Posts Tagged ‘Terengganu’

Something fishy.

November 17, 2008

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Many people have asked me which is the most interesting place I have been to around Malaysia, and to their surprise – and my own – I have said it was Terengganu. I like it that the state is untouched by rapid modernisation. I like it that it is still holding on strong to the heritage heirlooms that has been passed down by their forefathers. And, being one of the few states straddling the Malaysian coastlines, I like it that their food will always have the freshest seafood on their menu.

I guess part of the reason why I had fun during the trip was because we had a heck of a tour guide bringing us around. He knows Terengganu from back to front, and he even brought us to the core of all things that made Terengganu the way it is. We did not visit retails selling songket and wau, but we went to the makers’ homes while they were still weaving the songket, and carving out the wau designs. We did not simply visit any restaurants serving their staple food, but we went to the breadwinners of the industries.

We stopped by this fishing village in Seberang Takir, where about four families were there managing the processing of Keropok Lekor: one going out to sea to catch the fish, another waiting at the dock for the day’s catch, another to grind the fish to bits, and another to put them together as crackers. I swear that the final packed product does not look as gross as it does in the picture above, this is merely at the last stage of the processing.

Keropok Lekor is a kind of fish crackers originated from Terengganu, and it is a must-buy staple food. It is made up majorly of fish, and because of that, it is high in protein. The crackers are sold in two kinds: one in thin slices, and another in sausage-form slices. The more recommended type is the latter, and it is usually eaten dipped in chilli sauce. However, I like eating it the way it is to taste out the overwhelming aroma of the fish.

Drive down any streets in Terengganu and you are sure to run into at least one stall selling Keropok Lekor. I suppose as long as the produce is straight from the sea, one would not miss out on the genuinity of the crackers. As Kek Lapis Sarawak is the food from Sarawak to bring home , Keropok Lekor is the unique souvenir from Terengganu to bring home.

We also visited this family in Rhu Tapai bulk-selling Otak-Otak and Sata. In the morning hours still too early for me, they were already up mashing fish bits to paste and stuffing them into folded banana leaves to grill over the fire, before their clients come buy from them to sell at their stalls.

Otak-Otak is fish mousse grilled in banana leaf, and it is already quite a known dish around Malaysia. This one I taste was blended with chilli and it tasted awesome. Unlike most Otak-Otak you can find in KL, which is overwhelmed with the smell of grated coconut, you could still taste the freshness of the fish as if not too long ago, they were still swimming their merry way in the great big ocean, not knowing they would be breakfast soon.

My favourite dish from Terengganu would have to be Sata, another kind of Malaysian fish cake. Like Otak-Otak, it is mashed to paste form, stuffed in a cone-size banana leaf and grilled over the fire. I just cannot get enough of them. What got me hooked was of course the freshness of the fish, without any false pretenses of grated coconut. And they are so cute in those cone pockets. You just cannot help eating one after the other.

For dessert, one can go for something sweet and traditional from Terengganu. Kuih Akok is another popular traditional pastry, especially in Kelantan and Terengganu. It is an oven-baked pastry that tastes kind of sweet with a sticky texture. It is not usually kept overnight, so you are guaranteed a fresh batch every day.

Our tour guide brought us to the home of a Kuih Akok maker still making her pastries the traditional way, when everyone around her has moved on to a modernised oven. She would wake up at the wee hours of the morning and start making the bater to be baked in a makeshift oven of coconut shells. Then, she would sell them to her clients to be sold at restaurants and retails.

Her Kuih Akok tasted really sweet, and they were so oily that you could print out your fingers on the tracing paper. Nonetheless, it tasted good, and the amount of grated coconut was just right. However, as you know me as one who could not stomach too much sweetness, I could only eat as much as two or three pieces.

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Moh, balik kampung!

August 27, 2008

It was like going back to a place I used to call home in the rural kampung area during Hari Raya, where my grandparents still reside in, waiting for my family and my cousins’ family. Well, if ever I was a Malay to begin with, that is. But I suppose I might as well be, what with the places I have been to. I wouldn’t be surprised if I rock up my parents’ door one day announcing my marriage to a Malay. Hah. Actually, I was kidding there.

What with the traditional Malay houses serving as chalets of sorts, I thought Warisan Pahlawan Resort was quite a quaint place to be in. It was a small compound, seeing that they had just started business not too long ago, and we were the first bunch of people to stay there then. There were only about five houses there, each with four rooms or so to their own. You won’t expect air-conditioned rooms, or romantic orange light at this part of town. It was practically like someone’s house, with typical bedsheets and blankets you usually find cheap at the night market. I had to ask for a mosquito repellent because they were already starting to get to me.

But I guess I liked it because you get to experience what it is like cooped up in a typical Malay kampung. The environment. The atmosphere. The culture. It was drizzling the day we checked into the resort, and we had  nothing to do – literally, and everyone was just sitting around, waiting for something to happen. Guys had chit chats at the patio while munching on bananas, while girls did their own girl talks outside their rooms. Time just stood still for us city folks for one day, and we were stripped down to our basics. And I thought that was kind of nice.

It was not exactly the best buffet spread out there when meal times came around. There was a nice little sheltered area just underside of the guys’ house, where we had our meals. (Sometimes, we could even hear the guys moving about upstairs). The makcik who owns the resort would cook up something nice for us, one of those typical Malay dishes fit for any Malay kind of dinners, lunches and breakfasts, which were all kind of the same, if you ask the Chinese part of me. But hey, I am not one to complain. I have had so much Malay food that I am kind of used to it already. Besides, I am not one to “live to eat”, as long as it fills the tummy, I look forward to another day.

But one thing you don’t have to worry about is getting hungry, because the hosts were so good to us that they seem to be feeding us every hour of the hour! That night, we had just had our dinner, but probably an hour or two later, they were pulling out their barbecue pits and roasting buttered corns and salted peanuts.

Alia, one of us bunch, was holding her piece of corn, waiting for it to cool when she turned to us and said, “Cam balik kampung Alia bile Hari Raya, kan?” (“Feels like I’m back in my own hometown during Hari Raya.”) I looked around me: there were kids running around, while fathers stood by the pit watching the corns and peanuts cook, with mothers and sisters sitting on swings hung from the underside of the house chattering away. It was pitch black beyond the perimeter of the resort. If there were fireworks going off nearby, it could have fooled me that it was the festive season indeed.

The next day, before we were treated with some household “performances”.  There came a house of old ladies out of nowhere (they just suddenly appeared off the road along the resort), dressed in uniformed red and blue baju kurungs. After breakfast, they set up station at the empty compound outside of the resort for their tumbuk lesong performance.

Tumbuk Lesong is actually a kind of job the villagers used to do back in the older days. Not many people know how to do that now, and the only ones left were these old ladies. And as modernisation took over, all they were left making money out of this, is making a performance of it.

The procedure is like this. The rice grains are picked from the field and they will be soaked in a bucket of water for a day. Then, the grains will be cooked in a frying pan oiled with a thin layer of cooking oil. When the grains started dancing and popping on the wok, it is time to move them over to a bowl (of sorts), where the grains will be hammered down flat. These flattened grains are like oatmeals, and they are usually consumed with shredded coconut. Now, it may seem easy when the three elderly did the hammering, but when it was our turn to try it out, we were so out of rhythm I think the makciks would have died of heart attack sooner then waiting for her turn to hit the grain.

While waiting for the next performance to set up, we even managed to squeeze in a durian eating session, what with the durian season around the corner and all. Heh. Besides, the resort has an orchard of their own, so why not? Like I said, you will never go hungry in a Malay kampung.

Next, was the silat kura-kura performance, which is only available in Kampung Menerung of Hulu Terengganu. As suggested by the name itself, the silat takes in the form of movements of a tortoise – shrugging shoulders, craned necks, hesitant sliding steps, half-balled fists, half-closed eyes and hissing sounds. Amusing, but entertaining all the same.

Although we have only stayed there for one night, but it felt like we have stayed there for much longer. I thought it was quite an original tactic to have cultural performances during your stay at the resort. I mean, sure there will always be plenty Malay cultural dances to go around, but it was interesting to see something different like tumbuk lesong and silat kura-kura. Something that is only available in Terengganu and nowhere else.

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Warisan Pahlawan Resort
22 Kampung Pauh
21700 Kuala Berang
Hulu Terengganu
Terengganu
Malaysia
T: +6 09 612 0751
E: ej_tourism@yahoo.com

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Becoming legends.

July 22, 2008

Heritage is a fickle thing. It will die along with the old if it is not passed on to the next generation.

In this new world, what is in the past is unlikely to survive. Look around you. Kids do not play traditional games anymore; they would rather spend time on their computers and PS3s and Wii’s. Kids do not wear what their parents used to wear anymore; boys pretend to be black in Americanised fashion and girls pretend to be cute in Taiwanese outfits. Kids do not take up what their parents live on anymore; why be an accountant or a lame business manager when you can travel the world or be an entrepreneur.

But it is a different story in places like Terengganu. A place built upon the pillars of traditions and heritage. What will become of it when the time comes for the past to dissolve and become nothing but the fake display in the deserted museum.

I thought I saw a flicker of sadness in the makcik and pakcik‘s eyes whenever we asked them if they have children taking up what they have been doing since young. They would shrug and say, “Ah, what can you do? Kids have better things to look forward to these days. They don’t need these.” But judging from the downhearted tone in their voices, you know they would still hope their children would continue on the family business. When the time comes, they could die a happy man/woman knowing what they have lived their life on will still be alive when they are long gone.

What they do, is something that involves the entire family. No child, boy or girl, big or small, is ever left behind in this affair. Like the families making Keropok Lekor, Sata and Otak-Otak, famous tidbits in Terengganu made mainly from fish paste.

For Keropok Lekor, it is an industry. While one family goes out to sea to catch fishes, another will await the catch of the day. While one family grinds the fish to paste, another shapes them to boil. These food staples are so famous they got families – lots of them – making it. Every street you go down on, there will be at least one stall set up selling Keropok Lekor. In this case, such heritage is hard to die. Because it has become more than a heritage. It has become a breathing entity.

Modernisation is a two-edged sword when it comes to prevailing a heritage. Some may embrace it, bringing their industry to greater heights. Some will frown at it, seeing it as a threat to kill what they have known their entire life.

There is this makcik who wakes up at 3 in the morning since she was a young girl to make kuih akak, another famous Malay food in Terengganu, and selling them to fixed shops who in turn sell them to the public. The day has come and gone when modernisation came a-knocking and introduced an oven to help better their baking process. But the makcik would rather stick to the traditional way. She would still make the kuihs cooked on charcoals and covered under layers and layers of coconut shells. The old skool kind of oven, as the tour guide put it. It is something you do not see everyday.

But what amazed me more than seeing this makcik still living in the olden days, is seeing kids no older than I taking up the family legacy.

There is a famous wau-maker, who makes traditional Malay kites to professional wau-flyers. And he has got these guys, who would swing by to help carve the colour papers to perfection and cut the bamboos to make the kite frames.

And there is this girl, who is just a year older than me, and she spends every day of her life under her family’s house and by the songket-weaving machine. From 9 to 5 every day, perhaps an hour or two’s break, but every day, just sitting by the machine, memorising the torpedo’s count and weaving the silky patterns onto the cloth. And it’s not like an entire piece could be done in a day; she could only manage a few inches of it in a day and most songkets take roughly a month to finish. There is no manual or directory to teach her how to operate the machine, or what kind of pattern to take up. She grew up watching her mother doing this, and just like that, she knows. It is like the threads are weaved into her blood veins.

And there are these kids who would rather play gasing during their spare time, instead of video games. The kampung leader takes great pride in them little ones because they win awards with their favourite toy. Boys and girls dressed up in traditional Malay wears greeted us with their gasing-playing tactics. Watching them spinning the top on their thumbs, and throwing it from one player to another. Not to mention, they are good at it too.

I am a Chinese who grew up in the city, so it was an eye-opening trip to go into the depths of a Malay village and watch children and elderly breathe to life the traditions I have only read about in primary school textbooks. And as a city-dweller, it was a journey to rediscover simplicity and humility.

You don’t see things like these anymore. Even the people we visit, they are the sole makers left. In a kampung that used to have families making brassware or Keropok Lekor, today there are only a handful of them left. It makes me wonder what will become of these legendary heritage in ten years’ time. But somehow, after seeing the little ones living up to the traditions, I know it will not just disappear one day. If it were to go down in flames one day, they will let it burn bright red all the way.

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