Spicy notes from a journey.
Bitácora: or more precisely, cuaderno de bitácora, is the log book in which sailors write down atmospheric and astronomical observations, as well as any notes worth mentioning about the journey.
Curry: a mixture of spices.
Bitácora + Curry = Bitácurry
Friday, January 11, 2013
One Jungle, One World
The boat from Bandar Seri Begawan to
Bangar, the gateway to the Temburong District, was a thrilling ride, but once I
got there, the town was empty.It
was midday Friday and everyone was off to the mosque for prayers. I just
started walking down the road.I
had no clue of where I was off to, but I just started to walk.
Clouds let loose a light drizzle so I
cover my bag and walk on.To my
left a few houses; large trees with a bounty of fruit, orchids, a spectacle of
color adorns their yards.What
would be exclusive and posh in the world of concrete is just a common sight
when you conserve, preserve and respect the natural habitats that surround you.
This stretch of Brunei is one of the best-preserved and unspoiled tropical
rainforests that remain on the planet.Here in Borneo, as has been the case in many other parts of our planet,
most of the forests have been leveled by brutal logging and palm oil
plantations that fill up the pockets of the few at the expense of all of us.
Everywhere you turn you encounter untamed
wild. Green.I want to see how it
feels to walk inside.I look over
my shoulder to the right to see a road that invites me in.As I’m making my way down this road, I
notice a small footpath leading into the forest.I slowly make my way in and lightly tread a few meters from
the road.I am greeted by the
majesty of wilderness.
Dense mulch, an organic carpet teeming
with life and vitality covers the floor to supports the massive columns that shoot
up in search of light.Ferns and
fungi, creeping vines and tiny crawlers, six-legged creatures shuttering in the
dense humid air, a palpable balance permeates what seems like chaos.Every last molecule feels in place, all
part of a much larger sphere of life, which is to be experienced but never
fully understood.Life is to be
As I look up at the sky, my mind starts
trippin’, a tear drops my eye.As
others were doing at that exact moment of the day, I am doing the same, I am here
to pray.Pray that this remains
after our existence.After all,
this is the house of God.Why would you destroy it?