Editor’s Note: GP contributor Will McGough ventures into the thick jungles of Malaysia for a lesson in fishing, but reels in an unexpected lesson in humility as well. His essay below.
It had been a long time coming. From the onset of the trip, my hand had been held. Our guides, Belansai and Udan, had led us an hour downstream in a boat, then carried all the food the hour hike to our camp, which they hand-built using a machete and trees from the rainforest. They guided us on hikes through the thick jungle to waterfalls, successfully tracked wild orangutans, fished, picked jungle herbs for seasoning, cooked, and showed us how to track boar and watch for pythons. Basically, up to this point, the only thing my friends and I had done was hand out nicknames. We called Belansai “the bamboozler” for his affinity for cooking in bamboo tubes over the fire. Udan earned the title of “Tuak” for his love of the Malaysian rice wine that goes by the same name.
In 30 seconds and one breath, I had broken the goggles — which Belansai used on a daily basis to provide for his family — and lost three fish.
On one hand, some pampering is expected on a guided trip. But as a self-proclaimed outdoorsman from Colorado, I wanted to be a part of it all, not perceived as some dipshit, worthless American. I saw the fishing as a reasonable opportunity to pitch in, so after Belansai had caught enough for dinner, I asked him via our translator if I could give it a go. He nodded and handed over his goggles. I stripped down to my underwear and, once in the water, put on the goggles. I went under, but water immediately poured into the mask.
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I surfaced, and my friend, seeing what was happening, called out that I needed to better secure them. Accustomed to the plastic pairs back home, I pressed firmly with both hands on the top of the goggles, trying to force them onto my face. Crack. Before I even registered what happened I saw the look on Belansai’s face, an evolving train of emotions from confusion (Really? You can’t even put on goggles?), to disappointment (Seriously? You just broke my fucking goggles?), to anger (Dude! You just broke my fucking goggles!).
Embarrassed but still trying to salvage the effort, I sucked the air from the goggles through my nose and went under. The crack ran from top to bottom yet, miraculously, didn’t leak. I kicked my way down to the net and saw three fish trapped. My strategy was to grab them one at a time from the outside using the net to get a grip. I locked both hands on the first with plans to crack it like a stick, but in doing so, lifted the net from the bottom of the river. The other two fish quickly fled the scene. Frustrated, I went after the first again, one hand on the outside of the net, the other reaching under. When I tried to make the transfer between hands, it kicked, slipped away, and swam off. In 30 seconds and one breath, I had broken the goggles — which Belansai used on a daily basis to provide for his family — and lost three fish.
Back on the shore, Belansai took back the goggles, looked them over and turned his attention to me. “Fish?” he said. I shook my head. “No fish.” The translator, who just seemed happy I hadn’t punctured my eyes with broken glass, helped me laugh it off. Belansai stayed quiet, until he came over and handed me the bag of dead fish to carry. “Your job,” he said slowly, flashing a friendly, forgiving grin that I’ll never forget, and we set off back for camp.
For just under a minute in the jungles of Southeast Asia, I pretended that my athleticism and backpacking experience in America qualified me to be a jungle boy, someone who could provide for himself and others. Later that night we sat around the fire and watched Belansai empty the cooked fish from the bamboo tube. I smiled as my friend pointed out how glad he was that we rented a real man.