sorry, only google translate…
Now it was time. The tour in the jungle, for which we had taken 2 days for arrival and departure in purchasing, should start. Here again the advantage of traveling in the low season, we were only with a couple from Munich and a Dutchman and our two guides on the way. In the high season there should be tours with up to 27 tourists. The disadvantage of the low season, it is rainy season and accordingly promised to be slippery and dirty, combined with the constant hope that the rain shower in the afternoon we haunt only in the jungle camp. But now first in order.
First we went through some rubber plantations in the direction of the National Park. Had we been worried the day before no orangutan to see, they should be crushed after 15 minutes. The first two orangutans were already waiting for us in the plantations, and then also mother and child. That started well.
However, our guide told us directly that the two of them are somewhat more aggressive contemporaries, who – caused by the constant feeding of tour guides – try to steal tourist backpacks or to take as hostage for food. The company, which we had chosen after a long research, promised not to do exactly that and the two leaders also stuck to it. However, 3 out of about 40 tour operators are of course only a drop in the bucket and the monkeys try it again and again, of course. They penetrate as far as the land of the rubber farmers, who shoot them partly simply 
. Our leaders then tried to lure the orangutans back into the jungle behind us to spare them such a fate.
Arrived in the national park first a small shock, because the first 30 minutes we ran constantly in some completely inappropriately dressed (mostly Chinese) groups with flip flops. Fortunately, these were probably only for a short guided walk into the park, because after the first climb, we were almost alone in the jungle … oh yes and already saw the second group orangutans, again mother with child, but this time even with the associated father.
And then we were also in the jungle and as promised it was mushy and slippery, but also just incredibly peaceful and beautiful. During the next 4-5 hours of trekking we saw another 3 orangutans and a variety of macaques, one of them even tried to steal our lunch with our guide and almost fell from one after a rather violent outburst of rage Breaking branch 
After a last and at the same time quite challenging (because wet and muddy) descent, we reached our camp. At least we thought … Because actually it was first called “shoes off” to wade again about 300m through a stream. But then we actually made it and after we made ourselves comfortable in our wooden hut (where shelter is probably the better word), we jumped first in the stream to refresh ourselves – and after about 6 hours hiking at around 30 ° C and 95% humidity at least the coarsest sweat from the skin to wash 
Incidentally, it also started to rain directly …
After the cat wash there was dinner and our guides again exceeded themselves. We were – in addition to the obligatory rice – seven different dishes served and we felt more like in the restaurant and not in the middle of the jungle. After that, stories and jokes were exchanged with fresh ginger tea and campfire for about 2 hours before a few well-deserved surprisingly quiet hours of sleep awaited us.
After breakfast the next morning we went (of course) back up the mountain, which we had slipped down the day before, but when we reached the top the next triple orangutan sighting was waiting for us. As you can see again, without sweat no price (and from the first there was really enough … )
After a short fruit refreshment waited then still the horror of the local tour providers on us. Mina, an orangutan lady who has reportedly already hurt more than 100 tourists and leaders due to her aggressive behavior. The story tells that she was rescued from a kind of animal show a few years ago, and trying to outwit her again went awry, which is why she regularly “attacks” tourist groups. How much of this is true is difficult to assess, but in any event, one of our guides tried to distract them with food until we were several hundred yards away. That alone shows that there is at least a grain of truth in the stories, because although our leaders strictly kept the feeding ban, there was no discussion at Mina.
Then the last (and again very exciting) descent was waiting for us, which brought us back to the Bahorok River about 4 hours after the departure in the morning, passing two small waterfalls. There, the last highlight of the tour waited for us, because it did not go back on foot, but on swimming tires across the river. Thanks to the rainy season and the flow in the river, which was not to be underestimated, the whole fun lasted 15 minutes until we got out in front of our guesthouse.
The next morning we went back to the airport at 6 o’clock to not miss our flight back to Kuala Lumpur at 12 o’clock.