Only two more days left before I leave here and head off to the island of Bunakan for a few days of snorkelling and long lie-ins. Until at least 7am!
Tomorrow night I am taking the vols out to the fish market restaurant for a farewell dinner.
The long process of packing has begun. Some things I will will be leaving behind. But what? My boots certainly, they have worn away and fallen to pieces. I have glued the soles back on and they may just last the final two days, but they are now beyond repair. There is a poncho that was never much use and a no longer white tee shirt that can go.
I have picked up more books and DVDs and a few little oleh-oleh so I need to make space.
Now I know I'm leaving I suddenly feel very tired. Partly because of the heat and humidity and partly because I can now allow myself the luxury of tiredness as I only have two more upat5 mornings ahead.
The last couple of days I have gone for a walk before 5am in the hope of seeing some of the shyer animals and birds that live in the forest around the Lodge, but I have seen only a cat and a chicken.
I have heard the tarsiers though and some strange bird calls that may have been nightjars, almost impossible to see here but I did see them on the dusty tracks in Cat Tien Park in Vietnam.
Here is Hanuman an albino crab eating macaque. An odd monkey, slightly neurotic, he shakes the wire and sways form side to side when being fed,
In a disturbed rather than an aggressive way. He is among those animals that can never be released in to the wild and will spend the rest of his life in Tasikoki.
So poor Hanuman will never get to see Shri Lanka and fetch mountains from the Himalayas.C'est drôle toutes ces prisons as Francoise Hardy pointed out.