This is the feedback from one of our wonderful volunteers. It is very moving and she certainly experienced highs and lows of emotions! We are very grateful to Sara for all her help and encouragement and for taking the time to share her feelings.


There are occasions in life when something touches you so deeply it changes your life forever. My month at Matang has done exactly that.
The first week of our volunteer placement was spent learning the ropes, cleaning quarantine, making fire hose hammocks for the orangutan enclosures, painting murals and helping Caroline with behavioural enrichment. However the second week bought about a dramatic turn of events that will be imprinted on my memory forever. Firstly we were lucky enough to be present for Aman’s cataract surgery, the first ever on a orangutan. Although nerve racking at times it was an amazing experience to be a part of, especially watching Aman being released into his outside enclosure with sight for the first time.
Then next we had to deal with the death of one of the orangutans, Lena who left behind her 3 week old little girl Thambi (official name), or Jambu as we all called her.
Lena was released into the wild late last year but returned to the centre 3 weeks prior to our arrival with Jambu and although very tired did not seem visibly sick. Unfortunately though Lena deteriorated and passed away the day after Aman's surgery.
So from here on in our life at Matang became an experience that we can never repeat, and the emotion felt is one that cannot be described as you look down to see a sleeping baby orangutan on your chest.
When we first became a foster family to little Jambu she was doing well, a little on the thin side but eating and sleeping. As instinct dictates, a baby orangutan clings to her mother 24 hours a day so we became that mother and Jambu was always with one of us, whether sleeping or awake. Inflicted with the same parasites as her mother, a problem common to primates that can be fatal, we fought and fought for her going most nights without sleep. But unfortunately her condition also deteriorated and despite all the hours spent with the vet where Keith and I would sit with her all day we lost our Jambu on Thursday the 7th of June. An incredibly sad time as it seemed to us that Lena had bought her back to the sanctuary to look after her, but her mothers calling was obviously too strong. The bond I formed with little Jambu from all those sleepless nights and hours spent lying flat on my back with her is something I still miss but at least I have some amazing memories that will never be forgotten..
Not only did this experience teach us all so much but it has also formed friendships that I hope will last a very long time.
Although there are times when you feel so sad for the welfare of the animals as many of the enclosures are not in line with western standards the dedication and care of the staff, especially Keith, Caroline and Matt give you hope that at least someone is trying to improve the quality of life for not only the orangutans but also many other species that in the not too distant future may be extinct in the wild.

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