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The Tioman jungle in southeastern Peninsular Malaysia is a protected nature park. Dense, almost impenetrable, it covers most of the island.
Let's hope that the airport opened by the Berjaya hotel company and Tioman's recent "duty free zone" status will not upset the situation ... But I'm not optimistic about it.
This Friday, I decide to do as Muslims and rest. After three days of non-stop dives, I want to dry a little!
So I rent a bike to go to the village of Tekek, where live most of the real islanders, the families of fishermen and small merchants in majority.
To leave "my" beach, you have to cross a mini-hill via a small staircase. Carrying the bike to cross these few steps is not a big effort, but it is enough to put me in swimming. Malaysia, the country where you never dry ...
Under the guise of trees shading the path here, marauding monkeys are watching me approach. Gently I put the bike to take the camera out.
But they are wary and return illico to hide in the branches.
The day I arrived in Tioman, I was amazed by my meeting, on the way to the beach, with two huge lizards. When I say huge, I do not exaggerate: those of Perhentian Kecil are little lizards of nothing at all, compared to those crocodile-like behemoths who fled before me with surprising agility for their clumsy walk of antediluvian amphibians.
They did not have time to take a picture of them. But the monkeys, once perched on their branches, are less shy, and I manage to take some shots.