Stripe-throated Bulbul - Pycnonotus finlaysoni
I am surrounded by Bulbuls where I live in Dubai so its hard to get excited about these birds. This is a handsome enough species though common to this part of South-East Asia from Vietnam down around to Singapore and up into parts of China and Myanmar. I'd see these birds round the gardens at the lodge in Taman Negarra.
My life outside of stomping along jungle paths and floating down the river in my motor propelled dug out tree consisted mostly of eating, trying to keep up with work with a very tenuous internet connection and then in the evening gently getting inebriated and then staying up far too late taking photographs of the local moths - "Moth Partee". They deserve a longer post in themselves but the general idea was to turn on the light on my back porch, head off for a big spicy dinner with several beers and then to return and try to see juts how many species of moth could be captured on film. Some epic "Partee" went on into the small hours - testing different configuration of lens, tripods and cameras.
Butterflys were certainly another draw - you didn't have to stray far from your table at the restaurant to capture some beautiful images.
Some days large flocks would gather at the edge of freshwater puddles to feed.
The music though again in the restaurant would drive me mad. They had one tape lasting about 90 minutes that went round and round. "Blue Blue my life is blue. Blue is my world when I'm without you". If you have ever had a naff song seared into your brain over a dozen meals by perhaps working in a restaurant then you will know the torture. I just have no concept of how they found these songs ? Were 60's euro-hits somehow de rigeur in jungle lodges in Malaysia. In a Stockholm syndrome type transference I spent a long time identifying and locating the various sh*t pieces of music that were inflicted on me in this solitary mix tape. I know the full history of "Love is Blue" ("L'amor est bleu") as a recorded work eventually identifying a country and western version by Marty Robins that I preferred to the more classic Al Martino version. It was of course originally a euro vision song contest ditty. I even listen to it (in numerous versions) at the gym and I use it as a soundtrack on my holiday slide show. The descent into madness while traveling alone has its own soundtrack.
To brighten things up I have to give a big tick to Malaysian food. Nasi Goreng became my staple. Rice usually chased down by a half dozen little side dishes of salty anchovy sauce, peanut satay and the like. Chilled beer, euro-trash and spicy food and butterflies. Not all bad.
I stopped short of ordering the local golden river perch delicacy. Given that I had seen signs for a fish conservation area and that the restaurant required 24 hours notice to lay on the perch banquet I thought it probably best to avoid.
Stripe-thoated Bulbul, Pyconotus finlaysoni
Taman Negarra National Park, Peninsula Malaysia
9 June 2016