When planning my travel itinerary in London, Nico and I had contemplated paying an adventurous visit to Borneo… in an attempt to tour the deep jungle and do some diving in Sipidan…to our own discontent, we decided against it… mainly in consideration of time and cost.
Had we gone to Borneo, we would have certainly invested in leech socks… as leeches love human’s blood in the depths of the jungle… but as we planned neither to camp in the jungly rainforests of Borneo or of Teman Negara in East Malaysia… we didn’t plan for them.
At the summit of our 2 hour 7 wells trek in Langkawi, Gustav noticed a blood-sucking creature on his foot. I looked at it… was convinced it was a tick… and thought to myself: thank God that’s not me… as I’d be screaming and pooing myself…
Seconds later, Gustav points at another blood-sucking creature on my foot… this time… it’s small, sluggish texture convinced me it was in fact a leech.
Nico and Jonathon put their survival hats on and reasoned about what to do. They had a calm, Swedish Gustav on the one hand – feeling more worried at the prospect of a tick than of a leech… and a not-so-calm, drama queen on the other… feeling worried at the reality that a leech was sucking the blood out of her foot.
Jonathon took out his new and beloved Zippo lighter and applied fire to both Gustav and I’s ailments. The leeches responded by shrivelling up and falling onto the grassy terrain.
Both Gustav and I were left with – in all fairness – a small puncture on our feet…a puncture – I must say – that just wouldn’t stop bleeding!
But now, lessons learnt… not only am I able to admit to having an experience with a leech, but I can also share a picture of my ‘mini-wound’ with you… I might hunt down a photo of a leech (though, not the leech, from the web) to upload into my blog. (Just a bit of gross-factor on this post). 🙂