When I said that one group of siamangs lives above our camp (to testify the eco-friendliness of the establishment), I meant it: this picture was taken from my “porch”. It would be lovely to sit there, sipping your tea, your legs resting on the rail, and leisurely collecting data on the PDA on your lap..The reality is that this group roams a nasty area (behind the camp), of steep gorges, slippery mud and deceitful thorny bastard plants, so usually when you pass by the camp is to frantically ask if anybody has seen bloody Micheal (the spirited young male who runs around singing away from the group)...
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