Balik Kampung

Akhirnya, tibalah saat yang telah lama dinanti-nantikan. Shahreil making his way to Buru, a place he happily kutuk-ed for many many years. Tapi, kata orang, tak kenal maka tak cinta, ye tak?

On 19 Dec, together with Daddy, Tok and Cik Nah, we went to Buru to celebrate Hari Raya Haji. We took Falcon 5 from Harbour Front, reached Tanjung Balai 1.5 hour later, got VIP treatment from Putra as usual and walked all the way to another jetty. I love the VIP treatment part cos it gives me great satisfaction when I see all the kiasu apeks who rushed to have their passports stamped looked at us in envy/anger when we are ushered out of that place without even having to stamp our passports. Hah! Padan muka korang. We had to wait for the next boat to Buru though and I always hate that part. The wait. Sheer torture when all you want to do is to get to Buru as fast as possible!

That's the sampans or kotak kalau ikut orang sana cakap, that we have to take before we hopped onto the boat in the middle of the sea.
I was pleasantly suprised to see that it finally got through to them that they have to build the stairs. What took you so long??!! No more climbing ladders like a monkey for me.

One of the first thing that Shahreil wanted to do over there was to visit Makam Badang. For those of you who are clueless to as who the hell is Badang, shame on you. Lagenda Melayu pun tak tau. Gendeng punya orang.

And of course, its a must for us to go to Tanjung Ambat to have our coconut drinks by the sea. Well, the first day was spent riding all around the island. Shahreil loved the fact that he could ride without having to wear any helmet. Best kan? Anyway, this time round I had a personal chauffer. No more hopping onto the bikes of different guys. Damn. *ahakz*

Hari Raya Haji this year in Buru was rather disappointing. All due to the neverending downpour. Wasted half our day being stucked at home with nothing to do. But once the skies cleared up, vroooommmmmm... off we went jalan2 raya.

Oh. The not so good part was the state of the road. Lumpur. Lecak. Licin. Seram nak mampos. If I was riding with a Buruan I wouldnt have been so scared. Not that I do not trust Shahreil's riding skills but its just the different road conditions.

Shahreil managed to snap this pic. That's Tok on the right hand side. And nenek, 3rd from the right. Apparently tok's dad was from Buru. Tok however, was born in Singapore. Bila Jepun attack Malaya, tok's dad brought his family back to Buru since it was safer there. Tok got married to nenek who's a Buruan, stayed there for 16 years and came back to Singapore when my mum was born. Gitulah ceritanya. Baru gue tau dong.

The boat we had to take to go back to Balai. I've never fancied taking this boat cos its always FULL of people. We had to STAND in the boat! No sense of passenger safety langsung.

I miss Buru already. I hate the fact that everyone's still there when I had to go home today. When I called Dayat up just now, they were still at the pantai. Kong asam betul! Buat aku jeles aja. Shahreil said that he wouldt want to go Buru again if I'm always moody and depressed when I've to leave Buru. Yeah, we all get very sad when we have to leave that place. When we are on the way to Buru, we practically skipped around, feeling so excited. But when it's time to go back, we dragged our feet, reluctant to leave everything and everyone there.

Sedih tau. Once I reached Singapore and looked at all the cars and tall buildings, it hit me that my life is HERE and LIKE THIS. Not over there. Sad. I want to belong there. I feel like I belong there. Not here.

Whatever it is, I hope Shahreil had as much fun as I did. Its a very special place for me and I wanted to share it with him.

Miss you, Buru.