A break from words

This was the first vacation for years when I did not carry a laptop and a book to translate. I thought Borneo deserves my undivided attention - and I was right, of course. What's funny is that I did not even really got into reading any of the books that I carefully selected for this trip and carried with me. From a thinking/reading/analyising/criticizing empty shell I went into a sensory being. Waking up in the morning to the unmistakeable calls of gibbons. Following an orangutan with her baby for hours. Plucking leeches off my different body parts. Rendered speechless at the sight of 50-60 metre tall trees. Getting muddy, exhausted and achy after strenous walks in the forest. Falling asleep at the sounds of a dozen different frogs. Just being.