The canopy walkway at Borneo Rainforest Lodge.
Dawn in the mist. The morning sounds of gibbons.
Breakfast while watching a trogon, or a pygmy squirrel.
The ringing call of the Chestnut-necklaced Partidge.
The monotonous tone of the Black and Crimson Pitta.
The diabolical laughter of the Helmetted Hoirnbill.
|Looking down on the river|
|Looking down on the canopy and the walkway from far above in the tree|
I am privileged. I have been there. I have heard the sounds of the Bornean rainforest.