I couldn't find it, as it shut up every time I got anywhere nearby. I grumbled and headed out to my day's excursions—two "show caves" and the evening bat exodus. The hills of Gunung Mulu, or Mulu National Park, are combed with caves. Some of them are for spelunkers only, while others are for soft adventure. The show caves have been tamed with walkways, lights, and railings, so that tourists can walk safely without destroying the environment or slipping.
The caves are moody and dramatic. The whole experience reminded me of being in Carlsbad Caverns or in one of the Virginia caverns. Lots of stairs were involved, but my calves could use the exercise.
I forgot to ask his name.
After an hour-and-a-half break, I headed out again, this time to see Deer Cave and Lang Cave.
P-U! That was some stinky bat guano.
Just as we left the last cave, the rain started. I hurried down the hill to the bat viewing pavilion, then cowered there along with other tourists as everyone straggled in sopping wet.
There would be no bat exodus this evening.