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|  | Kuala Lumpur was my first and last stop on this journey and such a nice finale to be met by a person I love so much. Oscar, our youngest in the family. Well, he's not a baby anymore, but he'll always be to me (much to his dislike) LOL.
He graduated nursing last year and is among the Top 20 nursing board examinees when he took the Licensure Exams. I'm just mighty proud of him.
He was only there for 1 day (me 3) so all we did together was eat as much as we can, and go to the Petronas towers. :D He was going to Sarawak to visit the parents after.
And because Lineth said I should miss the Reggae Bar, I didn't miss it the second time around. :)
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for everyone |
I was supposed to get my tattoo done before I started my journey, but I was advised by my friends that it would be better if I get it in Thailand, and at the end of my journey because I'll be doing a lot of travelling. I knew I had really smart friends. So when I went back to Bangkok after Chiang Mai, I decided to get my tattoo done. The night before I got my tattoo, I met Karen and Angela, two awesome, and hilarious British ladies in one of the bars in Khao San Rd. It was a rock bar, so I stayed there. They looked friendly so I asked if I could join them because I didn't want to be on my own in a bar. We talked about traveling, and how they thought San Miguel Beer was from Spain (San Mig was served in that bar). They were quite surprised that it's from the Philippines. They mentioned that the next day they would be getting their tattoos done (Angela's 6th and Karen's second), and I said I was planning exactly the same thing! (Funny how things turn out) So they invited me to join them tattoo shopping the next day. We met at 12 noon the next day but didn't really go tattoo shopping because we ended up getting it in the first shop we went to LOL! I stuck to the tattoo idea I wanted. The Filipino word "Malaya" which means "Free" written in the ancient Filipino script, Alibata. I printed out the script and pointed to the artist how I wanted it. I wanted it on my right ankle, the 3 characters forming a triangle. When people ask me why this particular design, and why in the ankle, there are many reasons actually, but I just say "I roam the earth freely." I know my parents will flip when they see this. But like I said in my blog post here, for me it's not a form of rebellion for I am not rebelling against anyone, or anything. I'm getting it because I want it. Pure and simple, and I am free to do it.  Me getting my tattoo. Karen getting her mushroom tattoo. Angela getting her flower tattoo.Here's my fresh tat
It was only after we all got our tattoos that we realized we all had it on our right ankle and foot. Here's the video LOL! Ouch. | | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Eleventh Stop: Chiang Mai, Thailand
July 7 to July 10
Everything about Chiang Mai is charming. Even my couchsurfing host's bungalow. I mostly did temple seeing that my host Steve said I've been templed-out LOL!
Steve had already lived here for a while that he can speak a some Thai, and Thai people get weirded out that the white guy can speak Thai and the Thai looking girl is just clueless. There were even a bunch of promo girls who won't believe him and they think me and Steve were just pulling their legs LOL!
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| | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Tenth Stop: Hanoi, Vietnam
July 3 to July 6
Decided to rest some legs and take a plane for this one. Another Low-cost airline that I'm loving now: Jetstar Pacific!
Hanoi, although the capital of Vietnam, is more retentive of Vietnam's culture, traditions and is more old fashioned than Ho Chi Minh City.
Hoan Kiem Lake - Never have I seen any body of water as green as Hoan Kiem Lake. It almost literally look like a liquid emerald. Giant tortoises used to inhabit this lake. As for whether they still exist there, no one can be sure.
For me, it's like Hanoi is like someone who is struggling whether to join the modern times, or be content of who she is now... old, but still pretty.
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| | When a non-English speaking person attempts to write something in English, this is what happens.
This is from a restaurant menu in Danang, Vietnam's airport. I couldn't help myself from snickering. Guess what they may have meant.
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Got this from one of The.Lee's post.
Let's help them find their nephew.
http://melquita.multiply.com/photos/album/348/HELP_My_Nephew_Was_Abducted
| | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Ninth Stop: Hoi An Old Town, Vietnam
June 30 to July 3
Hoi An Old Town is the most beautiful, charming, and laid-back town I've ever been to. The old quarter of Hoi An is a UNESCO World Heritage site and it's so small that you can walk the entire town in less than an hour.
Funny story:
I took an overnight train (about 11 hours) from Ho Chi Minh City to Danang, where I would get a 45 mins bus to Hoi An. When I got off the train, I didn't know where the bus station was because it wasn't included in my Lonely Planet map of Danang, and Lonely Planet's suggestion was to take a taxi. I was alone and didn't have anyone to share cab fare with. The cab drivers were asking me 300,000VND which was about Php800! I wasn't in a hurry so I decided to walk around Danang while finding the bus station. I had to resort to drawing an image of a bus to show people because no one spoke English. HAHA!
After walking for what may have been 20 minutes or so, a woman who spoke some English pointed me to where the bus station was. When I was about to cross an intersection I saw an old bus with open windows (so no aircon) that had a huge DANANG-HOI AN sign on top of the windshield. I didn't think it would stop where I was because it looked like it was turning left on the intersection. On the bus's rear exit door, the driver's assistant (you know, those who collects the money) was shouting at me "Hoi An? Hoi An?" and I kept nodding my head, happy to know that I didn't have to walk all the way to the station. The assistant shouted to the driver to pull over (ok, I'm assuming that's what he said) and got off the bus to help me with my huge backpack. The driver may not have heard him because it kept running. When he looked back, the bus was already a good distance away and still running! He ran as fast as he COULD while shouting to what I assume was, "STOOOOOOP! YOU STUPID FUCK! STOOOOOOP! STOOOOOOP! YOU SON OF A BITCH STOOOOOP!" with all his might. As he was running after his bus, I was running after him. I didn't want to miss that damn bus either.
Luckily, one of the passengers must've heard him, looked back and saw the driver's panic stricken assistant run like the wind and told the driver to pull over. When we got to the bus, the assistant was still swearing and went directly to the driver to reprimand him. HAHAHAHA!
Hoi An:
When I got to Hoi An, I got a motorbike to take me to town. I already had a guesthouse in mind (from my travel bible Lonely Planet's Southeast Asia on a shoestring) but my driver took me to a different guesthouse. I learned this is what they do, because they get a commission from the hotels or guesthouses. I told him he took me to the wrong place and he should take me to the guesthouse I had originally told him. Since we have already agreed on a price, I didn't pay him to take me there. While riding the motorbike, I was already falling in love with the place. Streets were so small that cars aren't allowed to get in so you either walk by foot or bike your way around. Beautiful little shops filled with colorful paintings, lanterns, handwoven products, custom-made clothes, etc etc etc. When I got to the guesthouse I wanted, I was told it was full. Luckily, there were a lot of guesthouses to choose from in this place. I found a cheap but nice hotel (with a bathtub for $10!) and settled.
The only couchsurfing.com member I found here is Arfan, an Indonesian who is the general manager of a beautiful 4-star boutique resort in Hoi An. Though he couldn't host me he was very nice to let me use the pool (best pool I've ever swam in my life by the way) and the resort's gym for free.
The next day, I rented a bike for one dollar to go to the beach which was about 5kms away. The receptionsist told me it was only 2kms away. It was my first time to ride a bike again after more than 15 years so you can imagine me wiggling and trying to get my balance. Soon, I was driving faster. After driving for what I think was definitely more than 2kms already, I still didn't find any beach! I was getting frustrated and hot that I turned my bicycle around and decided to just go back. Then I remembered a few lines from one of my favorite poems "Don't Quit",
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
I turned my bike around again and told myself to just drive and drive and no matter how long it will take me. I will get to that goddamn beach.
Sure enough, I wasn't very far at that point anymore. About 5 minutes later, I saw the beach right at the end of the road. I loved that feeling. That rewarding feeling after I went for it, worked hard for it, and deciding not to give up even when I was at a point of giving up.
Ahhh... Hoi An is one of those places that will captivate you and you find yourself always sighing at it's charming beauty. Very peaceful, very friendly, very laid-back, very romantic, very calm. People were already asleep by 10.30PM, there are no loud bars where you can dance all night. (I guess that's the only draw back for me because I love to dance.)
But it's such a delightful little place. Sigh...
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| | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Eight Stop: Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
June 27 - June 29, 2008
"Ho Chi Minh is not a city that will roll out the red carpet just because you have arrived. On the contrary, it's proud enough to look you back in the eye and say, "Only for the brave." "- a writer for an airline magazine
Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) was formerly known as Saigon. I took a 6 hour bus
from Phnom Penh to get there.
First thing that I noticed about HCMC: I've never seen so many motorbikes! A
common joke among visitors here is, "There are more motorbikes than people."
Highlights of my stay here:
On my first night, my phone (N95) almost got snatched away from me. I took a motorbike going to my host's house. When I had the driver stop at the street where I was to get off, I stayed on the motorbike while reviewing my host's address on my phone. Suddenly, another motorbike passed beside us and the girl behind the driver took hold of my phone and tried to grab it away from me. When I realized what was happening, I shouted AAAAAAAAAAH!!! (LOL) Luckily, the phone slid from her hand when the motorbike sped off. I didn't feel scared after what just happened. All I could think of was, "What the fuck was that?!"
Before coming to HCMC, I contacted My, a Vietnamese couchsurfer girl to host
me. She had major exams coming so she couldn't host me but instead, referred
me to Steven who lived with 2 other expats. My hosts were Steven, Charlie
and Whitney. Steven is a Canadian who works as an English teacher, Charlie
is from Buffalo, New York and works in the same school as Steven, and
Whitney is an American who works for the Marketing department of a hotel
there. They were awesome hosts.
The night that I arrived at my hosts' house, I realized there were EIGHT of
us couchsurfers that they are hosting! Diego and Camillo from Colombia,
Claudio from Brazil, Kim from Australia, Jonas from Germany, and the 2
Canadian girls whom I didn't get to know because they weren't able to join
our little party. That night, we went to apartment's rooftop where we
watched the stars while drinking what may have been Vietnam's version of
lambanog and talking about everything from work to red pill and blue pills.
Everyone was so drunk and "rocked". LOL!
My, (the Vietnamese couchsurfer) took me, Steven, Karen (another CSer from
Canada but wasn't staying with us) and Claudio to a public swimming pool.
The Rules of the Pool:
1. Leave all your bags, clothes and everything else in the counters
designated for boys and girls – i.e, you should only be in your swim wear
with nothing else with you except your goggles if you have them, and your
claim tag when you enter the pool area.
2. All boys shall stay on the right side of the pool while all girls
stay on the left. A floating marker is in the middle of the pool to
implement this, and should not be crossed.
3. You only have 45 minutes to swim in the pool. Every hour, a bell
will ring to signal the people to get in the pool. After 45 minutes, another
bell will ring and everyone should be out of the pool. The next bell will
ring in 15 minutes to let the next set of customers swim in the pool.
4. Once you get out of the pool before the 45 minutes is over, you
cannot get back in.
I.KID.YOU.NOT. Those really are the rules of this particular pool. Of course
I couldn't take photos because I couldn't bring anything! Steven, however,
managed to sneak in his underwater camera because he placed it in his swim
shorts' pocket.
I played bowling, pool (me and Steven won against an American and his
partner, YAY!) and went drinking with the other couchsurfers. On my way out
of the ladies room, a white guy who was standing near the door was looking
at my chest and just blurted out "Wow. Nice boobs." I stood there surprised
for a moment, not sure how to react.
Then I said "Thank you."
Surprised, he said, "Oh. You understand English?"
"Yes."
"I meant that as a compliment."
"I did take it as a compliment."
Apparently, he must've thought I was a local who couldn't understand English
(Most Vietnamese don't).
I didn't really get around HCMC because I decided to stay there for only 2
days. I did see some sights around the city though.
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| | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Seventh Stop: Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Because the movie The Killing Fields is one of my all-time favorite movies, I couldn't afford to skip Phnom penh and actually seeing it for myself. A little bit of story about how I got to see the movie before I share the experience... Although it was an 80's movie, I only got to see it in 2000 when I was in Indonesia to visit my dad. Remember how VCDs used to be? There usually were 2 discs for one movie right? So I was already crying my eyes out on the first disc when the player requested for the second disc... and it WON'T PLAY. My eyes were red and puffy from crying and I was dying to see how the movie ends and the damned 2nd VCD won't play! My dad bought these VCDs from Medan, which was 12 hours drive from where we lived. I can't just drive 12 hours for a VCD. When I got back to the Philippines, and I see a video shop, I always looked for i but since it was a very old movie, it wasn't easy for me to find them there and (cough) torrent was not yet available then. You know how long it took me to finally see the whole movie? After more than TWO YEARS. But it was worth it.
I can't watch movies with too much gore because I can't stand it. But having been to Phnom Penh's Killing Fields and Tuol Sleng S-21, I realize those were just movies… just products of our imagination… products of how our MINDS can conceive brutal and sickening violence.
But actually having the heart (or the lack of it) to do it, to mass-murder in thousands, to brutally, cruelly, and coldly torture and kill men, women, and children in ways one can not even seem to believe another human being can be capable of, to train adolescents and turn them into monsters who torture and kill even their own parents, relatives or friends is just an entirely different story.
While in Cheung Ek's Kiling Fields, I still had the tenacity to take pictures of the thousand skulls within the stupa that has been built to commemorate the victims of the Pol Pot regime. Having had taken up Physiotherapy in college, I have opened up dead bodies to study the human anatomy and seen many human bones and skulls (believe it or not, I've even fallen asleep with my arms around a real human skull while studying for my Anatomy finals exam back in college) that it doesn't creep me out anymore.
But the Tuol Sleng's S-21 (Security Office 21) museum was a different story. The S-21 used to be a secondary school that has been turned into a prison where the victims were imprisoned, questioned, tortured and exterminated. No one was exempted. Men, women, old, young, children, babies. The prison was surrounded with a double wall of corrugated iron and dense barbed wires. According to one of Lonely Planet's contributors, "This is one museum where silence doesn't have to be requested – the power of speech is simply lost here." I knew what he or she meant when I got there. I couldn't even get myself to take photos. The only photo I've taken from Tuol Sleng was the board that contained the description of what the S-21 was about. Seeing all those devices and modes of torture the victims had gone through, seeing the mug shots of these people you know had been mercilessly tortured and killed and knowing that I am standing in the very grounds were these unspeakable and unthinkable horrors have happened, I couldn't even get myself to complete the museum. I had to get out because I had felt I was going to break out and cry if I stayed any longer.
On my way out of the last building I went to see (it may have been C or D), there was a room at the end that had the letter "V" on top of the entrance. If you've seen the movie "V for Vendetta", you'd understand why this was very interesting and uplifting for me. Not only because the movie is one of my favorites, but also because none could be more appropriate. The "V" may have been added recently and whoever had "V" put there may have been inspired by the movie. Inspiring and well-wishing messages for Cambodia and her people were written on the walls by visitors.
Cambodia seems to have witnessed the extreme ends of what man can do. Ankor clearly shows the greatness humans can accomplish, while the Killing Fields and Tuol Sleng shows the unthinkable horror man can do.
Below are pics around Phnom Penh
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| | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Sixth Stop: Siem Reap, Cambodia
"Angkor is everywhere: on the flag, the national beer, hotel and guesthouse names, cigarettes -- it's anything and everything. A symbol and symbol of fierce pride, it's a fingers-up to the world, stating no matter how bad things have gotten lately, Cambodians built Angkor and it doesn't get better than that." - Lonely Planet's Southeast Asia on a Shoestring
"Angkor Thom is not an architectural "miracle"... It is in reality the world of gods springing up from the heart of ancient Cambodia." J. Boisselier, "The Symbolism of Angkor Thom"
"My God, I am imagining you at Angkor Wat - the most amazing building in the world!!!" ... "I was in a daze for 3 days after seeing this incredible place." - Evil Ampao Catherine Peard
For me, Siem Reap is a very simple, dusty, laid-back, small town... that happens to hold one of the world's greatest, most mysterious, and amazing monumental achievements. All I can say is, I am still dazed and amazed by Angkor. I had been so awestruck that I was (literally) brought to tears because it made me think that compared to what the ancient Cambodians had been able to achieve, our generation is a joke. There are just no words. The photos I've taken cannot even begin to justify the awesomeness that is Angkor.
I toured Cambodia with Eugenia, a girl from Chile I met on my way to Siem Reap. We became good friends and decided to tour around Cambodia together so we can save on transportation and lodging. We toured the Angkor temples for two days, and that wasn't even enough to see all the temples.
Though I've taken hundreds of photos, I'll just post some here.
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"Sharon Stoned, official occupation: statue stabber." - Ryel from here Filling up those airport arrival cards where it says "Occupation:" has been some sort of a conundrum to me. I'm stumped! I don't have one! I've been tempted to write gypsy, lone traveller, nomad, but you don't want to mess with immigration right? I don't want to be sent back because I tried to be a smart-ass. So instead I put "Researcher" though I have no idea what I'm researchiong on. LOL! Anymore suggestion anyone? My mom told me about the storm that struck my hometown and the flash flood it left on its trail. My mom said the flood even got inside the house and our car. All I cared at that time was that my brother and sister were ok. A wet house and car carpet couldn't bother me. I didn't realize the intensity of the situation in Iloilo until i saw it on CNN. Then I thought, "OMFG. That's my city. My family is in there." Had anything happened to my family, I don't know what I could've done. I can't even begin to imagine. See, there is nothing in this world that scares me. Not even meeting my death. The only thing that scares me is losing anyone in my family. Though i'm not afraid of death, I don't want to die because I know that would just break my family's heart and spirit. And I don't want that to happen. I had a conversation with Andy about this and I'm asking you the same thing.
If I die, please tell my family not to cry and not to be sad because everyday was a happy day and no matter what happens, I never regret anything. If anything leads to the death of me, I will not regret taking that action for life must be lived to the fullest and one must not live in fear. We will all die anyway. Even if I don't make it to a ripe old age of 100, i live everyday to the fullest so even if I died today, i've lived a fuller life than a man who's lived a thousand years in fear. Like what I always ask Andy, "What do you try to live long for anyway?"
And like what i told Andy too, No. This is not some sort of a will and testament. | | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Fifth Stop: Bangkok, Thailand
Because I had to get to the train station to catch the 5AM train to Aranyaphratet to get to Siem Reap, Cambodia. But I'm going back there in 2 weeks.
Anyway, here are some of the photos I took from Bangkok.
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How I met my Big 30. June 11. "I'm going to see them monkeys the tomorrow, but tonight, I'm gonna spend it with people.", I said to myself. So I informed Suchen, the couchsurfer that I previously contacted that I've arrived Kota Kinabalu. He invited me to have dinner with him and his friends who also just arrived from Kuala Lumpur which I gladly accepted. Suchen, with his friends Chris and Kwan picked me up from my guesthouse that night. Suchen is a professional photographer (check out his awesome photos at www.suchens.com), Christopher and Kwan are event organizers whose work invlove travelling, and getting drunk. They make me green with envy I want to stab them and take their jobs from them. We we went to KK's version of SuTuKil and they ordered loads and loads food! Fresh fish, shellfish, veggies, (I'm drooling as I'm typing this.) Then we went to KK's posh revolving bar and restaurant Atmosphere. It''s situated on the 18th floor of Menara Tun Mustapha and revolves 360 degrees every hour, which got me quite dizzy... or maybe that was from the 2 rhum-colas I've taken. Suchen told me that I'm very welcome to stay in his place if I wanted and that it's perfectly fine with his wife as they've hosted couchsurfers before. Since I've already paid my 3 days stay in the guesthouse in advance, I had to stay there. The three guys I was with were really nice and I really like them. They're all married so don't look at me in that tone of voice. I like Malaysian people a lot. They're very friendly, and warm, and hospitable. When I found out that they're all in their early 30's, I told them I was entering into version 3.0 myself in a few hours. (Yes, I was born on the 12th of June, The Philippines' Independence Day). They were all pleasantly surprised that I was meeting my big 30 with them. The highlight of my night was when we went to this bar called Shenanigans. Guess what. They had an all-Filipino showband playing! Apparently, a lot of Filipino bands are in Malaysia. Jaci, another couchsurfer I met there on my last day, is convinced that all Filipinos are good singers. Hahaha! Anyway, it was less than an hour before midnight strikes to mark my Big 30. The boys ordered a bottle of Scotch whisky. I've never had scotch in my whole life but nothing will stop me from trying scotch to meet my big 30! (I can't stand whisky that's why I didn't bother trying Scotch.) And what do you know, I LIKE SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS! Apparently, Suchen is quite a personality in these here places. Everyone in the bar knew him and some even taking his photos for the local magazine! Cool! I'm with a local celebrity! Haha! He was going around like he was running for public office. Hahaha! As soon as midnight struck, the house DJ announced to the room that it was my birthday! Then the boys I was with gave me a big hug and we drank and cheered. Like that was not enough, Suchen goes on to tell every person he knows that passes our table to give me a hug! I can't remember how many people I hugged that night! And like I said, he knows almost everyone in the room! Hahaha! "Give her a hug! It's her birthday!" And like that's not enough still, and because this bar has a girl who goes around with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass holder with at least 10 shot glasses in it, Suchen had some of his friends (I figure those were his rich friends) buy me a shot if they made a huge mistake of passing by our table. I think I had more than 5 shots of tequila that night on top of my scotch whisky. Then me and the 3 men went to grab something to eat and they drove me home. What a fucking amazing way to meet my Big 30. With people I've just met, free hugs from strangers, in a city I've never been to until then.  Suchen, me, Christopher, and Kwan
| | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Fourth Stop: Sabah, Malaysia
After spending a little more than a week with my parents in Sarawak, I flew to Kota Kinabalu on the 11th of June because I wanted to be with the monkeys on my birthday. Since there was no direct flight from Bintulu to KK, I had to take a 4 hour bus trip to the city of Miri and took a plane from there to KK. Kota Kinabalu is the capital of Sabah, which is the other state in Malaysian Borneo. Since there lots of really cheap but clean and homey guesthouses in the city, I decided to live it up like a real backpacker instead of couchsurf. So I checked in at Borneo Backpackers Guesthouse which was really awesome, and we had free internet and wi-fi. I shared a dorm with 6 other backpackers, and pay only RM20 (Malaysian Ringgit) which is about Php260 a night.
First night, I went out with a couchsurfer Suchen, and his friends Chris and Kwan. (Refer to this post) The next day, I went to Lok Kawi, a wildlife park about half an hour away from the city because I told myself I want to be with ze monkees on my 30th birthday. I was supposed to stay there for 3 days but had to cut my stay short because of a flight schedule problem (which I'll talk about in my next post). Suchen was going to have a barbecue party Friday night and I'm so sorry to miss it. I met Jaci, another couchsurfer from KK on my last day and I like her a lot too... She was very much an evil ampao girl! |
Ever since the first time I went out of the country when I was 17, no one, as in NO ONE, has ever asked me if I were Filipina. I was ALWAYS mistaken for a Thai.
So, when I finally came here in Thailand, I already knew Thai people would talk to me in their native language, and I wasn't mistaken. There was even this girl in a shop who kept talking and talking and I didn't realize she was talking to me me until Andy called my attention and told me, "She's talking to you."
Everytime Andy tries to communicate with them, they would always look at me expecting me to translate to them what Andy was trying to say, or expecting me to translate to Andy what they were trying to say. I absolutely love the look on their face when they realize I was just as clueless as the white guy I was with.
Then what always follows is: "Oh! I'm so solly! You not Thai people? Oh! So solly! You INDONESIAN?"
"No."
"Ah! VIETNAM!"
I have my Smart mobile on roaming so do keep me updated with what's happening over there, ya? I may not reply because it would cost me an arm and leg but I'd like to be on the loop with whatever's happening over there. | | My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Part III - Third Stop: Sarawak, Malaysia
In Sarawak, tribal people live in longhouses, and one of these ethnic tribes are the Punans. Longhouse is the very centre of communal life in Sarawak. These communal houses, built on stilts, may contain up to 100 individual families in separate 'apartments' built under one long roof. So, yeah, 100 families under one long roof. I was lucky to have had the opportunity to go with my dad's colleague when he was scheduled to visit the Punan tribe to promote community development. The particular longhouse we went to had 98 "apartments". The 2 hours very rough road travel was well worth meeting these people.
Though it was obvious that they have started to adapt to modernized living, one can still experience the primal and basic lifestyle these tribes live.
Longhouses are usuallly built near a river because this used to be their main mode of transport. |
| | Location: Around Samarakan, Sarawak Malaysia
One word. Green. This place is GREEN. This Malaysia is made of beautiful. These pictures are either taken on my way to my dad's workplace, or to the Punan longhouses. I've taken loads of pictures, but I think these pictures are enough to share what I've been seeing in these here places. Hehe!
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| | Location: Samarakan, Sarawak, Malaysia
My dad works for a company in Malaysia involved in the Planted Forests Project. I got to visit the area where they plant the baby trees, and get them baby trees ready to be planted in the hundreds and hundreds of hectares reserved by the Malaysian government for this project.
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