The Trouble with Upstream
So where did I leave you last?
Right, Ujoh Bilang, the capital of Kabupaten Mahakam Ulu. Like I said, it was a quaint little town (well I haven't seen Long Pahangai yet, so Ujoh Bilang was quaint and small now). Lots of dogs running around the street, but as Rexy (the guy from Telkom) told me, the dogs are scared of human. I have a phobia of animals, any kind (seriously, anything with fur and walk on four legs, I'm scared, so it's a good thing that I married Asian man right, not as hairy :P), so even though the dogs are not bothering me in any way, it's still nerve wrecking for me in Ujoh Bilang.
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| Ujoh Bilang at Night |
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| notice, no dogs... me scared of dogs |
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| dinner at Ujoh Bilang, one of my comfort food, nasi goreng |
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| "warteg" at Ujoh Bilang |
So
back to my journey, 9 AM the boatmen called, and I met him on the dock, I
boarded the boat, and it seems to be a good day to start a journey
upstream. Off we went to the next
village, Long Bagun, there we waited, they registered us, and filled up the
tank. I didn’t have time to grab my
breakfast back at the inn, so I went up and got myself a treat.
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| my trustee companion on this journey |
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| my fellow travelers upstream (not in view, a rooster, no joke) |
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| soto banjar FTW |
After the tank being filled, we piled up back to the boat
and I started going through my Instagram stream (I could still get a decent
reception) and going through the streamed of messages that got in, knowing well
the next time I could answer them on time would be Friday. Funny how time flies when you’re deeply invested
on your phone, and suddenly there was this man who took the same boat yelling
out, “You know we better get out, because it will be a while before the
motorist came.” He said that while he
jumped out the boat. I scoffed at him,
thinking drama king. Yep, I was gullible
and inexperienced.
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| some pictures I managed to snap with my phone while waiting for the boatmen |
Then the thirty minutes turned into one hour, and the
passenger gradually got out of the boat one by one. Then the ticketing guy came up to us and
said, “Guys, I’m sorry for people who are going upstream, we have no motorist
(boatmen) for today, so we have to cancel your journey.”
My Capitol Kid attitude kicked in, I’m on a tight
schedule! Does this man know who am I??
Does the river god know whose journey he’s delaying?? (I know we Capitol Kids think the world
revolve around us). I told the man, how
can I get to Long Pahangai, because I have to be there today.
He told me, not today you can’t, we can’t get you upstream
today, no boatmen will go up today, because the water is too low.
Says who you simpleton who obviously know nothing about this
river?! I know I’m being dramatic, I
didn’t actually say that, in reality I got out of the boat, because there was
nothing I could do. I am not the
daughter of Poseidon who could negotiate with the river gods to get me upstream. So after calling my team up in Long Pahangai,
I decided to go back to Ujoh Bilang, and find another way to go upstream.
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| my ride back to Ujoh Bilang |
Then the team in Long Pahangai told me there was another way
to Long Pahangai from Ujoh Bilang, that is, by land. Since it is the dry season, the road will be
passable, but it’s going to cost me IDR 4,000,000 ($350) which was more than
half of my monthly salary. To be honest,
at first when I hear the cost of the journey, I was thinking maybe I should
just stop in Ujoh Bilang and go back to Jakarta with, “Eh I tried, but can’t
get up there.” But I got here already, with
my one day and one night journey, and I just go back empty handed with “eh I
tried”??
I was not raised that way, so I went to the Bappeda
(Regional Planning Agency) in the Kabupaten and asked them if they could arrange a
transportation for me to go to Long Pahangai.
Well as expected the price is still the same, but at least I have a
trustee driver with me, because it was recommended by a government officials (a
colleague I might say).
So off to Long Pahangai I go. I started the journey at 1.30 PM, I was ready
for whatever it is going to hit me on the way.
Another irony, the night before I was communicating with my coworker (my
workhusband) who was forced to take 11 hour journey because his flight from
Toli Toli to Palu was cancelled. That
night, I swear I didn’t mocked him, I was simply stating to him that I thank
God I don’t have to be stuck with 11 hour roller coaster journey because I
don’t think I can make it without getting carsick. Little did I know….
The journey lasted about 4 hours, 4 hours of bumpy ride even
my watch detected that I was in some kind of exercise for all those 4 hours and
I burned about 2200 calories that day (dear Apple you really need to tweak
these watches). Just to give you some
ideas...
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| my ride from Ujoh Bilang to Long Pahangai |
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| my trustee driver pak rahmat |
And in some part I literally used the river, the actual
river as a road, not just for crossing, for the road. Please ignore the background music in some of these videos, Pak Rahmat had some really eclectic taste in music.
All those four hour drive is without a phone reception whatsoever
by the way, because we were literally going through the wilderness. So I had to chat with my driver, he was not a man with a lot of words, nor did
I understand much to what he was saying.
But from our occasional exchanges I gather that he used to work for one
of the timber companies that used to operate in the area. That was why he knew the road like the back
of his hand.
He also told me that his father was one of the congressman
in the regency from 2004 all the way to the recent election in 2019. He resigned from his post because he was
getting too old. He told me that his
father scolded the way he lives, and his job.
His father would want him to wear uniform work for the government. But he told me that it was not the kind of
life that he could live. He was not cut
out for sitting in an office. He much
rather being outside on the field.
Funny huh, things that you can learn when you’re not on
your phone constantly.
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| and the view though.... it's amazing! |
So after 39 hours journey I arrived in Long Pahangai. So I had some time to fantasize about Long Pahangai on the way (four hours of bumpy ride do not give you the time to look at your phone made the imagination goes wild). There are not a lot of picture about Long Pahangai, not a lot of people have visited there, so I imagined it to be picturesque countryside by the river with dimly light bridges and road. When I got there, it was close. Not exactly as is, but it was close.
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| the market |
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| the dock |
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| Pak Camat's house |
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| view from the inn |
The narrow streets, charming shops, and dimly-lighted
street, it was so charming. It made me
realize how fast-paced my life had been for the past years. In here people took their time. With almost no internet connection, the kids
are still running around the streets. In
the afternoon the men go to the riverside and fish while keeping up with the
latest news. Then the kids and the women
took a bath in the river (yes they still do that around here). In here suddenly I have some time to breathe,
to write!
The village only have one inn and one place to eat. It was so small, so simple everyone knew
everyone. I was not used to it, because
for the last 20 years or so I’ve been living in a community who would close
their door (for safety reasons). In Long
Pahangai, the doors are open as long as the owner of the house is awake. The sense of community was felt from the
moment I arrived, as my driver stopped by and said hi to one of his relatives.
Then the next day was the event I really came here for. So I came to Long Pahangai to make a detailed
spatial planning (Zone Planning) in the district. Long Pahangai is one of the outermost district
of the country, so the detailed spatial planning is composed by the ministry
rather than the Regency Government like other district’s detailed spatial
planning. I came here at this time to
get an idea what Long Pahangai looked like, because I have the means to tell
their story, also I have to hear what they have to say about what they want in
the future, and how I can accommodate that in the document that we are about to
compose.
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| me in the meeting trying to keep my poker face |
In the meeting, I was again slapped with harsh reality that
they are dealing with. The electricity
we took for granted in Jakarta, who would complained if it goes out more than 5
minutes, they only got 6 hours of electricity.
6 hours, from 6 pm to 12 pm and that’s it. If you need it for 24 hours you have to buy a
generator, which will cost you (because of the transportation). Moreover the cost of operating the generator
will run pretty high, and even though the cost of diesel is the same with what
it is in Jakarta, but the supply is very limited.
With this limited access to electricity public
service sector was also disrupt. The
cops cannot write out Police Certificate of Good Conduct (SKCK) for the people
who are seeking jobs. They have to wait
until 6pm to work, or they could go to the district office (kecamatan) to print
out document if it was needed immediately.
They have to do this because the Police Force do not have the budget for generator.
They have solar plant, but it was not functional due to
technical mix ups. To add more to the
misery, when the solar plant was operating, it could only generate about 250
watts for 50 houses. 250 watts is too
small, even for a small household these days.
Their access of clean water is also a problem, at the moment
they are relying on the river for their source of water. So they pumped the water from the river,
filtered it, and that’s their drinking water.
The installation for tap water was built a couple years back, but the
solar cells used for the pumps was not enough to generate the electricity for
the big pump, so they changed the pump but did not change the pipes, therefore
the pump was not compatible with the pipes, now the facility laid as a
decoration in the village. My head
starting to burst in the middle of the meeting.
Not because these problems were headaches for me, no, because I feel
like a fake sitting there taking all these problems.
This was not the first time I hear about problems in the
remote areas. But most of the time the
problems I hear were largely caused by the people itself. Not the case in Long Pahangai. The people here are resilient. They figured out ways by themselves, they
pulled through. They’re hoping there are
more that the central government would do to them. Especially, they repeatedly said to me, is
the road. The access to their place is
too limited, the high cost of the transportation (that I have to endured
myself) means high cost to their goods too.
Just to give you an idea, the cost of whole chicken here is IDR 400 –
600 ($35 - $55). That is a whole
restaurant meal for my family!
They’re not asking much, they’re just asking for a program,
that they could benefit, because all other programs that was conducted here
seemed to be (pardon my language) half-assed.
Other failing infrastructure in this place is the cell phone
tower. Physically there is a cell phone
tower in this district, yet it does not work due to bureaucracy mixed up, so it
had been standing there since 2017 doing nothing.
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| the not-functioning cell phone tower |
But I was impressed by them!
I could not recall people with such passion for their community like
them. Even the army leader who was not
the local, have ideas on how to make the district self-reliance by making
paddy-fields by the river, which he said will lower the cost of production and
could make good investment for the people.
I was also in awe by the fact that they already thought out about their
spatial planning since 2014. In 2014 I
was still drowning on my thesis and taking care of my firstborn.
They even told me, that they were tired of people monetizing
them, using their status as the “border area” as means to get projects and
money, but none that they can benefit.
My heart genuinely goes out for them, because I have never seen a
community so willing to move forward yet they have no way of doing it.
There was the “dana desa” discussion. Dana desa, or the village fund from the
government in a large sum of money (around IDR 2 billion per village or more,
about $143,000). They were willing to
use their fund to fix the failing facilities, but they were told it was not yet
their jurisdiction to do so. See the
weird tangled of bureaucracy web in this country, they have to be given the
authority to manage these facilities before they can use their money to fix the
problem. They have the means, but they
are not given the authority. Can’t you
feel their frustration?
So as I was frantically taking notes, hoping I would recall
every single details that were being told by them so I could tell their story
correctly, my head was spinning with ways I could help them. How to get their voices out. They have resources, they have determination,
they have good leadership, what they needed was a connection, a good network to
get their district going.
As the meeting came to end, I took a mental note to at least
fight for the community the way I can.
To help them to have a voice. I
don’t want to be another anecdote for them, like they told me about those who
came before me. This person came
promised us this, but nothing after. I
have to at least, try to make their voice heard. This was not any other business trip.
The day did not end yet, as I walked back from my dinner in
the only warung makan (canteen) available, the elders of the village had been
waiting for us. They would like to show
us what they have, and discuss what they had worked on in 2014. Again, I was in awe. They already did a participatory planning of
the village. They have allocated an area
for new development should the Trans-Kalimantan Road is up and running.
They also told me that it would be nice if they were
included in any decision making regarding development in their area. Because they gave us an example of their
hospital, it was built during the dry season.
Dry season is the worst in terms of access for them. Therefore, the builder complained that the
cost of the built was over their estimated budget. They told me, had the builder converse with
them first, they would advise them to delay the built until the rainy season, so
they could have better access to move the goods.
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| the petinggi adat (the leader of the tribe so to speak) the one in the middle with black shirt, I have the utmost respect for him, the way he speaks and the way he explained what needed to be done, I know he must went to some ivy-league school, he's too awesome! |
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| night meeting with the elders |
Suddenly I felt like John Smith and they’re Pocahontas
singing “Colors of the Wind” to me. How
we, the people of Capitol, always made our policy based on what we know, and
what we are. We often forget that this
country was an array of people, and we’re simply one shade of the
rainbows. We forget that not all people
do not live like we do, or think like we do.
We often forget about local wisdom when we make policies.
That night I feel asleep with heavy thoughts in my
head. What a journey this had been so
far.
Well, I the next day would be my journey home. No, my adventure is far from over.
Please stick around for part 3, I know it is longer than I have intended but bear with me :)
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| gotta add this little guy to represent the dogs of Mahakam Ulu |
