Orangutan in Indonesia

Orangutans and the Treehouse of Your Dreams

“Excuse me,” the unassuming man tapped me on the shoulder as I snapped a picture of the lush mountain rising in front of us. “My name Muslianto – your guide.”

I switched my camera off and turned around to shake his hand. It seemed difficult for him to pronounce the full version of my name, so I shortened it. “Rob,” I said. “You can call me Rob.”

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“You speak Indones-i-a?” he smiled.

I shook my head. “Maaf,” I apologized. “Do you speak English?”

“Little,” he smiled even wider, and motioned for me to follow him across the river.

The first couple hours of the hike into the jungle were strenuous enough that me and Musli, as I soon found out he liked to be called, didn’t say a lot. Then, we took our first break, which found us perched on the side of a high waterfall that emptied into a crystal-clear pool below.

 

“Swim here?” I asked, and made a swimming gesture.

“No,” he said. “Berbahaya – Indonesia word for ‘not safe.'”

“Dangerous?” I confirmed, and pretended to slice my own throat. “Die?”

“Yes,” Musli laughed. “Dangerous – die!”

This is how our communication began to develop – a little bit of Indonesian here, a little bit (well much more, to poor Musli’s chagrin) of English there. It moved slowly, to be sure, but by the time we arrived at camp, about three hours after we set off, Musli had already communicated the most important piece of information to me: That I could trust him.

I knew, as soon as I selected my Indonesia orangutan tour from Gunung Palung National Park, located in western Borneo, that I would be embarking on a trek called “Lubuk Baji.” It was only when I stumbled upon a campsite of the same name, which I only knew on account of the sign posted on its front side, what a delightful decision I had made.

 

Lubuk Baji is the treehouse you dreamed of your entire childhood, a two-story dwelling built right into the middle of the jungle, flanked to the east and west by small creeks, with a lush banana grove to its north. It is at once in the middle of everywhere and the middle of nowhere.

Lubuk Baji is not actually a treehouse; although it is surrounded on all sides by trees of every sort you could possibly imagine, it is built into the ground. And yet it is minimalist enough in its construction – and open enough it its design – that climbing up to its second floor gives the same impression that climbing any of the trees around it – and many of them are ideal for climbing – would do.

 

It was difficult to remember, after relaxing for hours with Muslianto’s home-cooked nasi goreng with fried tofu, chicken and tempeh, that the purpose of my trip was not to chill in the middle of the jungle, but to comb every inch of said jungle I could until I found what I’d flown all the way to Borneo to see: wild orangutans.

And I would need to scour quite a bit of the jungle before I saw my first orangutan.

 
 

“When Rob no see orangutan,” Musli said after our morning hike on the second day, which had brought us up to the magnificent Batu Bulan viewpoint and then back to camp, “Rob no happy.”

I shook my head. “No Musli, that’s not true. I am very happy. You showed me beautiful jungle and beautiful view. We saw macaques and gibbons.” I put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “I am very happy – very senang.”

 

And I was happy. Thing is, the prospect of seeing orangutans was far and away the number one reason I’d happily forked over 1.6 million Indonesian rupiah two days before, so of course my disappointment that we hadn’t seen any yet, with less than 24 hours to go, was probably manifesting itself on my face.

When Musli and I returned to Lubuk Baji, a Swedish traveler named Colin (as well as two additional guides named Santo and Ali) had come to join us. I chatted with Colin, who is only 20 but is already in the middle of his first six-month trip, as the guides prepared lunch.

 

“Of course we can all go trekking together,” I said. “Five pairs of eyes looking for orangutans is way better than two.”

Then again, five pairs of feet stray far more than two, especially considering that there aren’t any real “trails” around Lubuk Baji: You simply walk wherever the old-ish growth forest is light enough in its coverage for you to pass, looking out for spiders, wasps and ratan thorn wands to the best of your ability as you go.

 

Hati-hati,” Musli whispered back to me as we inched toward the lip of a ravine we hadn’t been to yet. I passed the message back to Colin, who passed it on down the line to Santo and Ali. Musli had also gestured that we should be quiet, in addition to being careful, although he hadn’t said exactly why.

It took both Colin and I several minutes to see the huge orangutan sitting in the tree in front of us. To our credit the creature, big as it might have been, was no less than 100 meters off in the distance; then again, Musli is nearly as old as both of us combined and he still managed to see it without a camera’s zoom lens to aid him.

 

Musli, Colin and I then sprinted for about a half hour, over relatively treacherous, extremely wooded terrain, only to find that the large orangutan had lifted itself up in the tree and out of sight – that was the bad news.

The good news? We spotted its baby, albeit at a vertical distance that was probably almost as long as the lateral distance that had previously separated us.

This is the most frustrating thing about choosing to see wild orangutans in Indonesia, as oppose to hitting up, say, Tanjung Puting National Park and seeing semi-tame ones: You will probably not get very close to the orangutans. Even if you do, as I did the morning of day three, you will likely have to contend with thick layers of foliage and condensation as you attempt to take acceptable pictures.

 

But to me, the trade-off of seeing wild orangutans in Indonesian’s Gunung Palung National Park is more than worth it. I’ve had as few experiences so satisfying as watching a majestic great ape swing 100 feet overhead as I’ve stayed places as wholly wonderful as Lubuk Baji camp.

And I have certainly never felt as thankful to a single person I met while traveling as I did toward Muslianto, who is truly a master of the jungle if one exists. He not only helped me see orangutans and became my friend in spite of a massive language barrier, but kept me completely safe in a place where I would almost certainly have injured or killed myself without him.

 

“Rob happy?” Musli asked as we exited the jungle into the durian groves near his home just outside of Sukadana, the town closest to Gunung Palung Park.

“Rob happy,” I nodded, although I was sad that my journey would soon be over. “Rob very, very happy.”

 

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Thomas Theodore Kaun February 10, 2014 at 12:56 pm

Thanks for this post, Rob. I really want to go here one day and your description of the trek gives me a good idea of what I might expect to see and do. I’ve met guides like Musli all over Indo and really appreciate what they do for their beautiful country.

Robert Schrader February 11, 2014 at 8:36 am

Yeah, he’s totally my idol. I hope you make it here!

Natha Kalimantan February 11, 2014 at 12:37 pm

weldone, Rob!

Robert Schrader February 11, 2014 at 6:07 pm

Thanks Natha! 🙂

Nia February 27, 2014 at 1:49 pm

Love the shot of the trees with fog! So beautiful!!

Robert Schrader March 3, 2014 at 7:46 am

It was even more beautiful to see!

Melia November 10, 2014 at 12:33 am

Oh, Rob.. you make me cry.. this post is so heartwarming. The story of finding orangutan, conversation between you and Musli. I just love this post!
I don’t even know you, but I think you’re really a good person. 🙂

Robert Schrader November 10, 2014 at 5:28 pm

Thank you Melia! That is an extremely kind thing to say.

Novi Thedora November 14, 2014 at 7:39 am

I’m so prouuuuud! I miss Lubuk Baji!! Thank you so much for posting this. I’m from West Borneo anw 😉

Robert Schrader November 14, 2014 at 9:52 am

Nice place 🙂

Kalim Hawkins August 12, 2016 at 3:17 am

Hey man, gotta say this guide has truly inspired me. I’m finishing my job and have some cash to play with. After reading of your travels in Indonesia I’ve booked a ticket from London to Jakarta and am embarking on the lubuk baji tour after emailing them. Hopefully my month in Indonesia will be as interesting and exciting as yours.

Mbakmae October 7, 2016 at 9:21 pm

Hi Rob. Thanks for sharing this experience. I smiled while reading it.

When you come again to Indonesia, you might want to visit Lamalera, an ancient whale hunter village in an island called Lembata. The village is one of ionly 2 places in the world protected by WWF to hunt whales, besides the North pole.

I think you may like it there.

Cheers.

Mbakmae October 8, 2016 at 12:41 pm

Thanks for sharing this experience. I smiled while reading it.

When you come again to Indonesia, you might want to visit Lamalera, the village of ancient whale hunters. This is one of the 2 places in the world where whale hunting is protected by the WWF, besides the North pole.

There’s barter market every Friday morning.

I think you’ll love it there.

Cheers.

Robert Schrader October 17, 2016 at 7:13 am

Thanks for the tip. I can’t wait to return!

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