The spirits of the forests sang to me…
Day 3
Its the last day here for half of us. After having our breakfast, we will be leaving while the other half will stay for one more night to go to Lata Berkoh, a picnic site further upstream. It was supposed to be a very enchanting place, judging from pictures of them – going up the narrow river, where tree brances arches over the water, as though protecting it from the outside world. Within the banks, seem to lie an even more mysterious world, where it must have been so long since human walked among it that the forest spirits are still dreaming their dreams from ages ago. But not this time. Hopefully, I will come back someday and see this beauty for myself, to get to know more of this ancient treasure, to once again nourish my body and soul, drawing strength from the beauty and wonders within the depths of one of the oldest forests in the world.
As I leave on a boat, back to my ghastly abhorrance of eye-sore metropolitan existence, I take my last glimpses of this forgotten beauty. It is a heaven of untouched beauty. My heart felt heavy and tears starts to well up in my eyes. Its like I truly belonged here, but for now I had to go. In my soul, I can almost hear the spirits of the rainforest sing their song to me. Makes me wanna say, the hell with civilisation, I’m going back to the wilderness. I will miss it for sure, and I hope to return again someday, hoping that it will still be there for me…
