Imagine a string of jagged volcanic islands as a necklace of lushly green gems lying atop a deep blue sea with no blemish of human habitation. This is what greets us as we sail in to the stunning Komodo National Park in Indonesia.
We are in an area known as Wallacea, an isolated group of islands separated from both the Asian and the Australian spread of flora and fauna. Here evolved such unique spices as the clove and nutmeg—as well as the fierce Komodo dragon.
We’re about to set foot on Komodo Island to trek 90 minutes into the forest in quest of a dragon sighting. The government restricts island access and only guided tours are allowed. Over two thousand of the reptiles roam free to dine on local deer and wild boar.
We’re told strictly that we must stay closely grouped with the three rangers. They’re equipped with long forked sticks to ward off both Komodo dragons as well as the endemic hooded cobra and other venomous snakes. Naturally, two guests walk rapidly ahead and continually ignore that command.
Since dragons are highly attracted to the smell of blood, we’re also told no guests will be allowed ashore if they have open wounds or are menstruating. Next to us is an old woman in sandals sporting open, bloody blisters. “Oh, I thought of wearing a sock but my foot would get too hot.” Maybe we’ll see survival of the fittest at work.
Komodo dragons have a special way of killing. Their saliva is filled with an enormous variety of deadly bacteria. All it takes is one nip and the unlucky deer or boar slowly dies a week or two later from the infections. Then the body is scavenged by multiple lizards who smell putrefying flesh as well as they smell blood.
The jungle walk is hot and sticky. My shirt is soon drenched. The surrounding forest is filled with the sounds of strange birds, but we only occasionally catch the flitting image of wings flying overhead. We spot some deer in the distance, and note the signs of rutting pigs. But no giant lizards yet.
After about two kilometers up and down hills, in and out of shade, we approach a watering hole where lizards like to lay in wait for prey. We sight a group . . . about a half dozen . . . the biggest is about ten feet long and a couple hundred pounds. They eye us lazily (or maybe just the rangers with their sticks); their long forked tongues shoot in and out. We’re told these beasts can run fast, climb trees, and swim, but at the moment they seem as hot and indolent as we feel. They just plod in the sun. Not even the smell of a bloody foot seems to excite them.
But we find them fascinating. Even the always-talking Dutch have quieted down, and our wandering couple has drawn in closer to the group. We are in the presence of something primeval.
This will be our only encounter during our two-hour visit to the island. Other groups reported seeing some young dragons hanging out in a tree (where they hide from their cannibalistic parents), some near the beach (where they sometimes take a swim), and a few scuttling across the forested paths. But we’re happy with our group sighting. We have met and survived our encounter with the fierce dragon!
Robert is taking a breather today; stay tuned for his updates on the next post.
Next: One more stop in Indonesia before returning to Singapore and starting the route back to London.
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