I am lucky, in the midst of muddles, I have chance to relax my mind, forgetting at least a moment on the office works and etc..etc… I went to Sematan, my hometown where my kampong is situated. I feel so anxious, and I plan to stay overnight at a resort, a popular on his name for the locals, most likely because of its newly established. And I decide to stay there.
Driving about one and half hour from the Kuching City is a pleasure for me. I almost switch off my handphone so that I can really enjoy my holiday, this time at my hometown! Arrived at Sematan, I called my old friend asking on the location of the resort, Palm Beach Resortwhich is located about two or three kilometers from the town. I really surprise! The site is at Sungai Kilong which is my place looking for lokan and fishing “puyu” on my childish time. Today, it is totally different, a modern resort decorated with its environmental friendly landscape.
I park my car, met the friendly security guard which leads me to the registration counter, a sweet young lady greet me than. I was given a pamphlet on the room list, and of course I choose the cheapest one. When I check in, I think it just not worthy for paying RM 180.00 per night for a small room equipped by very basic facilities. At last, I change my mind after I enjoy the beach beauty on sunset. Far in the middle of the sea is Talang-Talang Island, The Turtle Sanctuary which being gazette by the Sarawak Government. It is the place where the Dayak Selakau celebrates their annual celebration on the “Nyamah Pulo” before it was totally extinct few years ago. I remind me to my childish young engineer dreams of building a transparent tunnel from the main land to the island. I wish I could, but it was never happened, anyway.
On my left and right is a long white sandy beach, families enjoy swimming, a young couple playing their kite and a western tourist enjoy the sunsets. Ohhh… I feel great. I let my son to enjoy the beauties, play with sand and swim, as me myself enjoy on my hobby taking on the scenic view.
Far on the mainland is Gunung Pueh, where my kampong is located on its leg. Suddenly I feel on “If” I have the opportunity to build my own house here, the dream that will never happen….
At night, I enjoy my dinner on the resort restaurant, the food needs improvement anyway. I think I don’t mind to pay more for local seafood and beers! While my enjoying their sleep, I spent few hours on the beach with few of my old friends, telling lots of stories about our future and ambitions. No need to elaborate on this…
The next morning, I continue enjoying the beautiful of the beach. It’s even more beautiful, I guess. On this time, the fishermen boats are on the sea, pouring their full efforts for as many catch as they can. On the beach is local who share the profits with the resort, catching the shrimp or better known as “bubok” by the locals.
On the way back to my Kampong, I notice that resorts are built along the road which leads to the former Sematan Airport. The last I drive through this “haunted road” as describe to me before, it was still a sandy road.
At Sematan Town, nothing much changes, except for two new buildings known as Medan Selera by the locals. It is a beautiful architecture; my first impression is that Sematan has built a win of Beijing Olympic Birdnest Stadium!
Oh ya…Sematan is among the cleanest town in Malaysia, no 4d, no snooker or billiards, no karaoke and no “chicken”, as far on my acknowledgement. With the well development of transforming himself to be a leading tourist attraction, one day this title have to taken off anyway… Until that time comes, just enjoy the beaches, and if lucky you can buy and taste the turtle eggs which is normally trade as smuggle. The price is not cheaps, I used to buy it sometimes three years ago, and cost me about RM 1.00 for an egg that is just as small as a table tennis ball. Believe me, once you taste it, you will try to find more, only in Sematan!
On my way back to Kuching, my mind is just too heavy to go back to my office. Tomorrow, I again have to force myself on the workloads which I think at the end nobody will appreciate it. I miss the beautiful of the paradise of Sematan Beach.
More and more resorts and hotels built for the tourists. Some says that the locals (like me) could take advantage on this, taking opportunities on the soup and bones whiles the "others" take the meats (direct translation).
This is from the bottom of my heart, the Selakau needs their land title, assurance that we will not be neglected from the future developments. Thanks to Government for the infrastructures built for us, but I think whoever the Government, to look into my first time wish for our land.
Is my wish too much?