An eerie call penetrates the mist. Gibbon calls, echoing across the lake, otherworldly, reminding me just how elusive this solitary forest dweller is. Peering across the glassy water into the forest lined banks I try to spot movement in the swirling cloud. The lake goes on for miles, interrupted sporadically by soaring karst peaks, topped with impenetrable forest. Here creatures such as gibbons, the slow lorris, gliding lizards and some of Thailand’s last wild tigers roam. This morning they’re hidden in the swirling mists, but somehow that’s ok – After a breakfast of fresh fruit and banana pancakes outside my floating bamboo bungalow I’m off to find at least one of them!
– Sara Barnes