Dated: 2010 Feb 28 Sun
On the Beach I Have Not Been Before - Kijal

Previous Unloads:

2010 Feb 28: On the Beach of Kijal

2010 Feb 10: "Revisiting" the Backyard

2010 Jan 17: To the Bornean Land of the Hornbill

2009 Nov 10: Dedicated to My Teacher, CheGu Ghazali Hanafiah

2009 Jul 25: A Bridge to Bayan Lepas

2009 Jul 16: UDM Maiden Degree Conferement

2009 Jul 1: The Tanjong at the Muara of Terengganu River

2008 Dec 28: The 2008 Year Event

2008 Aug 12: Kenyir Re-Visited

2008 Aug 08: Taken to the Memory Lane - UKM 1970 in 2008

2008 Jun: Bukit Besar - The Last Bastion

2008 May: An Old Man and the Sea

2008 Apr: Drifted from the Past

2007 Nov: Ke Tepian Sang Seluang Melaut

2007 Mar: Duku - The Fruit of Terengganu

2006 Oct: The Faces of Ramadan

2006 Aug: Convocation UKM #34 2006

2006 Jun: Bidong Revisited

2006 May: Kenyir, Here I Come

2005 Nov: Jalan Hale Revisited

2005 Apr: In the Backyard (and Frontyard)

2005 Jan: Seri Puteri Eventually Visited

2005 Jan: SAS Re-Revisited

2004 Jul: In the Heart of Two Cities

2004 May: Cameron Highland Revisited

2003 Nov: Reunion of Class of 66

2002 Sep: A Consequential Events from Feb 2002

2001 Dec: Digging Deep Into the Root: SKBT Revisited

2001 Jul: 29th Covocation of UKM

2000 Dec: Just An Unlucky Day

2000 Jul: A MiniReunion of Class of 66

1999 Dec: Study Tour to Taiwan

1999 Sep 23: A Week on Leave

1999 Sep: The Officiation of Smart Technology Centre, UKM

1998 Apr MOU and Launching of Chito-Chem (M) Sdn Bhd

1997 Dec: Rally Nationwide Vision

1995 Dec: SAS Revisited

1994 May: First Asia Pacific Chitin and Chitosan Symposium (APCCS)

1991 Aug: Study tour to Medan, Indonesia

1991 May: A Visit to Langkawi, the Land of Mahsuri

Feb 26 Fri, wandering to ultimately rendezvous with kiddos in Kijal where they had planned for a good time in one piece together. Started off at near noon from Felda Residence, the prayer at Rantau Abang mosque, and a meal at Paka's 'nasi kukus'. The rendezvous ca 4.30 pm, Angsana B4A and B3A of Kijal Apartment in Awana Kijal.

After strolling the connected areas, one could notice that the original Kijal had returned to its "pingitan" state when the passing road was upgraded in the last ten years and was detoured to avoid the Kijal hill. The hill in 1965 that had jolted my anxiety with the story of the bus travel across it by my Kijal classmate Abdullah Che Din. Which was infinitesimal when I had my own in 1967 in Bentong on the way for the first time to Kuala Lumpur.

Kijal peripheries however had been 'developed' in congruent with other places along the coast. Especially Kemasik which connected Kerteh where the spring development began with Petronas. And with all the cost the locals could not afford. Many perhaps had forgotten the 70's local catch words of 4K - Kerteh, Kemasik, Kijal and Kemaman, in the receding order after Paka from Dungun. Because their "pingitan" had gone. Kijal undoubtedly would remain Terengganu for a little while more.

Looking approx north, the wave of South China Sea. The beach once upon a time was very natural.

The apartment for the poor and clusterous, against the hotel for the rich and nuclear. The beach of Kijal is ruled from here.

The beach, screened from the windows of the apartment and reluctant planted trees. Once was lined by 'natural' coconut trees. With the dancing leaves which measured the ferroceousness of the wind.

The waves that is still natural, and wild. And wilder in monsoon season. But the beach does not longer belonged to the inhibitants.
A Reflection ...
From a time not long ago ...
Soon no one will ever remember ...

And the fun I would never miss to have every time my father took me to visit my mother's relatives in Mengabang Panjang or Mengabang Telung: The frolics on the beach in the late afternoon. First with the rich lives on the water margin under the friendly soft wave; the shells and creatures in the shells, and the creatures underneath the surface in the water margin. Then helping the fishermen pushing the boat to the beach and see their catches. The bristling murmer of sea-breeze through the leave of ru and coconut trees, the smell of salty sea water, and the 'green' fish were very fresh to take to my river- and land-based home life. When monsoon come in late of the year, the life on the beach were almost deserted. Even the creature in the shells buried themselves under the ground. They are replaced by the thunderous waves, trumpeting wind, under the dark sky painted with rainy clouds. Missing from these pictures were hundreds of people, inland fishermen and fisherwomen pulling the 'pukat tarik' on the beach, during bilis fishing. The bilis schools were so near the beach that it could be netted by labours called impromptu. Also missing were the scene of the 'pukat tangkul' team, fishing at a short distance from the beach. On normal visiting days I would stayed on the beach watching these phenomena I was not thinking that they would cease in not to distant future, in fact in my life time. The beach was always with the smell of salty sea water, and the fish and the fish produces.

The rich life on the beach. I used to spent hours and hours 'sorting' the kinds of living things; sometimes played 'hide and seek' with them at the water margin, in the wet sand, and in the sand in the shallow salty water;

The face of the beach in the new phase.

Thanks though the air remained fresh, and the water salty.

And a sudden view in the distant which reminded a deja vu in the past.

A long-life past buddy, an alien to the current dwellers. After a long journey from the unknown world, for a devine cause, but fatefully stranded, and failed to return home. Many centemporaries traced their homage. Including apparently a dog. And some remnants from the rich life of the water margin.

Sura Beach, Dungun 2010. A ramnant from an active life in 1960. What left of once a jetty for the coaches carrying iron ore to feed the waiting ship.

Kijal Beach, 2010. Slowly transforming to follow ditto.

From the mining in the interior, Bukit Besi.

The jetty ten years ago was for the embarkation and disembarkation of different type of "ores".

The sign of being abandoned.

Slowly, but surely.

Changing into a different use.

At least for the time being.