Babirusa of Malenge Island In the morning of May 21, 2025, I found Coco lying on the ground just two meters behind my morning meditation bench at the corner of the west cliff, where he sometimes slept on the dry grasses and leaves I had laid. He seems have chosen that spot as his last…
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Drone for fighting the loggers and reef bombersConcerned about my safety, Dr. Jane Goodall got me connected to Andrea Crosta, the founder and executive director of the Earth League International (www.EarthLeagueInternational.org). Andrea generously sent me some money for buying a drone and I am very grateful to both of them because the drone would help…
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I have to accept the reality of life that at dusk we lose our fitness. I haven’t visited the animals in the forest for two years because doing it by myself with my reduced fitness is not wise. Luckily they now come visiting our home, the babirusa and macaques. To keep them close to us,…
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“Be careful, Doctor. They will throw the bomb at you,” Ureg, a local young man, said to me. He was talking about my driving the reef bombers away in front of my bay, around 800 meters offshore. I was at the pier of Papan Island when suddenly Up said, “It was the Kabalutan people who…
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“I am just a weak human being,” I said. “If disturbed, I would react.” He looked at me thinking how to react to my threat. Half an hour ago at home I heard piercing rumbling from the west. I am familiar with the sound; it’s heard in any place where the forest still remains. And…
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TRAILS In the first half of 2019 I did not spend much time in the forest due to the preparation of eye treatment in Germany and being in Jakarta and Germany for around three months. On returning I re-cleared the bird valley and the covered trails of its creek and hung a bamboo ladder on…
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We were still reading our ebook readers on bed when we heard the shriek of a chicken from the library. We looked at each other and uttered, “Snake!” And we leaped from the bed. Grabbing the torch hanging on the doorpost, I opened the front door slowly. It was dark outside. Except for the faint…
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Forest With some help from a number of tourists, I have cleared more trails around Bird valley; the ridge trail is now connected to the creek trail. If we follow this loop trail, we will see three big and beautiful strangler fig trees—the keystone species of the forest. In November 2018, I was lucky to…
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“Let me do it, otherwise we’ll never have it,” I said with exasperating tone. Meidy insisted on finding a carpenter albeit we had offered the job to a number of them and all turned it down. One of them said that $400 was too little for building the DoLittle Center. The offer is actually above…
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Forest Trail Because of my poor health after the eye operation in June 2017, I did not work on the forest trail for about two months. Realizing that I am not as fit as before the operation and I know there is a group of macaques (named Hanoman group) living around my home, I started…
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The Wildlife For one year I have not seen any babirusa around our home and along my trails, but some people reported they saw some at the west region—has not been penetrated by my trails—of the island. The macaques and monitor lizards are also decreasingly seen around. I have no doubt that the dogs, feral…
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“Doctor, have you ever eaten Napoleon fish?” Upik the fisher asked me. “Not yet.” Napoleon wrasse is an endangered species and I do not eat endangered species. The adults could reach 2 meters and 180kg (Wikipedia). “May I see it?” He pointed to the floor of his canoe in front of him. It was about…
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“Is there any discount for doctor?” I said, “I am a doctor.” I could see he was surprised and then looked at my medical record lying in front of him. “Oh, ya, Doc,” he looked embarrassed. He had just explained to me the anatomy of the eye using an eye model and even asked me…
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The sky was murky and somber and the sea stormy and misty when I came down from my hill garden. The waves that crashing against the shore splashed drops of water to the roots of coconut trees, and some of them landed on the grass beyond. I gazed at the ocean and, to my surprise,…
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“. . . Jane Goodall has $1500 to send. . . .” The sentence in one email from Mary Lewis, the assistance of Jane Goodall, to my wife Meidy aroused the remembrance of my feeling seeing the awakened patients of mine from prolonged deep coma caused by cerebral malaria in Papua. Finally I found the…
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“I felt someone watching my back while I was planting the seeds in the hill garden. I turned around. Guess, who was watching me?” Meidy stared at me with a teasing smile. “The woody.” There were a pair of woodpecker pecking on one of coconut trees two weeks ago. “Wrong.” “Tommy?” It is the next-bay…
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“Thirty-one,” Meidy replied to my question on the balance of my bank account. “Thirty-one?” I was confused, either she might have not had heard my question well or I misheard her answer; the boat engine next to our right side was very loud. We were on the way home from Plank Island—the tourists of Togean…
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Forest trail I finished the first loop trail so that we do not have to take the same trail on returning home. It is 5000 meter long, and took me about 200 working days to complete the loop—the daily progress is between 10 m and 50 m, depending on the density of the scrubs or…
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Desire nothing and ready to die. Every morning, sitting in the nirvana—the tip of the west cliff—I recall these words. I am not thinking of committing suicide, albeit easy to do so: just jump over the edge and the big coral-reef below will break my head. Ready to die is different from wanting to die,…
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About three meters before he reached the trail peak, I shout, “Look at your left, Victor.” The Spanish tourist did so and said “Wow!” Almost all tourists exclaimed the same word when they see the gigantic fig tree at the end of the trip. With the deforestation is so rampage in Indonesia, gigantic trees are…
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