Into Taman Negara - Kuala Tahan
I could have left my bike behind and taken the river ferry, but the
road beckoned. Palm oil plantations lined much of the way,
monotonous and endless, until finally the forest emerged. Ancient,
dense, and alive, it whispered of its 130-million-year history.
Kuala Tahan was the gateway to Taman Negara, and I joined a night
walk into its depths. The trail was tame, more suburban than wild,
yet the forest’s sounds—crickets, frogs, unseen creatures—were
enchanting. I thought of Africa, of wilderness unbounded, and felt
both nostalgia and gratitude. Even here, in Malaysia’s cultivated
landscape, the forest still sang.