Mangroves

(Continued from last entry...)

Our 'taxi driver' dropped us off at the beginning of the boardwalk into the mangrove forest. As I said, the rain was easing off a bit. However, pretty much as soon as he drove off, and around about the time when we realized that we were the only people there, the rain decided it hadn't quite finished after all.


Fortunately there was a shelter. We decided to wait in the shelter for the rain to stop, or at least to stop being the sort of rain that requires goggles and a snorkel.


From the shelter we could see the beginning of the boardwalk. I tried to take a picture of the boardwalk, and got some interesting effects.


Eventually the rain eased off enough for us to venture into the forest. It was very damp in there, and quiet, and sort of spooky.




As the rain lessened and stopped, we started hearing beautiful birdsong. I tried and tried to see the bird, and after a lot of staggering around with my head tilted back, managed to see one, washing itself. Or perhaps drying itself. The pictures aren't very good, but perhaps someone can identify it and tell me what it is and whether it was the bird responsible for that wonderful sound. I'm afraid it looks rather like a small pigeon, but you never know. Maybe it's a clever disguise.




In any case, I am fairly sure that this hairy bloke was not the one we heard singing.


The mangrove forest was weird and interesting and beautiful, and I would definitely visit there again. The only drawback was that it was almost the only place we visited in Malaysia where there were no food stalls and no transportation. We ended up using what had become the day's routine form of transport; we walked to the main road and found another impromptu taxi driver.

Convenient, isn't it? Malaysia has people who become taxi drivers when they see you coming. And they don't even overcharge very much.