Kampong Peta is an aboriginal village located in the entry to the Endau Rompin National Park. Meaning “Map Village,” the first natives of the region named it this place (or maybe it was explorers soon after) as it was the pinnacle for mapping the rest of the park. This was explained to me by Lagume, who is the son of one of the larger patriarchs (but not the leader) of the village. As you’ll see below, the village has a mixture of modern and older customs and technology. It was an interesting blend of culture I would compare to Native American reservations in the United States. Interestingly different for us was the endless number of dogs. While not treated as pets they were kept around as anonymous creatures to help in hunting). There were as many dogs as there were chickens running around the yards in the village. We ate three meals a day at this place, and grew to know the folks there like they were some kind of temporary family.
Waiting for the boat (that never came) to bring me up-river:
Another boat, unusable:
William, our guide, inspecting the lizard:
Scenes from the Community Library:
The barbed-wire-complete water measuring station:
Some abandonment. A very organic procedure, as the people of Peta told me. Apparently if a building gets built with good intentions, it only retains its value if used. Otherwise it can go into disrepair. In other circumstances, buildings can be built but people can run out of money and the buildings never finish. Some of this misfortune appeared to be aligned with weather/environmental influences.
A stray cat:
A couple traditional tribal traps;
An old canoe:
Jason on his first moto ride:
The following are scenes from the night-walk, which featured all-manner of beast. First, bats:
Wasp/termite nest (cannot recall):
A strange, cockroach-like insect: