From our first day at Khao Sok we had wanted to experience some
proper trekking, off the tourist trails heading deep into the jungle. As luck would have it, our tattoo clad, bamboo canon friend was one of the best guides in the area. We let him sober up
for a few days after new year and then arranged to go for a 2 day trek with
him, Sah, and his friend, Joe.
We carried spare clothes, water, a hammock and blanket each and we
let them carry the food! The first few kilometres of the trek took a path we’d
followed before along a tributary of the Sok river heading north into the
jungle. After a few hours we reached a
beautiful waterfall with a deep plunge pool full of carp with butterflies and
dragonflies fluttering and whirring overhead. We couldn’t resist the pool, so
while the boys made a fire and cooked noodles for lunch we dived into the cool
waters to refresh and relax. This place looked and felt like a jungle paradise.
From here we switched from boots to sandals and followed the river
upstream to a confluence, there we took the left branch and waded further north
for another hour. We reached our
designated campsite around 3pm, collected wood for a fire, set up our hammocks
and fished in the deep pools using small fresh water crabs for bait which we
scooped out from under the rocks. We caught 3 beautiful carp for dinner and
cooked them over the fire on bamboo skewers, along with rice steamed in bamboo
sections, stir fried vegetables and red curry all served on bamboo plates. Then
coffee, instant unfortunately but you can’t have everything, presented in
bamboo mugs with a bamboo spoon – genius!!
After dark we donned headtorches and went out on a night walk to
spot animals and catch frogs for breakfast!! The trick was to see the light
reflecting in their eyes, then keep the torch straight at them to blind them,
approach and grab them quickly in one hand.
The boys were expert at this approach catching 7 or 8 in about an hour.
The frogs were large, similar in size to a bull frog and once caught were
popped into a sack carried by Sah. The other dish on the menu was snapping
turtle, extremely common in these waters but catching them can be hazardous to
your health. The mouth is beak-shaped and their jaws strong enough to remove a
finger with ease. Their shell is soft
and they spend most of their days buried in the sediments on the sides of the
river and under the overhanging banks. We weren’t keen on this particular dish
but the boys were insistent and within the hour had found and caught one of
these crafty creatures and popped it into the same bag as the frogs, which
caused some alarm to the already fearful frogs and it took some time for the
bag to settle down!
Unfortunately we didn’t see much life on the river, except what was
in the bag, we saw lots of spiders including some enormous tarantulas and
plenty of tracks including Tapir and Bison – these formidable creatures are
similar in size to the huge water buffalo of the African plains.
We settled down into our hammocks wearing clean clothes and our
trekking clothes drying next to the fire.
The night did get a little cold but the blankets were enough and despite
frequent awakenings due to the different noises coming from the bush we slept
well and were awoken to a dawn chorus from a number of gibbon troupes that
surrounded us in the dim light.
A breakfast of toast and marmalade followed by frogs legs
stew, most of which was eaten by the boys who despite their scrawny appearance each eat enough for 2 or 3 people! The turtle was spared, but only temporarily as it
was being taken back as a present for Joe’s mother who apparently was an
excellent cook!
Our 2nd day retraced our steps through the river back to
the confluence and then turned east and ascended the steep jungle slopes to the
top of the ridgeline around 500m above Khao Sok town. This climb was exhausting, following a 3
month old trail which could only be traced by following the machete marks made
by Sah all those weeks ago. It was incredible to watch them follow this jigsaw
of notch marks trimmed sapplings and shortened vines, always making fresh cuts
so they can find their way again. The jungle
cover is so thick that you can barely see 20 metres in any direction, loose the
trail and you're in trouble.
It took a good 3 hours to reach the ridge, slowed by the steep loose
terrain and thick bush that needs to be cleared by machete, the boys arms
tiring in the heat. On our descent from the ridge we’d run out of drinking
water so we drank directly from the large bamboo stem sections which were prolific on
the lower slopes and from the large vines that could be found everywhere.
We saw plenty of tracks, signs of more bison, porcupine, wild pigs, mouse deer, barking deer and elephants but unfortunately spotted little, partly due to the noise of
cutting through the foliage, the poor visibility and our distance from any
fresh water at the top of the mountain.
After another 5 hours we emerged from the jungle into a rubber
plantation around 1 kilometre from the town. In the fading light Sah’s father
drove out to meet us on his scooter with some much needed fresh cool drinking
water and a cheery smile. With aching limbs, scratches, bites and leech marks we both walked into our shower fully clothed and revelled in the hot
water!
Our waterfall wash, lunchtime on Day 1 of our Trek
The butterflies and sweat bees, a harmless small jungle bee with no sting, enjoyed our salt encrusted clothes which we left drying in the sun
Noodles for lunch served in quick to make bamboo plates
Sah navigating the upper section of the river keeping an eye out for pythons and turtles
Joe with the first frog for the breakfast pot
Chris trying his casting with a genuine bamboo rod in the deep carp pools of the river
Chris's first carp - a monster!
Flame grilled and smoked - delicious
Campsite for the night
Breakfast bamboo coffee mug - works a charm
Eagle-eyed Sarah spotted a family of Elephant Moths, 2 adults and 15 babies, perfectly camouflaged against the moss and lichen of the tree trunk
Sah forges his way up the steep valley sides
We trudge behind in his wake. Not much sunlight reaches the floor of the jungle, making photographing anything tricky business as the light is constantly changing. It really makes you appreciate the quality of Attenborough's work.
The view from the ridge top was limiting but you could catch a glimpse of distant hills through breaks in the foliage
Hunting for signs of the old trail
A cicada cask. These amazing insects spend up to 15 years living underground maturing, then near the end of their life they burrow to the surface and climb up the nearest tree. Once at a safe height they dig their sharp legs into the bark and undergo a final transformation emerging as a winged cicada. They fly off into the canopy to find a mate as a final act. Their casing is left attached to the tree, if you look closely you can see the split down the middle of their back. The cicada calls can be heard all day and night in the jungle, this is the male calling for a mate.
Everything here has spikes or stings or causes rashes, this innocent looking palm leaf when looked at closely in the right light is covered in barbed spiky hairs - ouch!
The intrepid explorers
Play spot the Sarah! I'm only 10 or 20 metres behind in these 2 pictures - can you see the trail?
A 'Monkey Ladder Liana" twisting its way through the tree tops
The ridge line in the background is the spur we descended back to town
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