I was working on a ritzy little cruise ship as bandleader/recitalist/cocktail pianist and one of our stops was Komodo Island in Indonesia. I always did tour escort duty whenever I could, the ship went to very interesting places that most people never get to see. We anchored at Komodo so the passengers could see the dragons, there's no other reason to stop there. We took the tender to the rickety dock and were met by the native guides, who were carrying three-pronged sticks. I would see why later...we walked about a mile and a half through the jungle to the presrve/center, which is/was basically a corral with Komodo Dragons in it; On the way in we saw some juveniles and regular monitor lizards in the brush. The rangers served us some cool caffeine laden drink which made me very fidgety. In the distance some Dragons were ambling slowly toward the preserve, while the Ambassador moved in closer to film them with his zoom lens. After 90 minutes or so it was time to head back to the ship. It was very hot, about 110 degrees with maybe 85% humidity. I always followed the passengers from a distance, on the pretext of rounding up stragglers but actually to be alone in whatever wonderful exotic place we were that day. I headed into the trail with my ranger/guide counterpart, a wiry little dude with one of those three pronged sticks, wearing a Ralph Lauren Polo shirt and a loincloth sort of thing. He spoke no English and I none of his language, but words are overrated. I tuned around to make sure that none of the passengers were left behind, when I saw the Ambassador still filming the Dragons; suddenly the clumsy looking things broke into a swift run, charging the Ambassador; I yelled at him run my way, and even as I did so our guide charged right at the Dragons, brandishing his stick. I ran forward to intercept the Ambassador, who looked only mildly alarmed, when the ranger motioned for me to take the Ambassador down the trail, back to the ship. I went ahead with the Ambassador, then realized we were alone on a jungle island infested with man-eating lizards the size of a man...
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...and one of the largest concentrations of poisonous snakes per square mile on the planet. And so I cracked open some water bottles for the Ambassdor and myself (I always had a cooler full of bottled water for the passengers,part of being a tour escort, particularly on a day like this one in such a place). I wondered how our ranger was doing against the three dragons, and assumed the rangers at the preserve had reinforced him, and hoped they had more than those sticks in case it got ugly. Komodo Dragon saliva is toxic, not naturally but because they eat decaying meat. They seem to prefer it that way, they will kill a deer and let it rot, which happens quickly in Komodo's climate. Then they feast. Of course being large reptiles they don't floss

and their saliva is therefore highly toxic. If you are bitten you have a good chance of dying. Anyway as we walked on down the trail we came upon one of the passengers sitting on a rock, an overweight out of shape lady who looked like she might have a heart attack at any second. The Ambassador and I stopped, gave her some water, and after a few minutes we helped her up and started walking again, but very slowly, back towards the ship. Our ranger came up behind us, and I asked him, forgetting he could not understand English, "Are they gone?" or something stupid like that. He smiled, and brandished his 3 pointed spear, said something and made a gesture which meant something like "no problem, I've got it under control!" We continued on, and after a while he (the ranger) suddenly stopped, and stepped out in front of us, stick at the ready. I looked at the Ambassador and he back at me; we had heard and seen nothing, but the sounds of the jungle. Suddenly a young (or not so big, about the size of a German Shepherd) Dragon scooted out of the brush, and onto the trail in front of us. The ranger lunged at it with his spear, the dragon tried to outflank him, but the ranger was quick, he whirled around and lunged at the dragon again, and emitted a series of Bruce Lee sort of yelps, which I realized were a signal for the other rangers. The Ambassador myself and the fat lady watched in fascination, as the dragon finally slunk back into the underbrush. The ranger had not hurt the dragon, he seemed to have just threatened it so it retreated. We were about halfway back to the ship, and we continued our journey. Suddenly the guide said something, motioned for us to stop, walked a short way off the trail, motioned for us to come forward. He pointed to a baby dragon which was halfway up a tree trunk; they spend a lot of time in trees because dragons eat their young...

it was really cute, and we were the only ones that day who saw a baby, they are quite secretive, as they do not wish to be eaten. When we were almost back to the ship, the ranger jumped out again, and motioned for us to go ahead; then he came back, and I said "again?" He made motions which indicated he had seen a snake; all snakes in Komodo are poisonous, as in Australia. Anyway, we finally got back to the dock, and while waiting for the tender, a dragon ambled out of the jungle onto the beach; but this one plunged into the surf, and swam off, thank god!
The captain was angry at me for holding up departure, but the Ambassador intervened on my behalf, saying it was all his fault (which it was!). And so I went below, showered, put on my tux and went to the dining room to play Chopin and Cole Porter for the passengers....
An arensky true life adventure....
