Laure, Karen, Peter, Phyllis, Robert. Alvin, Shan |
Monday morning while visiting Semenggoh Wildlife Centre, I finally got to meet Peter John,
Karen’s Iban husband, who arrived barefoot and dressed for the part of a traditional
upriver Iban. My wife had Googled Peter the
night before, so I saw a picture of him in London, and recognized his face,
but not in those clothes…
We arrived in time for the 9:00 am
feeding, but since orangutans don’t wear watches they don’t always come for
their appointed times, especially during fruit season. Forty minutes had passed before they finally answered
the call, a mother and an infant, not to the feeding area, but a clearing
opposite of the entrance. Before we went
to see them, and after the other tourists had left, Richard took some shots of
me walking through jungle.
Later, at another section of Semenggoh they considered filming me for my interview in the jungle but the steady drone of traffic couldn’t be avoided, so Richard settled on taking additional shots of me making my way through various patches of jungle.
Laure and Richard became excited when
Karen located wild pepper growing on a rather tall tree, perfect for their
pepper story.
wild pepper |
I had been looking forward to riding in a longboat on the upper Sarawak River, but once we reached Kampung Giam, we brought the rain with us and had to wait it out on the veranda at Homestay Kampung Giam, run by a friend of Peter’s. We drank tea, ate muffins and curry puffs, and took groups photos.
When the weather broke, Richard
filmed Peter and a Bidayuh, the owner of a longboat they had hired, as they made
a tricky ninety-degree turn from the tributary onto a faster paced upper
Sarawak River bloated by the recent rain.
He filmed them leaving, while Michel got a wider river view from his
drone. For some reason, the drone
dropped among the elephant grass on the far side of the river, so Peter had to
retrieve it. They were just glad it
didn’t land in the river.
Michel tested it, and it
seemed okay, so they picked up on their filming where they had left off. Before they went upriver toward Kampung Git,
Karen had lobbied on my behalf, but Laure had assured her that I would be sent
for later, though logistically we weren’t sure how that could be arranged since
we would be out of communication.
I shrugged off my
disappointment, having resigned myself that there would be no longboat trip for
me, and joined the others in the van….Along the way we stopped for lunch and
Alvin regaled us with stories from his special forces days; he was quite
entertaining and even told us how to make a traditional poison that wives often
used to kill their husbands that could take up to three months; gradually the
stomach would be coated and unable to absorb food and then all trace would be
gone. It was quite ingenious, though I
was glad my wife was not present.
At Kampong Git, I was
chatting with Karen on the beach, while Michel took drone shots over the river,
when a longboat approached. I recognized
the Bidayuh and he said in his very limited English one word, “Drone,” so we
called Michel and got him and his drone into the longboat. Then he said, “Two,” and Karen interpreted
that to mean “two people”, that they were also sending for me to finish off
the Maugham sequence as Laure had promised.
Michel Viet and his drone |
There we were, the three of us going
upriver….Twenty minutes later, we ran out of gas; luckily he had some spare in
a container and we arrived ten minutes later on a beach—a pebbled spit of land
at the edge of the river where Richard was filming Peter cooking fish and rice
inside various bamboo.
Richard was not at all pleased
because we failed to bring his tripod!
The Bidayuh only said two words and neither of those words was “tripod”. I don’t know why no one thought to jot down a
message to give us; besides we thought they had loaded the tripod for the first
trip. Then I began to wonder, when he
said “two” did he mean “two items: drone
and tripod….Suddenly, I felt like a third wheel.
When the
drizzling rain began to disrupt the filming, Laure remained unflappable as she waited
it out with minimal fuss and no dramatics.
She and Richard had been there before—grumbling never helps and patience
with a positive attitude can go a long ways.
Richard had addition concerns, his filming equipment, his spare lens and
the other photographic gadgets that he needed to make sure they got the best
shots under the worst lighting situations.
When the drizzle became
a downpour, Richard covered his equipment with a heavy duty poncho, a tarp from
the longboat, and my poncho as an extra layer of protection.
Borneo rivers
have a nasty reputation of rising quickly; in no time, water had made inroads
to where all the equipment had been placed.
Noticing that his backpack was getting wet, Richard started grabbing
stuff and we all pitched in to move everything as quickly as possible to higher
ground, under the trees. Ourselves,
included.
Once the rain stopped, the Bidayuh continued
to fish using a weighed net casting it into the river, while Richard picked up
where he had left off taking close ups of Peter cooking fish and lemang and potatoes and prawns with
lemongrass in a large bamboo. It smelled
and tasted delicious when it was served on large leaves plucked from the nearby
jungle.
We also tried plump sago worms cooked
in an open fire, which tasted fine, though I would’ve preferred marshmallows.
Looking at Peter in this setting you
would never have imagined that he studied in the US and lived in London for a
number of years and was a deejay in Singapore with a deep voice. But here, he could be an Iban from generations
ago, with headhunting in his blood, living off the land.
Since he had no tripod, Richard had to use an overturned bucket for storing fish to sit on and did his best to keep the movie camera still while filming Peter at the helm of longboat as he talked about his life as an Iban living in Sarawak.
For me, just being there was a pleasure watching the French crew
work. Having worked together for twelve
years, Laure and Richard knew each other’s idiosyncrasies. They had developed a level of trust in each other. They were professionals—they both wanted a
good product that they could be proud of.
Basically they were a one woman, one man team, who got help along
the way, like with Michel and his drone, whom they flew from Kuala Lumpur to
Kuching for the rest of the Maugham shots, the pepper story and the Personal
Invitation piece on Peter.
They also had KL
based Shan, who liaises with film productions from oversea, offering them
logistical assistance, Alvin their driver cum tour guide who assisted many different
ways, including sourcing for jungle locations to film, and us, their filming
subjects, quick to offer suggestions and tips and bring in others to assist
like Karen whose proved invaluable for her production assistance into putting
together the complicated pepper story through her myriad of connections.
Laure told me
that Richard always wanted the better shot, not a merely good shot; at times,
when weather and daylight were working against them, sometimes you just need to
get any shot that you can under the circumstances, which was better than no
shot! Still the compromised shots they
did get were always better than what Laure was willing settle for….Richard had
good instincts; he knew what he was doing, and Laure was only too happy to work
with him.
Sometimes holding
out for that last great shot would pay off as we soon discovered when they
filmed my final Maugham segment in Part V.
—BorneoExpatWriter
Here's a link to the intro and excerpts, and to four reviews of Trois Autres Malaisie in eurasie.net, Malaisie.org, easyvoyage.com, and Petit Futé mag.
The ARTE TV report will be broadcasted on June 5th: http://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/071100-062-A/invitation-au-voyage. It will be available online until August 4th!
7 comments:
Just read this Robert. You have such a natural way with language. I loved it especially the bit about the poison and the drone.
Thanks! Drone will take center stage in Part 5!
Maybe Maugham had observed the same thing, I mean,the barbecue.
Hmmm, the poison recipe sounds interesting. You're sure you didn't get the ingredients jotted down? ;-)
I got most of them but didn't want to be blamed for anyone's untimely demise...
This is a lovely story. As I read this story (and the earlier parts), I feel as though I am vicariously going on this trip.
I am intrigued by the poison bit as well. Is this the same poison used for blowpipe darts?
No, that's different...I was hesitant to include that poison stuff, but to listen to Alvin talk about it such a straight forward manner as if he was passing us a receipt to make brownies or something; all of us were mesmerized, and no doubt thinking, boy this surely could come in handy....Had I gone on that earlier longboat ride, I would've missed it and all the other great stories he told. This way, I got the best of both worlds; great stories and a longboat trip! Can't ask for more...felt like I had a month's worth of fun and new experiences packed into two days that took me five blogs to write about...
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