After so much nature in Malaysia, to jungle treks, wildlife viewing, river trips and fantastic dives, we decided now to know at last better, which was in Borneo so far been neglected - the people. So we booked a stay in a traditional Iban longhouse, by bus and boat about 5 hours away from Kuching, Indonesian 
close to the border. Now you probably think of dangerous head hunters, mysterious jungle, hunting with blowguns and longtime tribal wars ... well, which was so many decades ago, but life in the longhouse has adapted over time. There is electricity, telephone and European toilets. Man wears Adidas-shirts is, Christian faith and Beckham has poster on the wall. But there are a large feature containing it: the Iban still live in Langhaeuser. Langhaeuser are (surprise, surprise) long houses, where up to 25 or more families living under one roof. 
this long walk from the huge common room (see photo), in which the largest part of everyday life takes place, smaller apartments for individual families is off, slept in them and cooked (and hang the Beckham poster). For the tourists was built right next door an extra guest house, of course, in long and with lots of small boxes for mattresses and mosquito nets. Once we and our guide Paul for the first time the very 
getting used queen of Asian fruits - the durian had tried directly from the tree (tastes like sausage with mashed potatoes), we were introduced to the long house everyday. We got almost a leadership, saw our first human skulls, which are still kept there for decoration and met the former, charismatic chief of the county, who has since been succeeded by his son. This still had the traditional tattoos on his throat, arms and legs (shows his warrior status) and could We even have a dagger 
presenti his grandfather, which is decorated with real human hair - with red (indicating a Europeans ...). For in that time, the Iban have cut off the heads of their defeated opponents, and hung them as a trophy and lucky charm before their front door. After dinner we went to the tourist part of the trip over, and some of the tribal members led against a whole horde mostly British tourists, the welcome dance in Iban traditonellen costumes, accompanied by rhythmic drumming. This was generous of self-burnt rice wine distributed to the crowd to get into the mood and pleasures of this are a common "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh" washed down. To the subsequent joint dance of the more embarrassing British group with the Iban We expressed our dear .... and remained after the 
event just a bit sitting in the nave, as all the others were already herausgestuermt. Our luck! Soon Paul was born with a great message to us: we were invited by the former Chief in his apartment to celebrate with some family members the first birthday of his great-grandson. Well fine, off you go. As we entered, was already a Christian church service in progress in which Surprisingly, exactly the same songs were sung in German services - just in Malay language. Even the "Our Father" we could have a say to the great delight of all. (At this point thanks to my former pastor's wife Lissner). After about 45 minutes service in the living room, was then cut into the cake and presented the gifts. 
also gave us, again with great joy of all, politely receiving monetary gifts, and were immediately invited to the subsequent (second, but this time authentic) dinner, of course, in the common room sitting on the floor. Froehlich and plenty of traditional food was served until about fish satay and fried rice noodles, to hot cocoa ... uh, yes. The men were separated from women and children and discussed vigorously until the first bottle of rice brandy made the rounds. And the second. Typical 
Malay there are per bottle, a glass from which all drink in turn. Somehow we have received these glasses very often and we soon learned the entire elite of the community know: the incumbent Chief, his son, his father, the priest and Sharman (see photo). Later during the night we said goodbye and fell into our, like Kathi described it so beautiful, horse boxes, when the power went out at 23:30. After breakfast the next morning 
we were trained a bit in wildlife survival. We learned that from the jungle leaves and tubers are edible, such as rubber is produced, how different size traps for animals (or people!) builds and 
how to use the famous Blowpipe (blowpipe) deal, which can with the Iban of 50 m Close kill small animals. We started first with 5 meters, and after a few tries, we met our first guava heart. Hah shot! Viable plant in the jungle! After we were allowed to watch a short, bloodless performance of a cock fight that has been banned since the beginning of the year in Malaysia, we climbed back into our long-tail boats, left so the nave to us to embark on the long road towards Kuching. A highlight was But still, the Semenggoh Nature Reserve with its associated wildlife rehabilitation center for orang utans. As attentive Blog readers do you think now likely: hmm, something she has yet visited in Sabah. Right! But this time we had really good luck. After the mass of Asian tourists had left the feeding place of the orang utans at which only a lone
Forest man was a distant prospect appeared, an excited Ranger came to us and directed us to a second feeding station. And there he was! Richie! The dominant males of the forest, 27 years old and nearly 200 kg, announced that by terrifying Baumschuettel abbrechgeraeusche-on and, as the T-Rex Jurassic Park shone in his red coat by the rich green leaves and hungry, he set about bananas and coconuts here ... only about 5 feet away from us. A colossus with impressive calm and dark brown eyes. Together with the Rangers, we even went down to 3 yards of him and hardly noticed that even a young orang utan mother with young emerged. We were very impressed for a long time and took many photos ... wanted the Rangers to go home. unglauebig Paul was also completely, "Girl, you're so lucky First celebrating with the Iban and now Richie shows up Unbelievable.." We also found.
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