I didn’t update my blog yesterday because I was in Tenom. I found a “Tamu Budaya” (Cultural Native Market) advertisement on Daily Express. The event was held in Murut Cultural Centre of Tenom for 2 days (Oct 1-2), and it said there would be many “acara menarik” (interesting programmes) such as open market, traditional sports, hardicraft sales. I was quite excited and packed my stuff to move in the next morning.
I was taking a bus in Kota Kinabalu at 8 AM. Most of the road is on the hill so the bus was in zip-zap motion 90% of the time, turn left, turn right, up, down… I didn’t have my breakfast so my stomach was like an empty bottle half-filled with gastric acid. While the bus moved, I could feel the liquid inside spin and it almost came to my throat. And the bus kept playing the same anonying music CD for a dozen times. I didn’t puke but I got headache. After 3.5 hours of torture, they dropped me in front of the entrance to Murut Cultural Center, just 13 KM before Tenom town.
Happily… I thought the paid off time has come. It would be a lot of exciting programmes waiting for me. By the time I reached the venue and saw the Tamu below, my high spirit was like falling from a 1,000 feet cliff, broke into hundreds of pieces… WHAT!!! I travelled over 100 KM just to see this?!!!
Very disappointed indeed… but mine is a small case. I remember many years ago, there was a so called “International Trade Fair” organised in Sabah Trade Centre. When I got there, a very angry-looking foreigner approached me and asked me if I knew the organiser. He showed me a very impressively designed advertisement about this “International” Trade Fair, and said, “Look at this ad! It said there were exhibitors from all over the world. That’s why I came all the way from Iran to find some business opportunities. BUT WHAT IS THIS!!!” He pointed his finger at the site. I looked looked, there were only 5 or 6 small booths selling kerompok, handicrafts and other cheap pasar malam items. I didn’t see any exhibitor from other countries… Such a poor guy.. wanted to cry already but I didn’t know how to comfort him. His boss in Iran would be very mad too. Now I could understand better how he felt.. If I were him, I would not go home without seeing blood. 🙂
After all, I was already here, so I took a walk in Murut Cultural Centre. FYI, there is a Murut museum on the second floor. Photography is not allowed so I could not show you what are in there. The admission is free. You could see some antique jars used by Murut for burial, making Tapai rice wine, and food storage. It also displays some 100-year old photos of Murut people, their history and historical sites, plus some documentary and items about the Murut sub-groups, costumes, weapons, and handicraft motif. The motif is like the pattern in the picture below. Actually each of them carries a meaning, most are related to nature, people and their daily activities. The tour only took 30 minutes. After that, I took a mini-bus (ticket costs RM1.00) going to Tenom town, had my lunch there, then went back to Kota Kinabalu at 4 PM. The whole day I was sitting in bus for nearly 8 hours. It was already 8 PM by the time I reached home. Very sick and tired..
Photos taken in Tenom, Sabah, Malaysia Borneo