We stopped for lunch around noon at a small roadside
restaurant and had a fairly quick meal.
If you order rice you will get at least 3 other accompaniments with it (a
thali like meal), but if you order a parotha, you will get only one
accompaniment. Ordering can be quite easy.
We are greatly missing our salads and fruits, as we are very cautious as
it relates to food and water.
our two boats tied together pull across the river ferry... |
As we were driving from the ferry area sandbank to the main
island road, we saw many houses of the Missing tribe and you could hear the
clack clack of a loom. We stopped to
inspect one weaver’s handwork on her loom set up under her house. As we drove through the rest of the island we
were to see many looms set up under the houses with either women working on
them or else set up with some weaving in process. Leslie had admired many handloomed
sarees and skirts on the ferry, and had been informed on asking that was the
Missing tribe style.
Lovely to see so many looms under the houses! |
We stopped at the Ghormur Satra (monastery) to see the namghar (prayer hall).
Medjuli island is the heart of the
neo-Vaishnavite philosophy which overly simplified is the worshiping of Vishnu,
the Hindu god know for Preservation. One of the monks opened up the inner
sanctum which hosted an eternal flame. He blessed us with a flower and some
holy flower water that one was to sip (only a pretense on our part) and then
put the remainder on one’s head, which we did.
We were taken to the Ygdrasill Bamboo Guest cottage which is
near the town of Garamur on the west side of the island not to far from where
our ferry had landed. This guest house is basically 2 bamboo thatched hut
cottages perched on concrete pylons over a marshy, bird filled lake. The shower
was the old bucket routine and we enjoyed a warm water rinse before dinner. Our
home stay host was an ex-tour guide Bader, who spoke quite good English. Though
Bader said it was not necessary to sleep under a mosquito net, we requested
that one be put over the bed as we had seen mosquitos since arriving. As the whole large room, which included our
eating area and out back the bathroom, was really open air both from the roof
eaves area and also all the wide cracks in the bamboo floor, there was no point
in trying to plug in some of our electrical mosquito zappers, which was just as
well as there was only battery powered electricity that was intermittent.
Jacquard Loom - cardboard cards |
Card maker for the loom |
After a quick cup of tea we went out to look at the local
weaving cooperative. For the first time we saw a more “industrialized” cottage
industry of weaving where a chain of punched cards with weaving patterns were
used to speed up the process of selecting the threads. This is by guiding the warp thread so that
the weft will either lie above or below it. The sequence of raised and lowered
threads is what creates a pattern in the textile. Leslie had heard from a weaver
in CM in Stitches that these jacquard looms were the basis from which computers
were developed.
We told Bader what an excellent meal he had served and then,
we he had left, proceeded to eat one of
our two remaining biscuit packs, since we needed something sweet.
Colorful Mising hand woven clothing for sale |
We did not get much sleep as during the night there was an
electrical storm that was at first only flashes of lightening (Leslie wondered
who was outside our cottage shining a flash light around as the light filtered through the bamboo walls) and then it became a
full storm. After the storm there was a
loud alarm like sound that made Leslie think I had gone to the bathroom with
our little bodyalarm (alarm, light, seat-belt cutter gadget) and had inadvertently
pushed the alarm button instead of the light.
This had happened once before in Mon and we had not been able to turn it off so had to
muffle it under our luggage. As she went
to leap out of bed to assist me she found me right there. Still concerned about the noise she now was
convinced it was our Nuk-Alert going off and that something must have happened
in the Korean standoff. Needless to say
in the end it was recognized that the noise was just screaming cicadas but neither of us had a good nights sleep!
Tucked up in her sleep sack |
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