The temperature was in the high nineties and the humidity level was also very high.

This meant that our forearms were constantly covered by a shimmering surface of water and so were our clothes, which made it appear as if we were covered in perspiration.

A short way along the jungle path we were met by our local guide, who had been specifically assigned to our party for this expedition. He was a very friendly, smiling individual with a big round shiny face and a similar shaped body to match.

His name was Lopi and he constantly chattered away to himself, even when he was not talking to us. He had spent most of his life, living in this jungle area and knew it like the back of his hand.

He greeted us all warmly and checked that everyone was alright and that we were all feeling fit enough to make the rest of our journey. Indicating our confirmation to him that we were, we then began to proceed on foot.