... a colugo at nightfall, wrapping the trunk of a tree in its dermal flap; a Bornean slow loris in a muddle of leaves and the unmistakable eyes of another much further away; a small-toothed palm-civet searching for fruit; and, before dusk, a great-billed heron in a tree, its great bill a silhouette against the day's fading light.
Just as I finish this post I can hear smooth-coated otters calling in the river below the lodge.
Good place Tabin.
Five drives to go.
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