Showing posts with label Orang Asli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orang Asli. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Malaysia - Day 4

Day 4 - Wednesday 19 September:

I managed to sleep for 5 solid hours, but until my alarm went off at 7am it was interrupted as my body rejected the hard sleeping surface. I got up and went to have a shower, and they didn't have any hot water at all, so it was a very quick shower. It wasn't pleasant as the room was not humid or warm in any way.  I got dressed and greeted my host mum. She made me a sweet coffee and bread for breakfast.  Just as we were saying grace Chloe and her host family arrived to give us the meeting place and time. I quickly ate and drank a little of the coffee (it was still very hot) and packed my bag. We walked to the next block where Erin was waiting with her host family.  From there we drove back to the hotel to join the others.

We had breakfast at an Indian restaurant. It was fried noodles and deep fried batter (like savoury donuts), so I didn't eat much, knowing we'd be on a boat. We had bought and packed snacks in a couple bags to take with us as it would be a long day and there would be no food on the islands.




It was about an hour & a half hour drive to the jetty where we loaded 50 bags of groceries and 15 people into 2 long speed boats. The local church do a grocery run every 2 weeks, which we were lucky to be along for.  The journey out to the first island took about 45 minutes. We carried 20 bags of groceries up to the village and left them on a bamboo platform/meeting place. We all gathered there with the local families.  Ps Martin spoke and we sang songs in the locan Orang tongue (words had been provided for everyone). Then our group sang Jesus Loves Me to the people. There were small snack bags given to each of the children. Most of the people there seemed disinterested and Ps Daniel's wife was there translating from Malay into Orang (as Ps Martin only spoke in Malay). After a quick look around the village it was back to the boats and on to the next island.
Doing crafts with the children

The next island was only 5-10 minutes boat journey away. The reception we received there was a lot more grateful. A few of the children ran down to help us carry the bags of groceries up to their main hut.  The people here spoke Malay so the translation into their language wasn't necessary.  We had prayers, singing and we sang Jesus Loves Me again. As we had lots of time we ran a few craft activities with the children. They were very enthusiastic, and although they didn't speak English, communication didn't seem to be much of a problem. One boy in particular had a lot of fun with Chris as they made and played with paper airplanes. After a quick look around this village we got back into the boats for our journey back to the jetty.  Without the groceries, the return journey was only 30 minutes. We even got back before Ps Calvin, Terrance and Zen, who had used this time to head off and go fishing (they didn't catch anything).

We drove back to the hotel where we washed up before walking to a restaurant for dinner. After dinner we met back at the church where we split up into 3 groups of 3 to join the local church small groups.  Chris, Cameron and I were together (with Ps Calvin to assist translating). W were all in different apartments in the police housing complex, which was I told we would not normally have access to as a regular tourist - we had special permission as it was arranged before we arrived. My host family from the previous night was in my small group. The night consisted of singing, prayers, and then it was our turn. We each introduced ourselves and opened the floor for people to ask us questions. They asked about the Lutheran Church in Australia, and our indigenous people, and we tried to give them perspective about how big Australia is.  
My small group

As the night came to a close, supper was served, and it was like a second dinner! Everyone was given a bowl of rice and once grace was said we all helped ourselves to portions of curry, beef, vegetables and what Ps Calvin said looked like pork - it was an Orang delicacy. After I had eaten, Ps Calvin ate a small egg, and when I enquired as to what kind of egg he revealed it was turtle, and they had purposely hidden the obvious turtle bits so I would try some. To be honest, it didn't taste distinctive, so it was kind of like chicken. To drink they served tea or sweet coffee.  I tried some of the coffee and it was quite nice, but very sweet! I didn't drink very much as I was quite full by this point.

We arrived back at the hotel around 10.30 where the guys surprised us by announcing we were off to the hot springs!  After changing, we left the hotel around 11pm, and it was a 45 minute drive. I was quite tired by the time we got there, but for only RM10 we spent a relaxing hour at the hot springs.  We were all relaxed and exhausted, so when we arrived back at the hotel a bit after 1.30am I fell straight to sleep.  It was a very long day.


Monday, October 8, 2012

Malaysia - Day 3

Day 3 - Tuesday 18 September:

Ps Calvin arrived at 8.30am for an 8am breakfast. We quickly ate sandwiches and then packed the car with all of the books and our bags for our trip to Pengkalan Hulu. After a quick introduction, prayer and group photo with the Bishop of the LCM we were ready to leave by around 9.30. It was approximately a 5 hour drive. We stopped in Ipoh for lunch and reached our destination around 3.30pm. 



We met with Pastors Daniel and Martin at the church where the new library is.  We put together the Ikea shelves, tables and chairs, and did it in an impressive time. We then sorted all of the books and put them on the shelves. 

Dinner was at 6.30pm, after which we had a quick rest at Hotel Hiltowne where everyone except Chloe, Erin and myself would be staying the night. Back to the church at 8pm where we watched the local church group rehearse for the Orang Asli production being held at the Luther Centre on 20 October. For a rehearsal, the performance was very good (as Chloe would say: "totes awes"). There were traditional Orang dances and costumes, then a play. It was all in the local Orang language so even Zen, Terrance and Ps Calvin wouldn't translate, but we got the gist. It was about a tribe who were seeing a witch doctor for their issues, but it didn't seem to help. Then a missionary came and comforted them and shared the Gospel with them. Some followed, others did not. The witch doctor had an argument with the missionary and they battled. Of course, the missionary and his faith in God prevailed, and the final scene was a worship service in the village.  The witch doctor snuck in at the back and as the service ended he went to the missionary and they hugged - a happy ending!


Afterwards, I went home with my home stay family - they hand picked me; "the small cute one". It was the most nervous I think I have ever been. I felt so very far out of my comfort zone. The family spoke very little English, so the ride to their apartment in the police housing complex was mostly quiet.  Their daughter (Amela) spoke a little English learned in school, and we were able to have a bit of a conversation using a Malay/English dictionary. It was frustrating and confusing for both parties. We tried to talk for about an hour, by then it was around midnight. We had prayers and then it was time for bed.  Bed was a mat on the floor, and I was quite uncomfortable. There was only a ceiling fan in the room, so I used the thin sleeping bag I had brought with as a little bit of extra padding to sleep on.