Fauna es Loco en Tangkoko

Searching for wildlife in the jungle can sometimes feel like an exercise in futility. You're guaranteed to hear all kinds of critters scampering about, flying around, buzzing incessantly or lunging from tree to tree. But a lot of the time, you don't see jack. Sure, you hear it, but when has it ever been cooler to hear a kingfisher instead of seeing one.

Look atta that! Incredible to actually see a Tarsier up close and personal. This is a Spectral Tarsier (Tarsius spectrum), one of the smallest primates on Earth. This one is probably about 12-14cm. *** All photos can be enlarged by clicking on them.***

Alli and I have been skunked in the jungle more times than I can recall. Of course, some of it has to do with the fact we both honed our creature spotting skills in the Sonoran desert, a landscape and ecosystem worlds away from the SE Asian jungles we've been moseying though over the last year. Deserts are vast, panoramic; jungles ooze claustrophobia. Plants and trees grow every which way, blocking out sunshine. You can hike for hours, never once having the sun splash your face. 

One of at least 70 Sulawesi Crested Black Macaques (Macaca nigra) we saw in the troop. These monkeys, some of which have haircuts circa CBGBs in the late 1970s, are critically endangered. They're holding on in Tangkoko, the only solid patch of ground they got left.

In Dec. 2012 we spent 10 days in Gunung Mulu National Park in Sarawak, Malaysia (click here to read more about that trip). Half the nights there I ventured out solo to various areas on the prowl for nocturnal reptiles. My bounty? One night I found a gecko. That's like seeing a whiptail lizard in Arizona, deer somewhere in Maryland or encountering a bearded weirdo on Colfax Avenue in Denver. Everyday we were in the forest, but my critter count was on the low-low.

I love the sight of a pit viper early in the morning. This splendid Bornean Keeled Green Pit Viper (Trimeresurus subannulatus) was wrapped and perched on a meal, waiting for some breakfast to pass on by I think. Quite the pose I'd say.

Numerous times on Pulau Tioman I went searching. At night often times the only fauna I reckon I saw were the insects duking it out for the light emanating from my headlamp. In Flores, Indonesia, I heard all types of noise rumbling about in the leaf-litter, but my eyes never could connect. And so it goes. Like I said, the jungle can easily make you feel like an amateur.

Enter Tangkoko Nature Reserve, on the other end of the spectrum I've described above. Situated at the tip of northern Sulawesi, Indonesia, this park bestowed upon the Lady and I the most jungle wildlife we've ever seen in a day. Pure exhilaration. That it's known as an easy locale to spot critters helps. And when you have a crack guide, then your chances of getting skunked yet again nose dives. I think I've delayed divulging the 'loco fauna' enough. Here goes: tarsiers, Bear cuscus, endemic Black macaques and kingfishers, three species of snakes, hornbills, an owl family and a resplendent roster of birds: malkoas, mynas, woodpeckers and more. If you could care less about what I say for the rest of this post, at least peep our photos (also pretty amateur, but we try). These Tangkoko creatures are more than worth an eyeball scan or two.

The gang's all here, with the youngster on the end. This is a Ochre-bellied Boobook, or Hawk Owl (Ninox ochracea), one of Sulawesi's many endemic birds.

Our day started early, a smidge after 6am. We met Iwan, our guide for the day at our homestay across from the park's entrance. As our coffee cooled down, we pulled up our socks, tucked our pant legs into them and then applied an unhealthy amount of DEET infused bug juice to all surfaces from our lower legs on down. The quantity of DEET we sprayed is probably illegal in California. We did this to ward off a pesky bug, locally called 'gonones,' known to nibble on your feet and leave you scratching that area like it's the chicken pox. I didn't fumigate enough. A few days later my feet were yelling at my brain to scratch like a lunatic.

That guy needs some help maneuvering those roots.

Walking into the early morning forest was a breeze, as the sweltering Sulawesi sun hadn't got too up in the sky yet. No hills, or ups and downs, just flat. Pretty soon after arriving into the reserve, Iwan said we'll go drop in on a pit viper he recently found. Excellent I muttered. We already had taken a liking to Iwan. He's from Batu Putih (White Rock in English), the town we stayed in that abuts the reserve. He works on the Black macaque research project in the park, documenting the species' natural history and following around the young-ins in each respective troop to discern what they can.

One tarsier inside the large fig trees they usually call home. If you wanna see more of these bizarre creatures just scroll down below.

It was obvious from the get-go Iwan knew his local, Indonesian and global ecology and zoology. He was listing off bird species as they called, while dishing out interesting morsels of info on Black macaques, and resident snake species (after my insistent prodding). He was hands-down the most knowledgeable guide we've had in SE Asia. He took us on a whirlwind tour of the local fauna that day and afterwards there was no questioning his self-proclaimed 'eagle eyes.' Instead of myself just babbling on in chronological style, I'm-a-finish here. Just enjoy the photos of one of the only days where the jungle actually cooperated and the highlight wasn't just a kingfisher call. And if you find yourself in northern Sulawesi click here to contact Iwan.

Facin' with the morning pit viper. I love the blue and white lines.

All throughout the troop various Black macaques duos were grooming each other.

I'm not a mammalogist, but I think this female is ready to mate.

Uhhhhh... yeah, something's in the trees.

More grooming - it was amazing how close we could get to these monkeys.

Black macaques are critically endangered for all the typical reasons: habitat loss, human encroachment (living and agriculture) and over-hunting.

Like I said earlier, they got some pretty punk rock-ish hair-do's.

It's also interesting because while they're arboreal they have wee nubbin tails, just a few centimeters long.

We saw an endemic Knobbed Hornbill (Aceros cassidix) and all we have to show you are these two crappy photos! Basically they just prove we saw a hornbill, which is always a rollicking time.

This female hung out forever. Our necks hurt from scoping her through binoculars for so long. We were lucky on that front.

Third snake of the day (the second was an un-photograph-able Brown ratsnake way up in the trees) and spotted meandering about on top of leaf litter right after we left the hornbill. I love the laffy taffy green contrasting with the dead brown leaves.

The Red-tailed Racer (Gonyosoma oxycephalum) didn't stay curled up for long. This wide ranging snake found all over SE Asia hit the ground and disappeared quick into a hole in the ground.

Being a little kid in a tree.

Luckily I didn't fall down from inside. That would have ruined our Nepal trip.

Dang! Look at that old man descend those roots in style.

Another sweet endemic! The only decent photo we got of Bear cuscus, an arboreal marsupial. Sulawesi truly has some unique fauna and this one is a lovely example. Marsupials are usually found in the New Guinea countries and Australia, but since Sulawesi is a strange transition island (its directly east of Wallace's Line) all kinds of kooky stuff shows up.

Getting my post-lunch siesta on.

The owl family close up. They barely budged the entire time we were there.

First look at the Spectral Tarsier! This is an animal that you could say was on both of our bucket lists.

Nervously looking down upon our arrival.

Iwan might have tossed out just a few grasshoppers so the tarsiers would come down and say what up. I usually don't condone this, but, c'mon, it was glorious. I hope PETA doesn't get wind of this and go after Iwan.

Looking up and away for the moment.

This and the following 4 photos are my favorite procession of the day.

There is no questioning these are some weird creatures. They live in large trees in small social groups emerging an hour or a few more, before dusk. They then proceed to head out, jumping around and looking for insects and, occasionally, lizards to eat.

Show me those Will Smith ears! Which, along with their huge eyes, are potent weapons and very useful for a lifetime given to nocturnal hunting.

What's that? You wanna know more, here ya are: while their bulging marble-esque eyes are set in place they can rotate their heads 180 degrees enabling them to see all types of tasty future meals.

Check out the human-like hands and feet.

Tarsiers can also jump up to 6 meters (almost 20 feet).

Putting on a show for us. There were at least 5-7 individuals in this tree.

The cherry on top: about halfway through our time hanging out at this tree a small juvenile popped out. This tiny thing, maybe 4cm tall, was about two weeks old. That thing cray.

Iwan and Alli geeking out over some tarsiers. Hamin' it up.

The gorgeous and rolling black sand beaches of Batu Putih.

Almost One Year In (Part Two): Things We Miss

People by nature are creatures of habit. My piles of print media in any abode I've ever lived in can attest to this. After being gone so long (11 months and counting now) from our normal, everyday lives they're quite a few things Alli and I pine for that we can't find here. Or if they can be found, it's rare or just not the same.

The following is quite food heavy and, yes, obviously we miss family and friends, duh. This is actually the hardest part of being gone, missing people. This list is in addition to everyone we miss. I ranted on in my post from yesterday (found here) about a hodge podge of things Alli and I are glad to be done with in Asia, but below it's exactly the opposite. This list is comprised of things we would have loved to have on many occasions. For example, if Mexican food could stand up to international shipping conditions we would have asked for that care package many months ago.

It might not be a burrito but Kenny and I were pretty pumped for our Sonoran hot dogs in Cozumel, Mexico in Dec. 2011. Fry everything up! * All photos can be enlarged by clicking on 'em.

Burritos
I didn't think these Mexican staples would be so hard to say goodbye to. Southern Arizona, and obviously our neighbor Sonora, has some impeccable food: sweet pork tacos, greasy lard-filled tortillas, carne asada, tortas, the list goes on and on. But the standard burrito is sorely missed. This was Alli and I's go-to food: before the lab for her, on the way to track Gila monsters for me, and a cure-all hangover grease bomb for the both of us. Not to mention many a cheap dinner date. Yes, we've both separately had food fantasies about scarfing burros.

Live Music
I've always had a weakness for blowing money I didn't have on concerts. And I'll never regret that. Whether it was for bigger names like George Clinton or the Fleet Foxes, or one of the plentiful kick-ass local shows Tucson had on the regular it was well worth it (shout out to Scrilla Gorilla!), especially now that our live music attendance has ceased. I'd give anything to get on down and have the opportunity to throw my back out again. But I don't think Yo La Tengo or Big Boi will be playing Sulawesi anytime soon.

Sometimes it's hard for Alli and I to look at this photo cause there's just too much tasty cheese on it. If only it was simple to make homemade pizza with goat cheese, mozzarella and pancetta on it when traveling.

Cheese
Self-explanatory. You just can't find it here often. Processed American cheese slices don't count. That's like saying you miss hearing rock 'n' roll and then someone says "Hey, listen to this!" while handing you a Nickelback CD.

If you can't tell Alli (and myself) were quite excited for this bag 'o' pizza "topping" we found in Kuching, Malaysian Borneo. We even made an elaborate pasta since the cabin we were staying at had a kitchen. Unfortunately after checking the ingredients docket, we found out 49% or so of this "topping" was filler, and what was in that filler, we do not know. Probably sheep's grease or something else utterly appetizing.

Bicycling
I pedaled Blue Boogie all over Tucson. When I got my sweet bike trailer I was then able to cart around caged snakes, small pieces of furniture, cases of beer, even our cat Polly. While we had motorbikes at the turtle project on Tioman it just ain't the same. Juara's the perfect size for a couple of bitchin' road bikes and hopefully when we return this spring Alli and I will be rocking 'em. And if we're lucky the salty sea air won' t turn them into creaky piles of rust too soon (see entry below).

Noah and I looking fresh to def before the last Urban Assault Ride Alli and I participated in before we left for SE Asia. Team Tie Die! Tornado tore it up. And Noah, we all still know you should have won that mustache contest.

Periodicals
A daily newspaper? Nope, but that's also because I'm way too American and don't know any other languages beside English. Magazines? A slightly overpriced National Geographic here and there, but I wasn't desperate enough yet to fork over $20 USD for a New Yorker. Time will tell.

Moments like this for me are unfortunately few and far between.

Refried and Black Beans
Slathered in a chimichanga, topped with cheese or straight out the tin in the field, I don't hate. Every time Alli and I wander into a supermarket we always check the appropriate isle, thinking, maybe this one place will smile down on us. I'm not one for dreaming of canned food, but Amy's Refried Black Beans have caused this. I think we're both going to ask our parents to ship some out. No joke.

Granola & Yogurt
This entry was a surprise to me. When Alli and I had one of our first conservations about what we missed, this popped out my mouth. Obviously the headiest, most crunchy hippie entry on the list, but tasty granola was always one of my favorite snacks. They have yogurt out here, but it's mostly a cup of sugar with a splash of yogurt. I might as well eat a doughnut instead. 

Not only am I raising the roof cause I dig living in the desert, but also because all the clothes I'm wearing in this photo are mold and rust free. Full journalistic disclosure: this desert here is Joshua Tree National Park. I never actually lived there. I did live in a city called Tucson, about five hours to the east though.

Mold & Rust Free Stuff
Living in the desert has its perks: ample sunshine, sexy sunsets, Tiger rattlesnakes, Sonoran hot dogs, and never having your possessions fall victim to mold or rust. To say it can be quite humid out here is an understatement. Almost all of my shirts, a few boxers and my favorite shorts already have accumulated an impressive abstract art display of mold. A few of the shirts look like a demonic kid sat down with a ballpoint pen, setting up the perfect game of connect the dots. Even my miniature medical kit and Alli's copy of David Quammen's Song of the Dodo are gathering mold. Being constantly sweaty doesn't help the cause. Rust is a steady creeper too, brandishing its image on my fingernail clippers, and book bag and fanny pack zippers.

Living on the ocean and up against the steamy, humid jungle (throw in some tropical rain too) does a number on your belongings. As I'm going to press the latest casualty of mine to bite it is the bathing suit I'm wearing in this photo. Mold is running rampant everywhere inside 'em. And it's too bad you can't zoom in better to the water pump I'm lugging out here, there was so much rust on this thing it was just one colossal tetanus infection waiting to happen. FYI: We're changing Jo's tank, the blind Green sea turtle that resides at JTP, in this photo. That's Alli up ahead with the hose.

Fresh Mushrooms
Too often it's the can variety out here, especially on Tioman. They don't even compare. I never knew it before I left the states but I'm a big fresh fungi fan. When you do find it in SE Asia it's yummy, especially the white fungi they sauté up in oyster sauce. But those canned shrooms are always lurking in the shadows, ready to jump into my fried rice or noodles, or even worse, trying to front like they're okay to be in fresh pasta.

Canned mushrooms all up in my spaghetts.

My Own Personal Coffee Maker
Sometimes I just wanna do it all by myself. One of my favorite morning rituals was grinding beans and brewing 'em up. I just can't get in the zone like I used to. Once in awhile I can do it when we're traveling, but it's not the same. I don't think any other guests want to see a grown man making coffee while singing Prince's "Take Me With U" in the kitchen commons. Some people just don't appreciate Prince's funky jams enough in the A.M.

While I take my afternoon Milo making very seriously, it just doesn't compare to making a strong cup of black coffee in the morning.

I figured I'd end another blog with a jolly Alli and her afternoon tea. This cup was enjoyed on the deck of our homestay, right outside Gunung Mulu National Park, Sarawak, Malaysian Borneo.