fishes in the stream

Where Papa went (near Gunung Besar Hantu) , up the reaches of the river (name already forgotten), the water was crystal clear and not much more than a stream. Lots of fish playing under the dappled shade of the trees overhanging the brook. A gunny sack of Kelah was sitting in the waters, must have been caught by the campers nearby. Loads of bees and a lone black butterfly sitting on the salt licks of the gravel stones on the riverbank . All very friendly , Papa could get within inches of the single butterfly and the bees.

Papa hasn't figured out whether Gunung Besar Hantu means Big Ghost Mountain or Loads of Ghosts Mountain. But at close to 5000 feet, Papa does not intend to climb it. This is a beautiful place, maybe because it is little known and barely accessible, you have to use a 4x4. to get to this area. Papa may return to this place, but in the meanwhile Papa has a ship to catch next week.