

Sorry but the Tim Tams have to go
Puttering down the rivers through the rainforests of Central Kalimantan with my daughter, I think of Tim Tams. No, it is not the cravings of a homesick traveller. It is the thought of rainforests felled for palm oil plantations and their inhabitants, our gentle neighbours, the orangutan, orphaned, kidnapped, homeless, massacred. Tim Tams, like chips, Twisties, toothpaste, soap and shampoo – indeed around half of all packaged products that fill our supermarket shelves – cont






























