Orangs (utans and yogis)

Orang Utans are the main attraction of the jungle village Bukit Lawang where I'm being now. Orang means "people" in Indonesian language, and "utan" forest - so orang utans are people of the forest, whereas we are orang kota - people of the city.
During the last few days, I met some rather curious orangs. First a bunch of them in the jungle. (Attentive readers, be surprised! In spite of my lingering trauma from Laos, I did another jungle trek! Mainly to get over my jungle-posttraumatic disorder. And it worked! Jungle treks may never become my favorites, but I can control now the urgent impulse to run when anybody says "jungle".) This post was going to be about the cute orang utan mommys and their super cute orang utan babies, but that was before I met the yogis.
When rafting back from the camp in the jungle (run!run! - Oups, no, I just remember I'm over it now), I saw a really interesting looking place in the middle of the wild, a guest house obviously. Back in Bukit Lawang I did some research and found out it actually is a guest house, and the only way to get there is by a 40 minutes walk along the river. That was MY place, of course! I phoned, made a booking and went there the next day to spend a night. If you ever come to Bukit Lawang: skip the town and go straight to the backtonature guest house. It's paradise! A beautiful garden, spa-like bathrooms and a totally peaceful atmosphere, surrounded by nature.
Then the orang yogis arrived. It was a German couple with two small kids, and a young Indian guru. The German guy and the guru were going to give a yoga course during the next four weeks to another handful of people. And the moment they arrived, they started fretting around. About the staff, that was too indifferent and hadn't treated them well the last time. The prices. The yoga business. People who considered yoga a business. People who considered yoga a religion. (All this I was told without asking, obviously.) They got in touch with me because they needed to know how many nights I'd stay. They wanted my room the moment I'd get out: it had the "best energy". (It also had the morning light and the best location, reasons why I didn't offer to change, by the way.)
They were probably the most unrelaxed yoga teachers I've ever seen - not that I've seen many. The young guru didn't speak but aggressively with the staff. I learned he had lived two years of his life in a cave before becoming a yoga teacher... I'm not surprised that made him agressive!
To make a long story short, the next day I moved out, in contrary of my former intention of staying another night more, and along with me another guest who'd been staying there. For the same reason: The atmosphere was just... not yogi enough anymore!

Ah, one more recommendation. If you come to Bukit Lawang, and stay in the backtonature guest house, make sure you don't forget your t-shirt drying on the balcony when you move out. Or at least, remember it before reaching Bukit Lawang. Because, I can assure you, there's no other way to get it back than to hike back the 40 minutes to the guest house. How do I know? Life's the best teacher, folks!