Sunday: Cultural Village!

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I woke up sprawling naked, with numbed arms at an unfamiliar place.This is real and certainly it is not an episode of Twilight Zone.

Then it dawned to me. Oh. I am at my new home. It’s 7.08 a.m. and it means that I am late, really late. I only have myself to blame, I was too happy moving in yesterday that I spend my time unpacking (finally!) all my stuffs from my bags, some of the things inside see Sarawak the first after me being two weeks here.

I am late for the day trip to the Cultural Village: same spot where the annual Rainforest Music is held. Hafizan was late too, she picked me up around 7.30 a.m. which tentatively, the time that the bus taking us there is supposed to leave UNIMAS to Santubong.

We made it to the bus, after arriving the bus depot and waited for an hour: typical Malaysian time management syndrome; and after a journey about an hour and a half, we arrived our destination. Santubong is to the north of Kuching and is close to sea close to an infamous beach, Damai Beach.


Your Favourite Worst Nightmare. Arrived.

More waiting ensued after that; I’ll keep it short. Upon entering (and some more waiting) we had our prepacked lunch inside the cultural village, leaving a pile of polystyrine rubbish later at the park in our black plastic bags which we brought our lunch with. But who am I to complain, my daytrip today are technically free: I went in as escort to our faculty’s first year students and the lunch is provided for me and Hafizan and her cousin as well. With the student card, the entrance ticket cost RM 25.00. Without it, entrance for an adult would be RM 60.00 and RM 35.00 for children. Very costly. I would say and it makes me eager to weight whether the experience here justifies the price.

We went in to the theaterette later to watch a cultural performance. There were sample of dances from the various ethnics there; starting with Ngajat Lesung from the Iban, then dances from the Dayak, Melanau and Orang Ulu respectively. It is quite interesting, but I wonder how much does the choreography stick to the orginal traditional moves: I am puritan that way. Don’t blame me, the male dancers don’t fit in to the image of those ethnic warriors who have being doing all those dances while there are simply too much makeup on the ladies- But that is what you get when you watch the dances all in one place, crash-course-tokenism-ishly, without having you travelling to different villages to watch the different dances in the comfort of air-conditioned theaterette. Shrink-wrapped, packaged clinically for your lazy asses.


Look Ma! No Hands!

I rather do the travelling.

After the performances, we were released to roam around freely in the cultural village. There are many replicas of the traditional houses from the different ethnics. Once again I wonder how much does the architecture of the replicas follow the original that it is replicating. I noticed extensive usage of nails and processed wood.

Déjà vu. It was just a few months back that I was at Sabah, visiting replicas of different ethnic houses. Sabah’s was at the State Museum but the houses are located outside where it is free and like the Sarawakian’s, also offer exhibition of artifacts used by the ethnics.


Melanau Shrine of some sort. Look at the middle with those small figures wrapped at the eyes. Creepy.

But I had fun going around, going all touristy as I always do. Trying everything: I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the stories.


Iban House. Lady making accessories from beads.



Orang Ulu’s house. Observe carefully and you can see that actually it is very high from the ground.


Swing of Faith. Been there done that.


Aunty making some sweet things with sagoo.


Totem of fertility?


Just take a wild guess, what is cooking in there? I give you hint: It’s liquid.



So here I am now, after a nap and dinner after the day trip, writing for your sake.

Here is some of the pictures of my house, there are so many vacant spaces here that I don’t know what to do with it:


Living room


From the living room to the rooms


Note the bottle with the yellow liquid next to the notebook. That is tuak, my friend, Bought from the cultural village. I am going to hunt for it at Kuching’s Tamu this coming weekend. Cheers!


Second room


Third room


I don’t have two ass, but I sure have two jambans!


Felt kinda of lonely though staying in this house. I kinda missed those guys at that I was staying with before this.

Suddenly doing household chores naked does not seem to be the main priority.


Written by yuenkokleong

August 27, 2007 at 1:51 am

Posted in Days at Sarawak

4 Responses

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  1. yuen, your house is nice and cheap!masa zaman me and yoyo,rumah rm600..but including furniture lah.your beg pun dapat satu bilik persendirian.


    August 27, 2007 at 9:46 am

  2. your house looks so new! and so clean! got pretty curtains some more. mana kitchen?


    August 27, 2007 at 2:29 pm

  3. canabiss: Memang cheap harga sekarang ni since ada campus baru and new residential colleges being built.

    sherry: it is a new house. kitchen is somewhere in the living, joined. there is just a basin there that makes it a kitchen Haprak pun tarak..


    August 28, 2007 at 6:33 am

  4. wooyoo.. 2 jamban.. dahSYAT giler..


    September 5, 2007 at 2:48 pm

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