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TRAVELLIVE 04-2016

Istanbul, the first days of spring… I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here. I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team. I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach. Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?

Istanbul, the first days of spring…
I’m warming myself in the sun on a café’s balcony in the Old Town. The sunbeams are as stunning as the fine strands of newly reeled silk. Meanwhile the old oak trees give their morning greeting to the glossy stone road as their red-brown leaves gently fall. The Old Town is still half-asleep, like a lazy girl who’s turned off her alarm after ringing the first time. Sunlight visits each street, dancing happily on passers-by’s shoulders, making the atmosphere more intimate to me – the traveler’s first time here.
I feel more amorous in Istanbul. I’m enchanted by everything, from sweet lokum to the light sour ice-cream with ground ice on top, or from the gorgeous domes of hundreds of mosques and palaces to their uniquely designed windows, and from the discreet eyes of Muslim girls to the multitude of boards and posters with the images of Besiktas – the city’s legendary football team.
I have fallen in love with Bosphorus Bay since the first time seeing the seagulls hovering in the open sky, creating invisible strings that connect the two continents – Asia and Europe. The clear blue sky is reflected on the deep blue sea, giving me tranquility. I drop my last Lira into the water of the Bosphorus, not to make a wish, but in hopes that they will preserve my memories here. And somehow, the water currents might bring them somewhere else to be found by me again, or might accidentally be stumbled upon by a boy who is playing with sand on a sunny beach.
Tomorrow, I will go to Grand Bazzar, buy some postcards, and write something to leave beneath the sun near a mosque before sending them to some friends of mine. I do hope that these postcards, together with the coins, will inspire and attract more visitors to this land. Uhm… will you come there?

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White skin equals beauty in Malaysia, and single women use borak<br />

everyday to find a spouse. Mothers apply it to their children’s skin<br />

because they are constantly exposed to the sunlight.<br />

was greeted by dozens of smiles. The little group<br />

of children gathering around me were over the<br />

moon with joy as I produced a packet of biscuits<br />

from the bag, bought a few seconds earlier from<br />

one of the shops. I’m used to being asked for food<br />

and money, but by distributing the biscuits and<br />

exchanging a few friendly looks, the Bajau children<br />

soon got used to my presence and went back to<br />

playing in the water. Of all the people in the world, the<br />

Bajau spend the most time in the water. These are real<br />

mermen, the people who only feel whole when in their<br />

element: the ocean.<br />

I managed to visit the other islands where the Bajau<br />

live over the next four days. Some of the islands<br />

such as Tabbalanos are not even referenced on the<br />

internet, perhaps because they are too small for the<br />

giant that Google has become. Yet this might be<br />

what has preserved the tranquility of its inhabitants.<br />

I traveled across the ocean and met the tribes on the<br />

islands of Mabul, Omadal, Sibuan, Maiga, and the<br />

village of Tagatan. The houses in Tagatan are built on<br />

stilts over the lagoon. I met a family there who had<br />

fled from the Philippines a few years earlier to settle<br />

in this peaceful haven.<br />

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I could easily count the number of bungalows on<br />

the island, eleven altogether. Eleven<br />

small houses placed there between<br />

land and sea. It was later that I learned<br />

from Karim that each family had<br />

about five children. Women give birth<br />

here in their stilted huts. Most Bajau<br />

are born, live, and die on their land.<br />

Life is organized around fishing, and<br />

they have no knowledge of reading or<br />

writing. Regardless of age, everyone<br />

finds his place and helps catch fish.<br />

Younger children are constantly on the<br />

boats learning how to dive or swim,<br />

while those of about 8 years or older<br />

are already busy hunting. The Bajau do<br />

not know their ages. They have a rough<br />

concept of age, but measured time<br />

doesn’t matter much to them. Only the<br />

present moment counts. I took out my<br />

camera to capture the moments, in awe<br />

before such wonders, a feeling that you<br />

can easily understand when seeing this<br />

island lost at sea and it’s inhabitants<br />

totally at peace with their values and<br />

traditions.<br />

Further information<br />

Itinerary<br />

ü It takes 2-3 hours to fly<br />

from HCMC or Hanoi to Kuala<br />

Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia.<br />

Fly from Kuala Lumpur to<br />

Tawau (2.5 hours), then take a<br />

bus to Semporna (1 hour) and<br />

travel by boat to the islands<br />

(1 hour).<br />

Cuisine<br />

ü Bajaus people live far from<br />

the civilization so there isn’t<br />

any tourist services here. On<br />

some islands where they live,<br />

you can find some small shops<br />

mainly serving the community.<br />

Accommodation:<br />

ü At night you should go back<br />

to Semporna. There are some<br />

mini hotels here for about<br />

40USD/night. On some tourist<br />

islands such as Mabul, hotels<br />

are much expensive.<br />

Discover<br />

ü if you have a chance to visit<br />

the islands, you should spend<br />

time wandering around floating<br />

villages built on coral reef in<br />

lagoons.<br />

Though small, each of these places are different.<br />

Some of them are larger and contain<br />

more people. There are seventy<br />

families in Omadal living in stilted<br />

bungalows that are connected to<br />

one another by bridges so that the<br />

tight-knitted community may live<br />

together peacefully. You can find<br />

some small shops (food stands) and<br />

even a football field here. Upon my<br />

arrival, I was greeted once again by<br />

the children and took a picture of<br />

them with their hair bleached blond<br />

by the salt water. Women further on<br />

were smearing their faces with borak,<br />

a local turmeric paste they use every<br />

day to protect their skin from the sun.<br />

White skin equals beauty in<br />

Malaysia, and single women use<br />

borak everyday to find a spouse.<br />

Mothers apply it to their children’s<br />

skin because they are constantly<br />

exposed to the sunlight. I noticed a<br />

small boat arriving towards the beach<br />

loaded with provisions to stock the<br />

island’s stores and food stalls.

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