July 1. Still in Malaysia.

Summer is well underway and we crash into a Malaysian July, about to leave the northern hemisphere and turn things around. My memory of this day is faded, but I think we have visited an huge cave complex, photographed the golden statue with restless pigeons swarming around it. And the stray monkeys clambering on the stairs and swinging their way between the lenses that try to capture them, especially the ones that carry a baby. Inside the cave it is dripping and humid. Yes, that must have been it: a visit to the Batu caves just outside Kuala Lumpur. Or did we visit the informal school for Myanmar refugees. That is an interesting story as well. The Malaysian government is not doing enough to support them, and even with UN refugee status, their lives are far from easy. We support a privite initiative by an amazing young woman with bright sapphire eyes. It’s either of these two things, or both, that I have done on august first.

July 1. Still in Malaysia.

Summer is well underway and we crash into a Malaysian July, about to leave the northern hemisphere and turn things around. My memory of this day is faded, but I think we have visited an huge cave complex, photographed the golden statue with restless pigeons swarming around it. And the stray monkeys clambering on the stairs and swinging their way between the lenses that try to capture them, especially the ones that carry a baby. Inside the cave it is dripping and humid. Yes, that must have been it: a visit to the Batu caves just outside Kuala Lumpur. Or did we visit the informal school for Myanmar refugees. That is an interesting story as well. The Malaysian government is not doing enough to support them, and even with UN refugee status, their lives are far from easy. We support a privite initiative by an amazing young woman with bright sapphire eyes. It’s either of these two things, or both, that I have done on august first.

June 30. Forest Voices.

Remember the day I shouted to the man, whose lean and clean English intimidated me so  much, because I mistakenly thought I had lost the ticket and he wouldn’t let me on the bus? It happened yesterday, it happened through my conscious mind, it keeps happening as temper is hard to overcome.

Meeting and dinner with Noah and Michael. We have a good conversation and I come up with the jolly idea to call my brother Caspar, who is a forest ecologist working in Sarawak. Since Noah is documenting indigenous knowledge of the people in Sarawak, I thought it would be a great idea to hook them up. I pull in my legs and listen to the skype conversation where Noah and my brother drop insider terms and I feel proud in a strange but pleasant way.