Thursday, November 24, 2005

Pulau Pangkor : Story of a Fishing Village


"This boat can’t move as fast as it used to be. Leakage." Soft spoken Uncle Goh must have felt that I am expecting something else, which I’m not. Ah Ne, the Indian helper in his 30s, seems to agreed with Uncle Goh. Surely, falling into those bottomless water is not funny, even if I can swim well.

Except for my presence, much like a recorder, everything else is just daily routine for both men. The smell of the salty sea, sounds of the wave hitting the old jetty or the ever changing view as old diesel engine pushing us forward and further away from Pulau Pangkor, cruising through the Melaka Straight. As our boat heading south, bustling Lumut town are on our left, mainland Peninsular Malaysia. Further on we can see Teluk Batik beach and resort, almost directly opposite the old Dutch Fort, dating back to year 1690, in Pangkor island.


On this rather quiet Saturday morning, most of the ships are rested, partly because of Hari Raya holiday, or some fishermen are still mending their nets, prepare for the night catch.
Depends of its main catch, either prawns, ikan bilis, ikan kembung, etc. the physical appearance of boats or ships varies greatly.

Uncle Goh then explained theories about finding the location of prawns, together with the proper timing of tidal wave to set the nets. All these are changing, with introduction of radar and trawling technologies, or when the peaceful fishing island turned tourist hotspot.
It is about the same time we embrace information revolution, so-called ‘MTV Generation’ slowly finding their way out of the sea, out of the island.

Out, and often never came back.


As a matter of fact, Uncle Goh’s son, Keat is one of them. Hardly finish his high school education, Keat start working in Kuala Lumpur couple years ago. But enough was enough, I guess. Now, his new destination: New Zealand. To be fair to him, I would understand the reason why Keat is not keen on following his father’s footsteps, other than his seasick problem.

Equipped with 3 numbers of gill nets, one Indian helper and a small diesel powered boat, Uncle Goh could hardly earn a marginal daily net income of RM100++, a job more suitable for semi-retired fisherman, perhaps? Even that depends on the weather, or the drifting gill nets caught more prawns than so-called cheap fish…Keat can either go to bigger ship, or, bigger island, bigger land.


To make the situation worse, series of new developments and environment issues lined up nicely to make their presence felt. Newly constructed shipping ports and jetties means major dredging works, reclaimed lands, etc. which will forever altered the sea current, let alone its damage on ocean’s flora and fauna. No thanks to the trawling activities, officially banned on costal waters, but sometime, laws are made to be broken? ‘Back in those days, prawns and fishes keep coming back in numbers. But once they start trawling, there’s nothing much to expect.’ After 50 years, some fisherman still wish to go out everyday, with the same passion and excitement he had when he was still a 15 years old boy.

Perhaps Uncle Goh already understood and accepted Keat’s decision, having warned him ‘Just remember that no one will wash your clothes out there, you have to manage everything yourself. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you about that!’ Deep inside, like every traditional Chinese father, he care so much for the son that he would ask all his daughters to keep an eye on Keat.


For some time the population on the island stands at 80 percent Chinese, 10 percent Malay and 10 percent Indian, according to Xiao Chen, Uncle Goh’s daughter who doubted that that figure will remains as time goes by. ‘Who knows what will happen next. Maybe in near future the island’s fishermen are all foreign labors like Indonesian!’ As one of the few young and dedicated teachers on the island, Xiao Chen intends to stay and start her own family here. Even if two of her sisters already migrated to Singapore, some years back.

I prayed that she will find her way in, living on the beautiful Pulau Pangkor, for my support will be always there!

More related stories:

Pulau Pangkor : 'Fishman' Begins
Pulau Pangkor : Routine, Fisherman and Fishman
Pulau Pangkor : Bicycle Trip

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

バイビーおきなわ@Bye bee Okinawa

バイビーおきなわ

故郷の沖縄を離れ、内地の大学に通うことを決めたのは、ただもっと音楽のことを知りたいという、きっと、まっすぐな欲望からだった。ついでに親からも離れて生活して、いちばんの環境で音楽を学んで、自分のちからで新しい世界にぶつかってみようと。

なのに私は、神戸の新しい部屋でひとり泣いていた。望んで来たのだけど、ここではすべてが違う。沖縄は東京から2時間半ほど南方に飛んだ、東シナ海に浮かぶ小さな島で、気候・植物・文化など様々な点で本土とは異なる独自の特色を持つ。また経済や科学技術などで本土に遅れをとる沖縄は、時に「10年前の東京」などと言われたりする。そんな小さな都会から来た私は、神戸の高いビルを見上げて、本当に一人になってしまったんだなァと思うと、冷たい風の中で全部が冷たく見えて、自分が家族に、南風に、民謡に、沖縄のすべてに育てられてきたことが生まれてはじめてわかった。

みなみ

Bye bee Okinawa

The reason why I decided to study in main land Japan, far away from my home island Okinawa was quite simple. It was from my pure desire for learning music more, I guess... Besides, I wanted to knock new world by alone while living apart from my parents.

Yet I was crying in my new room in Kobe. Everything is different from my island, I came here expecting it though. Okinawa locates nearly southernmost in Japan, 2 and a half hour flight from Tokyo. The island has its own unique climate, plants and culture, but it’s behind main land Japan on the point of economy and technology etc, and called like “Tokyo in 10 years ago” sometimes. I was from such a little Tokyo, looking up at high rise buildings in the chilly wind, feeling really lonely. Then I knew I’ve been brought up by my family, south wind, folksongs and everything in Okinawa... for the first time in my past life.

Minami