First stop was the ‘Bat Cave’ or Gua Kelawar. Many other boats and tour operators were also crammed onto the small jetty. Construction was underway to expand the docking area. A short circuit walk allowed you to go through the cave where a few dozen bats slept lazily, then out onto boardwalks to see an ancient shell fossil and mangroves. A few macaques hung around in the trees near the cave’s exit, hoping to con some food out of the visitors. Weary, two young girls from our group were frightened by them, and took a lot of encouragement to continue on past them.
It was here that something almost unbelievable happened. A boat came in close to the beach with two couples aboard, the men dressed in white, the women draped in black. One of the men started yelling at us (I don’t know what language it) as well as making ridiculous sounds and hand gestures, similar to what you may associate with childhood games of a ‘bogey man’, like ‘boooollloooommmooggooo’ (if you can sort of imagine). As first I thought they knew our guide or others in our group and were having some fun. But then the boat sped past and then doubled back for the man to perform this moronic display again. After a quick circle close to shore, the boat sped off again. For a minute, none of us knew what to say. Shell-shocked by the absurd display, we slowly had a laugh about it, agreeing that the guy must be on drugs or crazy. I turned to J and had to ask him whether it had really happened. It was just so surreal. J and I mused that we hadn’t reacted quick enough, as we should have tried to video or take photos to prove that it actually had happened.
A sign at the entrance really struck me: