JungleLife by Kat 
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Indonesia. Rahcmat paddles his small wooden canoe up the narrow tributaries of the mighty Kampar River, tall dense walls of thick jungle tower on either side of him, with sounds of chirping birds and the high pitched cry of a fish eagle. Slowly, he paddles his way towards the tall reeds to retrieve his fishing trap. The local fishermen drop their fish traps amongst the tall reeds, checking their catch each morning…. Read More
Sumatra, Indonesia. How do we protect the wild places that still breathe around us?How do we ensure that forests remain green, rivers run clear, and the voices of wild creatures continue to echo through the trees? Perhaps the answer begins not in grand declarations, but in moments. She arrived at the rehabilitation sanctuary as a young tiger, thin and injured. One of her paws had been badly damaged, and she carried the… Read More
Sumatra, Indonesia. The older boy, short and chubby, seemed the leader of the group. He smiled and waved at me, “Selamat Pagi Bu,” good morning mam. “Selamat Pagi, Apa Kabar,” good morning, how are you? I replied. “I am good,” he replied. “What’s your name,” I asked. “Yogi,” he replied. He sauntered over to me, three younger children in tow. Their smiles never leaving their faces. The older boy took my right hand, and bowing slightly touched the back of… Read More
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