Miranda and Andi stood side by side on a clear-span wooden footbridge, staring down at the flowing river. The Temburong was fifty meters wide here, active along the banks but in smooth flow down the middle.
The Sultan had, again through intermediaries, offered a refuge to celebrate the success of their meeting. Across the longest bridge in Southeast Asia, stretching thirty kilometers from the capital city across the Brunei Bay, they had transitioned from quiet urban to jungle primeval. Their cabins were tucked under the canopy at the border of the Ulu Temburong National Park—the Green Jewel of Brunei.
It was intensely green. Their innovative no-cut policies, and having enough money that there weren’t peasant farmers in need of the farmland or wood, meant that the tropical jungle grew lus
