It was thick rainforest, humming with life, but to reach it we had to walk through what I can only describe as an open wound.
Nina joined an expedition camping in Bornean Rainforest and writes about the privilege of spending a night in the canopy.
I’m going to climb a tree to 80 metres. That’s pretty high. Higher than the Leaning Tower of Pisa, at 56 metres. Higher than Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square, at 51 metres. Just 13 metres short of the Statue of Liberty. But I’m not just going to climb that high, pee my pants and climb …
Searching for salamanders is like playing biology bingo- overturning rocks and wet logs you could find a dangerously bright millipede, a waxy, white grub as big as your thumb or- if you get lucky- a small, endangered salamander.
Anyone who has ever camped in Britain will know- taking down your tent in the rain is tricky. However, taking down your tent when it is suspended from a tree hanging over a swollen river in the rain is… something else.
A night under the hexagonal bubbles of the rainforest biome in the Eden Project.
These people never lose their accents, and remain convinced that Zimbabwe is the most beautiful place in the world, regardless of the trouble they’ve had living there.
Why do birds have such bright colours and dramatic mating displays? Take the lilac-breasted roller, a bird with bright purple plumage and electric blue under their wings, who fly high in looping circles before tipping backwards in the sky and stalling their flight, resulting in backward rolls through the air.
When I say Queen, wipe out any romantic image you have of the beautiful mistress of the Kingdom, the Khaleesi-like war queen who masterminds the movements of her troops and plans to conquer the Seven Kingdoms. The Queen of a termite colony is an obese lump of eggs whose sole purpose is to push out thousands of eggs every single day, unable to move, while her workers constantly feed her royal jelly.
Does this track have a dewclaw, or is that just a bump in the sand? Is that the sound of a car being locked, or the call of the crimson breasted shrike?