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Return to Kota Bharu and Further Explorations in Peninsular Malaysia and Singapore

As we left the town of Kota Bharu, we crossed the river known as SungaiA Bucolic Scene of Malaysia Kelantan. The view was filled with contrasts. There were water buffalo walking on the shoreline or wallowing in the muddy ponds near the river just as they have for centuries while a couple of affluent Malaysians riding their jet skis in the center of the river. We rode on through the heat asking while we went if we were going in the right direction.

We rested in the shade of a simple multi-goods store in a small town called Chabang Empat where we were fortunate enough to find a small store along the way to the temple we were searching for. There we fed our bodies coolant in the form of syrupy Coca Cola and bottled water while we sat in the shade offered by the roof overhanging the store's front step.

If you've ever imagined the heat generated by the sun coming closer to earth, as the writer of a Twilight Zone episode once did, you may come close to understanding what the heat can be like in Southeast Asia. It can be oppressive. Try as you may, hide in the shade, avoid moving, the hot, damp air smothers you like an unfriendly fat boy in a grade school playground. You can either stay in a room, laying completely still beneath a fan, limit your activity to air conditioned space, or try and go about your business layered in suntan lotion (if you are as fair-skinned as myself) and a pool of sweat. For those who choose the latter option, there can be relief. I found two forms:

Mandi

Just as someone has suffered thirst in a desert, the often oppressively moist-hot air of Malaysia cries out for the soothing, comforting, refreshing waters of a mandi. There is a common, but mistaken, belief that progress is verifiable. The mandi is a perfect example that runs contrary to this belief. It is probably the most simplistic tool known to man and the uninitiated would surely argue in favor of a western-styled shower if given the choice. Let me assure you that there is no modern convenience that comes close to providing the comfort offered by bathing with a mandi after wading in the oppressive heat of Southeast Asia for a few hours. A mandi consists simply of a cubed basin, perhaps three feet high and two and a half feet square. You fill this up with water and use a ladling cup to douse water over yourself. The water is directed more easily to any part of your body and you get more water per space than a common shower permits. I could never completely articulate the pleasure this most basic form of bathing offered during the three-, sometimes four-times-a-day I had to bathe to cleanse myself of the perspiration which had all but consumed me.

Root Beer Floats

My description of Peninsular Malaysia would never be complete without a comment about root beer floats. With the exception of a mandi, there was nothing that provided so much relieve from the heat as a root beer float from a particular American restaurant chain found in nearly all the Malaysian cities I visited. It was as if a change had taken place in my dietary behavior, much as if I were a pregnant woman, because root beer floats had never before or since been so important to me.

I was dreaming about one of these root beer floats and a mandi while seated in the shade of that store at the crossroads town of Chabang Empat. Karen "ran" across the street to buy some fruit (santol in Pilipino) she saw being picked from a tree and hadn't tasted in a long time. Meanwhile, I sat with camera in hand staring at an old Malay woman who stared back with equal interest if only in a more relaxed way, having the wisdom to moderate all her actions in accord with the climate of the environment. She was beautiful. Not as a young woman with smooth, blemish-free, taught skin and firm breasts pushing against her clothes. Nor in the manner of a mother, exuding confidence in her maternity. She bore the presence of character that calls for respect. Her clothing was bright and colorful, but not so much so that it gave her the appearance of competing with the generation of her daughters or granddaughters. She looked composed, confident, fearless, and yet relaxed. She was sitting with a small cheroot in a hand that had a brass ring which held a striking red, smooth cut, stone in it. The traditional cloth that was draped on her head lay there looking haphazard yet was as firmly fixed as any tudung with its visible pins here and there. I cried out in my mind to talk to her, to learn about the experiences which combined to create this woman a few feet away from me. Such is the missed opportunities of vicarious travel.

Thai Buddhist Wat and School Complex

We traveled on through the countryside passing a few boys who journeyed out from the safety of a shaded stall for harvested crops to play with their kite. Later we explored an old Buddhist temple grounds and school where young school children were reciting phrases in Thai. Everything seemed so desolate, as if everyone was hiding from the heat. My experiences began to take on the surreal. I wiped the sweat that covered my exposed face and arms. Re-applied suntan lotion to these same areas and rode a few feet before going about this necessary ritual again. At one point, I noticed that small white blisters had popped up on my the back sides of my hands.

We eventually reached the wat complex, and to add to our discomfort, were disappointed by the lack of imagination used in its design. We did delight, however, in resting in the shade to study the activity of a couple of monkeys and "their" puppies.

Wat Phothivihan

One monkey was chained as some are in Southeast Asian countries where they are trained to get coconut from the trees. There was another monkey, a different looking monkey, but I couldn't tell you the names that are attached to the different varieties. The chained monkey was a male, the free monkey was a female. The female would groom the male, and the male would become erect and then attempt to mount the female to procreate. I guess it was too hot though, because it was just a false start. There were also several puppies lounging in the shade afforded the wide branches of the tree. Both of the monkeys began grooming the puppies. They spread the hairs apart on the back of the legs, the back and the belly of these puppies. Chasing fleas...

"There, got it." Picking up the flee between its thumb and index finger, the monkey puts it into its mouth to crush it between his teeth before he swallows it. A small group of teenage boys visiting the wat decide they want to pet one of the puppies laying under the tree next to the two monkeys. The female monkey attacks one of the boys as he touches a puppy, as if the dog were her own child. The boy is scared and embarrassed by the incident, but otherwise unhurt. He was fortunate that, unlike myself, he was wearing long pants which protected him from the monkey's bites. One puppy decided he wants to go for a walk somewhere away from the tree. The male monkey stops him by holding onto the puppy's tale with his feet. It was too hot for the puppy to fight much and he relented after a short struggle.  

Fortunately our journey back to Kota Bharu was blessed by rain as if we had been rewarded for our journey to a holy place.  2 Bicycles, Northern Malaysia


Johor Bahru Rings 
Popular rings with semi-precious 
stones for sale on a sidewalk   

Johor Bahru is a thoroughfare for those making the transit between Singapore and Malaysia's more interesting destinations. It's fame is derived from its proximity to Singapore. Because Johor Bahru is just a short drive across the causeway connecting the two cities separated by the Straits of Johor, Singaporeans visit Johor Bahru to rest on the weekend and take respite from the environment of strict rules that Singapore's founding father, Lee Kwan Yew, set down during his reign. An ethnic Chinese who had to learn Chinese as an adult, Lee showed his Chinese cultural rennaisance by choosing a strict Confucian style of governance. Malaysia, and especially the nearby Johor Bahru is an anathema to his tenets of governance. Even in retirement his remarks cause rifts between the two countries. We arrived in Singapore in the midst of one of these rifts. Months earlier Lee had stated that Johor Bahru was "notorious for shootings, muggings and car-jackings." What he didn't say was that the crime in Johor Bahru could be blamed as much on the Singaporeans as the locals. One of Johor Bahru's vices, for example, the prostitution that purported to be so prevalent in Johor Bahru exists to satisfy mostly Singaporean men.


 
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