Into the Jungle

77 A local boy in Tembagapura. All other phots are missing
A young native of Papua, our neighbor


A early music memory for me is Dr. Hook’s One Step From the Jungle to the Zoo (1976). Along with ABBA, Boney-M, and the Eagles, especially the album Hotel California, these party anthems take me back to Tembagapura, West Irian Jaya sitting in my dad’s chair listening to his music through his comfy headphones. For a young boy living in the middle of one of the wildest jungles in the world, I could only bet set up for a life of adventure.

197 Kurstin going for an Elephant ride
An elephant ride, the best transportation through the Jungle. Who has the biggest tires now?
196 Kurstin at the Petting Zoo
Have you hugged your python today?

The Wikipedia entry for Tembagapura is concise for its modern facts but for me and my family 40 years ago it was home. The town site was built on a hillside with our homes on one side of a narrow rocky gorge and our school on the other. The rocky gorge was so sensitive to the near daily rainfalls giant boulders were swept down its course sounding like marbles in the house rain gutters. There was a helipad, food store and medical center above the school. Below our housing was a radio dish for telecommunication off the mountain. This was my town, outside of this was the Jungle.

I don’t recall anyone telling me not to go into the Jungle. It started right at the end of our block. Our street ended and there was little creek fed by run-off cascading  out of the Jungle from the near daily rains. This creek taught me the life cycle of frogs and giant dragonflies. I learned that a tadpole could sucker on to the tip of your tongue. Beyond the razor grass of the creek were the vines and ferns of the Jungle. My personal code was to never go further into the Jungle than I could see out. So I never went deep at all but I always made it back for my sister’s open-face melted cheese sandwiches.

76 Monya, Gary Kurstin and Paulette in front of the school in Tembagapura 1976
Monya, Gary, Paulette, and Kurstin, family at home in the Jungle

The Jungle was a rich environment for a 5 year old’s mind. I was fascinated by this large green leaf and while I was looking at it, it hopped away. It was a very large frog camouflaged in the center of the leaf. It must have thought its cover was blown but my mind did not register until it was long gone. I crawled into a vertical cave, a space between some large boulders. The dirt floor was a bit dug out and  and this became my fort. But I did not have the foresight to have my exit planned. Now I was trapped in this hole. At first I was scared and started to cry, then I realized I had to find my own way out of this cave. A big realization for a young boy. I did find a passage through the back of the cave that lead to a route up and over the boulders. The Jungle was always a place to be respected.

My Saturday morning activity was to get up as early as possible and patrol the chain link fences around the school for resting insects. The sight is hard to imagine but picture the fence covered in moths and beetles. All specimens were larger than life for what we consider normal temperate bugs. These are truly the “Big and Beautiful” of the insect world.

As my interests were more coleopteran than lepidopteran, step one was to bang on the fence to get the moths to fly away. The jet shaped hummingbirds of the insect world, the sphyngid Hawk Moths were fascinating as well as the dinner plate sized saturniid Luna Moths, but my goals were the scarabs, lucandids, and cerambycids. So much Latin was not in my vocabulary until my graduate course work in Entomology, but in the Jungle these were Rhinoceros, Tiger, Stag, and Longhorn Beetles. Giant click beetles, elaterids,  were also in the mix. Flip them over and watch them self rescue by popping into the air. There were also an abundance of leaf mimicking katydid grasshoppers and plant mimicking phasmid walking sticks, but these were rarely offered more than a cursory glance and poke. Yet they offered the best examples of incredible mimicry.

Experimenting with macro photography in Costa Rica

The mouse sized beetles were beautiful and taught me to have an eye for their morphological details. Their head and thorax were often a high gloss ebony. The rhinoceros beetles had elaborate horns on their head and thorax while the stag beetles had ridiculously large mandibles. In contrast to the polished front of these little beasts, the outer wing covers were leathery brown and protected exquisitely fine and folded flight wings. My favorite parts of the beetles were ornately sculpted and armored legs. The most surprising details were fine reddish hairs around the body segments (often harboring a colony of mites; bugs on bugs) and an active abdomen billowing to get air inside such a large insect.

I was equally amazed by their strength. One morning I was out on my self guided beetle safari and I heard the familiar “chirping” of a rhinoceros beetle. Looking around I saw this rather large rock shifting on its own. I struggled to turn it over to find the source of the chirping as well as being in awe of how strong and determined this creature is. Another example of their extreme adaptation was their ability to wrap themselves around my wrist or forearm with a skin piercing death grip. Truly a cornucopia of awe for a young boy.

183 Follow the leader African style
Elephants coming to a watering hole in Kenya
228 The Grahams fly into Rio for New Years 1983 with a airplane window view of Sugar Loaf
Flying into Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

The memories created in the Jungle of West Irian Jaya are exhausting and near too numerous to write about. But they set a foundation of adventure to only be built upon. I remember hiking through the island jungle on Green Island with my dad. He was Tarzan and I was his pet chimpanzee. Dad tried to show off his survival skills by splitting open a coconut with a club, luckily dinner was waiting for us back at the hotel. In Kenya we went on a picture-taking-safari that opened my eyes to savanna and tropical dry forest. In Brazil we lived on the Mato Grosso Plateau dominated by savanna and woodlands and regrettably we did not travel to the Amazonian rain forests. As an adult I got to visit my folks living in Burma. Even in the capital city, Rangoon, the Jungle was was always creeping in. The forests around the ancient capital, Pagan, had been harvested for the temples and pagodas of Burma’s past royalty and distinguished. I made a trip to Inle Lake, toured the floating gardens and hiked the hills converted to cheroot tobacco farming. The roads in the area were cut through the Jungle. Often I could see trail openings in the brush, but they were marked with a government issued sign warning about security. It was explained to me that these were trails used by local rebels/ traffickers. In graduate school I was a teaching assistant in Costa Rica for a course in tropical ecology and conservation biology. The course took us from the Pacific coastal mangroves, to western dry forests, to the continental divide cloud forests. There I learned in the Jungle all ants have a stinger, ha! I have no doubt the Jungle will have more adventure in my future.

389  Night has arrive and Paulette and Kurstin stand high above the city of Temples
Kurstin and Paulette, sunset over the Irrawaddy River, Pagan, Burma




Under the Sea

130 Kurstin ready for his first adventure into the waters of the Red Sea SA 1979-83

I can snorkel all day long. I have been fortunate enough to do this in some of the greatest places on earth. When asked I say I learned to swim when we were on R&R from Tembagapura, West Irian Jaya (Papua), Indonesia, in Australia. We were moving from one flat to another and I went down to the pool with my life jacket, snorkel and mask to float around until my mom came down to watch. Once she did off came the life jacket. At first I was pushing myself around a shallow bench on the side of the pool, but the bench ended and I surprised myself by SWIMMING!

We moved flats and most importantly the new one had a pool with a deep end! I was quickly challenged by retrieving items from the bottom of the pool. I was free! I could swim in the three dimensions under the surface of the water. My  new found freedom led to great adventures. Early childhood is compressed into great memories and so much of mine starts at the waters edge.

One of my earliest snorkeling memories was from Green Island. Adopting best dive practices my snorkeling buddy was my dad. We paddled around looking at all the wonders bellow the sea. As the mythology of memory and story telling goes we had disturbed a large ray and when it swam off we we so startled by its size and sudden movement we got out of the water as if Jaws itself was after us. But once our heart rates returned to normal we were back in the water.

In contrast to the jungle of coral and large brilliant colorful fish of the Great Barrier Reef I have an early memory of snorkeling in Bali, Indonesia. The beach was the whitest of sand without a person in sight. Swimming out in the clearest of water there were isolated coral formations with tiny iridescent fish. This spot taught me to spend more time looking at the small details of these coral habitats as well as to slowly explore the sandy bottom for fish, mollusks, and crustaceans.

I was hooked! By second grade I was devouring every book I could find on diving and marine biology. Our library had a The Ocean World of Jacque Cousteau ,  which quickly became my bible. Every interest I had growing up was built on a pile of library books my parents supplied me with. At this point we were living in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. With the Arabian (Persian) Gulf only minutes away I had great access to underwater adventure. Most of the areas we snorkeled were piles of bleached broken coral, but they could capture my attention and imagination for days on end. One of the greatest curiosities here was the spherical grains of sand.

In years to follow we moved across the Arabian Peninsula to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia on the Red Sea. Although we had moved for my parents’ jobs you might think we had moved for my interest in the worlds below the surface. My favorite alternative to day dreaming was testing my ability to hold my breath vs. the sweep hand on my dive watch. What third grader has a dive watch?

125 The Grahams and their K-Mart Tent

123 Paulette looking for some ice at the beach campsite on the Red Sea Beach 1979-83

It seemed we spent every weekend possible visiting or camping on the Red Sea. The drill was to load up the family Mazda station wagon drive along the corniche and pull off onto some deserted stretch of beach to camp. This was dry camping, so you were responsible for everything you needed to be comfortable. My folks are great car campers! They had this down pat. To this day day I will emulate their family camping style.

124 Red Sea and the surf is coming into where Kurstin parked his chair

129 Paulette and Kurstin putting on their sea tennis shoes before a dip into the very warm waters of the Red Sea

We had a group of friends who enjoyed this pastime as well. There was safety and fun in numbers. You never wanted to get stuck in the sand without extra helping hands or jeeps or Blazers to get you out – and this did happen on occasion. Friends always had more to share at mealtime. Campfires were brighter and song filled with friends. Snorkeling with a buddy is always rule #1, so this group of friends was dear.

135 Not large enough for dimmer

136 Almost dinner size

While swimming above the outer reef with all its brilliant coral and tropical fish was awe inspiring, I could only do this with an adult. So I spent most of my time in the shallow waters exploring under ever rock and peering into every crevice. I would watch burrowing fish and cruise through stomach deep water chasing near camouflage cuttlefish. It was all equally fascinating and invaluable to me.

318 Our first stop is in Constanta, Romania on the Black Sea

426 The beach in front of the Island Hotel

Travel was a big part of living in Saudi. My folks were teachers at the international school run by the national airlines of Saudi Arabia, Saudia. Vacations in Greece, Spain and Crete got me peering into the cold clear waters of the Mediterranean. Vacations in Bangkok and Pattaya Beach, Thailand introduced me to Gulf of Thailand, which I would return to repeatedly on vacations to Koh Samui. Vacations in Hawaii early with my family have led to more recent ones since with snorkeling being a highlight.

I know I will continue my quest to explore things under the sea. This spring I have a family trip planned to the Florida Keys. I will undoubtedly write about it here!

Come Fly with Me

I am sure a search for this title will yield a variety of of titles or similar titles but to me it is a title of an unpublished children’s book by my father, Gary J. Graham. To me it is the story of my childhood to young adulthood traveling with my family between 1972 and 1997. Hundreds of take-offs and landings, hours spent in transit terminals, and miles walked visiting the world’s greatest tourist destinations.

This is how my adventure filled life began. My folks, Gary and Paulette, taught me and my sister, Monya (Graham) Manning to live life to its fullest. Adventure was found in all environments, landscapes, cityscapes, cultures, and time zones. This site will chronicle past and future adventures to share my adventure filled life.

7 Paulette, Monya and Kurstin at our new apartment in Mitaka, Japan 1972