Malaysia 4 – Penang 1 – George Town

Our last stop in Malaysia was Penang Island, and George Town. Most people in the West just refer to this as Penang, Malaysia. Above is the Chaiya Mangalaram Thai Buddhist Temple, which is home to the third largest reclining Buddha in the world, measuring 108 feet long, as seen above.

Interior of Chaiya Mangalaram Thai Buddhist Temple, with the massive reclining Buddha

The many influences of Europe and Asia have endowed this city with a unique multicultural heritage, which can be seen in the diversity of religious sites and ethnic restaurants. George Town has 31 Chinese temples, plus a myriad of other eclectic religious sites represented by Hindu, Thai, Burmese, Taoism, Islam, and Christian. The state of Penang has a population of 1.7 million, with approximately 45% Chinese and 43% Malay.

Penang Island is known throughout Asia as Malaysia’s prime melting pot, with its wide mix of eastern cultures. Today, the different cultural and religious communities in George Town continue to live in harmonious coexistence despite their cultural and ethnic differences.

Kek Lok Si (Temple of Ultimate Happiness) is the largest Buddhist Temple in Malaysia. It is also an important pilgrimage site for Buddhists from Hong Kong, Philippines, Singapore and other countries in SE Asia. The temple is more than 130 years old, and parts of it were under reconstruction (lower-center) when we visited. The architecture is influenced by Chinese, Burmese, and Thai design.

Kek Lok Si Temple complex was built between 1890-1930, and has a seven-story pagoda (upper-center) with 10,000 alabaster and bronze statues of Buddha. Another attraction of the temple is the bronze statue of the Goddess of Mercy.

There are strict open hours for this temple… but the hours listed on various signs throughout the temple all showed different hours for closing…? We decided to play it safe and leave at one of the “middle closing times” posted. Oops. Seemed the monks were using the earliest closing time, and we found ourselves locked inside the temple, with all exit gates locked. We finally found a monk who pointed us to the parking garage, out through which we could escape to the front gate, which a guard opened to let us outside to call a Grab taxi.

As we wandered around town, we came across a large Victorian building that was almost entirely vacant. There were signs of recent activity, but only a vendor or two present. When we returned to our hotel, we asked the owner about it, and were told that there are two great wet markets in town, but they are only open in mornings.

We decided to return in the mornings, to check out each market when they were active. Chowrasta is the oldest and largest community wet market in George Town, and provided lots of interesting browsing and images. The fish ranged from small (upper-right) to massive (center), and the butchers even cut the whole fish into steaks. There were chickens ready to take home and roast… including the first time we have seen a rooster on the counter, complete with red comb (upper left). And, of course, there was durian for sale (lower-right), as every market in Malaysia has.

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We always try to capture the life of markets we visit, and frequently interact with the vendors. Most of them are open to getting their photos taken, as was the man proudly showing off his fish (upper-right). The second of the markets we were directed to by the hotel owner was the Campbell Street Market. This is one of the most popular community markets on Penang Island.

This 75 second video tries to capture the activity of the wet market. It opens with fish being descaled, then moves on to the cutting of various fish varieties, preparing chicken, making coconut juice, and finally rapid manual peeling of shrimp.

Malaysia 3 – Malacca

The photographic highlight of Malacca (aka Malaka) is the “Floating Mosque,” which first opened in 2006. It sits out over the Straits of Malacca on stilts. It is an interesting structure during the day (see below), but it really comes to life at night. The image above was one we captured at sundown, as the sky gathered it strongest colors and the mosque lights began to come on.

To enter the mosque, it is required that men wear long pants and the woman have a scarf over their hair. Neither of us was properly dressed for this, but fortunately, they loan free sarongs for men and scarves for women at the entrance. That allowed us on the manmade island and the grounds of the mosque.

After some sun calculations, we knew pretty much where we wanted to photograph the sunset from. The beach along that stretch was pretty rocky and not very inviting though (bottom – right edge of image). We could see a jetty about 100 yards away that looked ideal, but there was no obvious way to get there. Scouting around, we found a gate open and with some rock clambering, found the spot we wanted to take our sunset photo (where the bottom image and opening image of this post were shot from).

On the way out, we tracked down the security guard, and he told us the gate closes at 7PM. hmmm… Sunset is at 7:30, and we want to keep shooting later. After a short conversation, we offered to “pay for his time” if he would keep the gate open longer. He agreed, and told us to return by 6:30PM, or the gate would be locked. We returned, “paid him for his time” and he agreed to keep the gate unlocked until 8PM so we could leave later. Bingo!

As we set up our tripods, we were amused to see a group of photographers trying to set up at the less desirable location well below where we set up. One of them called to the others “Look where they are! Let’s go there!” and soon we had far more company than we had expected on the jetty, as they also climbed over the rocks to reach our shooting location. Everything worked out well though, as the group was from Singapore, and extremely friendly. In fact, the leader of that group gave us his phone number and said to call him when we got to Singapore. When we reach that blog post in a few days, you will see the amazing places he took us on his tour of that city.

This 10 second time-lapse shows the sunset as the lights of the mosque come on. I would have liked for it to extend another hour into “Blue Hour,” but we had an agreement with the guard, and didn’t want to find ourselves locked in overnight, so we left at 8PM.

Malacca City is the capital of the state of Malacca, Malaysia. Malacca developed into one of the most important trading ports in SE Asia during the 16th century. Malacca was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2008, and is an exceptional example of multi-cultural heritage. At its center is Jonker Street, the main street in Chinatown.

The Jonker Street Night Market is one of the most popular tourist markets in Melacca. It is open Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays from 6 PM – midnight, and has some of the best street food we have experienced. We treated ourselves to freshly made potato chips (center), fresh oyster omelettes Upper-left), and fresh cooked scallops (lower-right).

At times Jonker Street has a feeling of being in Disneyland. You will find brightly lit pimped up pedicabs carrying tourists around the old city (top two rows), and boats filled with tourists riding the river (bottom-center and bottom-right). Walking along the riverfront, you pass by dozens of bars, many with live music. Even away from the “Hawker Food” (their name for street food vendors), this time of night is alive with people of all ages and country origins enjoying themselves.

The photos above don’t really give you a good sense of what the atmosphere is like with the hundreds of pimped up pedicabs, each blasting music at full volume. We stood on a couple street corners, and captured a few examples in video form, to help bring this to life in 50 seconds.

One thing I found humorous was the number of pedicab passengers spending their ride time engrossed in their smart phones, rather than the ride around them. There were others though, that were fully enjoying the ride, rocking and swaying to the music and each other.

Malaysia 2 – Enroute to Malaka

We decided to visit Malaka (the Malaysian spelling, though most English web sites refer to it as Malacca) after reading some interesting articles. It was a bit of a last minute decision, and we decided to hire a driver to take us there. We decided to use MyDayTrip to find a driver and car. We made a couple of stops along the way, and drove over the bridge shown above at one point.

Our first stop along the route was at the Batu Caves. This is a popular tourist attraction, as well as a place of pilgrimage for Tamil Hindus in Malaysia. It is a Hindu shrine dedicated to Lord Murugan (the golden statue top-left).

There are 272 steps into the caves (rainbow steps above). Because of limited time, along with not being dressed properly for entering the temple (Burt was wearing shorts), we opted to not climb the stairs.

Monkeys were everywhere, and we were warned to keep our iPhones out of sight and reach, lest the monkeys steal them. In general, the monkeys were well behaved though, taking bananas from tourists, who bought them from a vendor at the edge of the plaza. There were also thousands of pigeons, again being fed and pampered by the tourists (lower-right).

The Putra Mosque is the principal mosque in Putrajaya, the new administrative capital of Malaysia. The mosque is commonly known as the pink mosque, due to being built with rose-tinted granite. It is very new, having been built in 1997. Despite being so new though, it was having major renovation being done to it already (upper-left and lower-right), which heavily limited our access and images we could capture.

Malaysia 1 – Kuala Lumpur

When we first thought of going to Kuala Lumpur, we expected to get some nice skyline photographs. After searching for suitable sites though, we concluded that there is no good location to shoot the skyline from. When studying alternatives, we kept coming up with the Twin Towers as being the true iconic view in the city.

There is a park at the base of the towers (seen at the bottom of the image above), but the perspective from there was poor. We then discovered the Traders Hotel Sky Bar, on the 33rd floor, which is directly across from the towers, and presents an unobstructed view. We headed there a bit before sundown, set up our tripods, and watched the scene unfold as we drank margaritas and ate some tapas. About half an hour after sunset, the sky turns a deep blue color that shows beautifully in photographs, as seen above.

Kuala Lumpur is the capital of Malaysia. It is an exotic city with lots of shopping, fabulous world-class restaurants, and a mix of ethnic and religious people all living and working together. It is the fastest growing metropolitan area of the country and the 6th most visited city in the world. We spent one afternoon wandering through Chinatown (right two columns), from which can be seen some of the uniquely designed skyscrapers (first column) that the city is famous for.

We often enjoy wandering through street markets, which are called “Hawker Markets” in Malaysia — likely because there are people hawking the food and trying to get customers to eat there. The short 80 second video above shows a few of the interesting street food scenes we saw.

It opens with an ice cream vendor, reminiscent of similar vendors we have seen in Turkey. These guys (always men) put on quite a show for your ice cream cone! Then we see some chestnuts being roasted, and finally a unique way to make potato chips that we found fascinating.

Kuala Lumpur is also known for its diversity in cultural and ethnicity. Traditional art is centered around crafts. The Central Market was a pleasant surprise, mostly selling more upscale trinkets than seen in other markets in town (all except center and center-right).

We were particularly excited to see a photographic exhibition, Masters of Disguise, by Chien Lee Wildlife Photography (center and center-right). His wildlife photographs are absolutely stunning, with photos from Borneo, Ecuador, Indonesia, Madagascar and New Guinea. This photo show concentrates on animals that are masters of camouflage, or “disguise” as the show describes it. The photos were exquisitely displayed, and often we had to hunt to find the animal, though it was the dominant part of the image, so well had it camouflaged itself into its environment. Chien started out as an environmental educator in California before relocating to Borneo, where he now focuses on conservation.

A fun side trip was to the somewhat touristy Pulau Ketam, aka Crab Island, off the coast of Selangor, Malaysia. We were eating dinner in a street cafe in Kuala Lumpur one night, and noticed a fascinating photo of a fishing village on the wall. When I asked the waitress where the photo was taken, she told us of this island, and we decided to take a short trip to check it out.

We hired a driver and car (we will NOT drive in Malaysia!!) to take us there for a day. We reached a small port city (lower right), and then took a small high speed ferry (center right) for 30 minutes to the island. Our first impression of the island was… mud… We had not considered how much the tide affects this area. We had arrived at low tide, and most of the fishing boats were grounded (top). When we left a few hours later, the tide was coming in, and the boats were again floating (center left).

The island itself was composed of small rectangular plots with homes on piles, and a maze of concrete paths connecting them (lower-center). There are no gasoline vehicles allowed on the island, but there were numerous electric motorcycles (lower-left).

Besides the homes for the population of 8000, there were religious structures everywhere you turned. Christian churches, Islamic mosques, Hindu temples, Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and others were all side-by-side throughout the island. Almost all were in good condition. The few shabbier ones were clearly in the process of renovation (bottom-left).

Being named “Crab Island,” we knew that we had to eat crab there. We stopped at a small outdoor restaurant named “Remember Me” and had some delicious chili crab.

There are more than than 10 night markets in Kuala Lumpur, so you could visit a different one for each night of the week. One evening, we walked to one closest to our hotel, the Jalan Alor Street Food Night Market.

The first thing we smelled was durian (lower-right). It is so famously smelly that it is banned on all airplanes, and some hotels. You cannot walk within a block of a durian vendor without smelling it. We had always considered it something to avoid, but Murni (the owner of the hotel we stayed at in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia) told us how much she loved it as a child, and how it is her favorite fruit. On this street market, you could buy it in the form of pastries, ice cream, cut up as fresh fruit, or juice (called “soursap”). We took the plunge and tried it… Not bad…

Indonesia 28 – Toraja 7 – Grandpa’s Last Party

This is the last big party before the spirit of the deceased ascends to heaven in the village of Kandeapi, in Toraja, South Sulawesi. Once the burial is complete, the sprit is finally released. It was a festive occasion, with the friends and family carrying the deceased in the procession from the festival site to the final cave burial site. Those in the march carrying the bola bola seemed like a bunch of wild teenagers having fun, singing and laughing. Several times, it seemed like the coffin would drop, as the coffin was carried up the hill on a bamboo platform. There was a drum beating. There were mud fights, cow pie fights, water fights, boys throwing each other into the rice fields, and dancing. There was not a tear in sight.

We were enroute to another destination, but our van got stopped behind a row of trucks, and we could not see what the holdup was. Sada, our local guide got out to check it out, then came quickly running back, shouting excitedly “they are carrying a coffin to the burial site!” We all clambered out and quickly ran to catch up to the procession (top). This is the finale of the 3-4 day funerals we reported on earlier this week, when the deceased is transported to his final grave site then buried. Sada told us we were really lucky to be able to witness every part of the funeral.

The bola bola carries the deceased in a red mattress-like coffin (center-left). It was rocking and rolling enroute from the temporary festival grounds to the final grave site on the cliff face (center-right). The grandsons carried a picture of their grandfather and posed (center) with their frolicking friends (bottom). Several times the bola bola actually dropped to the ground. The goal of the procession was to wake up the corpse so it would have one last look at the world he is leaving. The procession leads the deceased past the rice fields, the church and his village, before being placed into the final cave burial site. Clearly, everyone was having a good time.

The bola bola (funeral house transport) was brought up to the waiting grave slotted in the cliff wall (upper-left). The body was placed inside the cave, still wrapped in its soft cushion, and then the temporary wooden door was sealed over the hole (upper-right). This wooden door will later be replaced by a permanent seal cover, with a ledge for loved ones to leave food and other offerings in the future.

The bola bola was then moved to a location on the side (top-middle, lower-left and lower-middle), where it will sit until it deteriorates, and/or is replaced by the bola bola from another deceased village member. It was then time to celebrate, so the entire team of mostly teenagers gathered together. While shouting and pumping fists, other family members (and of course, us) took the group photograph (center). After most of the group had dispersed, four of the boys surrounded Evelyn and wanted to see her photos on her camera LCD, since we clearly had more advanced cameras than anyone else there. One of them, Sambo, gave Evelyn his WhatsApp information and asked that we send him the photos and videos (lower-right). We did so a couple days later, and he responded with enthusiastic thanks. Even the grandsons made a point to personally thank us for attending their grandfather’s funeral.

It is believed that you are born into a Torajan boat-shaped house, and leave in the same way, so the architecture of the bola bola is the same style. This was the last day of the 3-4 day funeral. In this funeral for Mr. Marthen Sampe, the deceased was a farmer, and 18 buffalo were sacrificed.

The photos above give some of the flavor of the event, but this 3 minute video really brings it to life. If you are reading this, it is worth the time to watch! Listen for the joy of the funeral procession. Torajans embrace death and celebrate it from the day they are born.

During the funeral season, there are many such funerals happening every day. Our guide said he thought there were at least 6 simultaneous funerals this week, though sometimes there are as many as 20. Indeed, most of the villages we walked or drove through were totally vacant and businesses closed. Everyone had gone to one of these funerals to celebrate the passing of some village member.

With that many funerals happening, it was not unusual to stumble upon one quite by accident. That is what happened with the funeral procession this post opened with above. It is also what happened here, when we came across Day 1 of another funeral. This is the day when the deceased officially transforms from “sick” to “dead” and is brought to the top of a tower to preside over his funeral. This is also the day in which buffalo are sacrificed in his honor — 32 buffalo in this instance.

While we were there, the buffalo were brought in (upper-left), and then gathered on the main common grounds (center). The guests were seated, and then a moderator spoke at length (in Malaysian, so we had no idea what he was saying), and then… nothing…

We learned later that the people were still negotiating how many animals would be sacrificed on which days and what the detailed schedule of events would be. Several of our group had already been seated inside the guest quarters. We decided to move on though, as there was no clear timeframe when the festivities would continue. It is not unusual for schedules to be changed, and even cancelled in some cases. For example, we had been scheduled to attend a different funeral, but one of the guests passed away enroute, so the entire funeral was postponed for an undetermined length of time.

The local market in Toraja was huge. Since we have seen many such markets, we tried to capture the differences. In this market, there were many dried fish, peppers, banana-wrapped products and fish we have not seen in other markets.

Unique to this market were two active chicken production operations. Hordes of live chickens were retrieved from a pen (upper-left), boiled in large hot pots (upper-center), feathers plucked in an automated spinning pot (lower-left), cleaned (upper-right), roasted with propane torches (lower-center), and then cut up for restaurants (lower-right).

The vendors of raw whole chicken vendors very carefully and tastefully placed the heads and feet in an orderly design (center).

The production photos of the prior block barely let you feel what this part of the market was like. Watch this 45 second video better understand the process.

Indonesia 27 – Toraja 6 – Daily Life of Torajans

Note: At the end is a description of the legal system for resolving disputes. Though it is (thankfully!) not accompanied by photos, I think you will find it interesting to read…

Indonesia is the third largest producer of rice in the world. As we drove through the countryside, we often saw rice terraces sprawl out below us (center). When we saw them, we all screamed STOP! to the driver, so we could clamber out and capture the image. Some rice terraces unfolded below us after photographing a sunrise, as the fog rolled past (lower-right). Still others were found on the sides of the road as we walked past small villages (lower-left and lower-middle).

As we noted in an earlier blog post, most prestigious Torajan homes are built with adjacent rice barns. The rice is prepared into small bundles (top) and dried before placing them in the rice barns for future use. If the rice is not properly prepared, the rice will continue to grow inside the barn, and then mold.

Because there is no refrigeration in most villages, each family must shop daily for their daily meals. This has spawned many entrepreneurs who load up their vehicles with vegetables, spices and other daily needs, and then drive to each nearby village to allow the families to buy their foods more easily. These vendors are usually found with heavily loaded motorcycles, though we saw a few with pickup trucks (second row-left).

Despite the Aluk death rituals, the majority of the Torajan population is actually Christian, and it is common to see churches in these villages (bottom). Occasionally, water buffalo can be seen grazing in the fields (third row-right). These buffalo are being raised for a future funeral sacrifice, and are therefore never put to work.

As we drive along the road, we occasionally see workers in the rice field (center). Sometimes we would walk through the rice field areas, and then see the workers up close. Rice fields are planted on a staggered schedule, since the weather is ideal year-round, and this makes it easier to harvest.

Rice is always planted by hand, with small clumps of young rice shoots stuck into the mud under a few inches of water (top row). As the rice grows, it becomes green (middle) and needs only minimal tending. When the rice turns yellow, it is ready to harvest (middle-left and lower-left), which is almost always done by hand in Toraja. Workers are transported to their daily site in the fields by motorcycles, and sometimes by trucks (lower-right).

You can still see the Torajan villages with its defining boat-shaped rooftops at the edge of the rice fields. Some say that the Torajan ancestors arrived by water and slept in their boats, thus the unique architecture is a reminder of their history.

Tongkonan are the traditional Torajan homes, which may only be occupied only by the Upper Class families. Commoners must live in smaller homes. These houses are generally aligned on a north-south axis and the interiors are small and designed only for sleeping and storage. They generally do not have windows. The houses are built without nails, using tongue and groove joinery technique.

The older Torajan homes were made exclusively with bamboo. The newer Torajan homes use modern materials though, such as brick sides and metal for their roofs. Sometimes they even have contemporary first floor living spaces, though they are still built with the saddle-back roofs placed above the modern living structure.

We were invited to visit the interiors of two of the homes. The decorations are simple with some antiques and a few old photos. In the first home we visited, the cooking is done outside the house. The ladder to enter the rice barn is shown by our local guide, Sada (top-right), and was comprised of a simple notched bamboo pole.

Outside decorations are mostly buffalo horns. We were surprised how small and cramped the living quarters were for the wealthy. The Torajans spend their daily lives on the outside of their homes, and use their homes only for sleeping. Even furniture is almost non-existent inside the homes.

We were also invited to the home of Marten Tonapa, a prestigious man who died in March 2022. Funerals for the upper caste in Toraja generally occur during months of the year when it is easy for worldwide family members to attend, typically in July, August and December. It also takes many months to prepare for a funeral of a prestigious member of the village. As such, it is common for the deceased to be kept inside his home for months, or even years — sometimes as long as 20 years, before he receives a proper funeral and burial.

After dying, the person’s body is treated with various tree saps or formaldehyde to prevent decay. He is then placed in a cushioned blanket, and then in a casket. That casket is kept in the home in which the person lived (top). Between the period of the person’s corpse being placed in the home and his final funeral, he is never referred to as being dead. Instead he is referred to as being sick.

The coffin is typically placed in the childrens’ room, and the children then sleep next to the coffin until the burial takes place. Twice daily the family members are expected to place food, water, even cigarettes next to the coffin, so that the “sick person” is never hungry or thirsty, and remove those offerings a few hours later. The coffin is never left alone during this period, and someone must always be in the house so that the deceased is able to get food, drinks, and conversation.

In this instance, the deceased was a wealthy landowner with a large successful upscale restaurant. Despite the wealth, the entire living space of his home, with 3 generations living together, was smaller than the living room in our Honolulu condo.

Torajan homes of prestigious families are typically found in a row, with rice barns directly across from them. They provide an interesting architectural graphic, as seen above.

Following is a description of the Torajan legal system. I can guarantee you would never guess how they handle disputes…

While we were at the first home, Sada, our local guide, told us about the Torajan legal system for resolving land disputes. There are no legal written title records anywhere, and the ownership of land is only a verbal description handed down among the families. Sometimes there becomes a dispute between families over who owns the land though. How is that resolved?

The two families each choose one rooster, and they have a “cock fight.” Whichever family’s rooster wins is the legal owner of the land. (Yep, not kidding!) But what if the losing family does not accept the decision?

Then a champion from each family is chosen, and they each dive into a “fish pond” (10 foot deep holes in the middle of rice fields, to capture the fish in the fields). Whichever champion stays down longest (without dying) wins, and his family now owns the land. (Again, this is true!) But what if they still do not accept the decision?

The final level of the Torajan legal dispute mechanism again calls for each family to choose a champion. Each champion must then thrust his hand into a cauldron of boiling water. It is believed that if you are the true owner, then the gods will protect you, and your hand will come out unharmed. The champion that keeps his hand the longest in the boiling water owns the land.

There is no fourth step. Boiling water is their version of a Supreme Court decision.

We were told that most families accept the result of the cockfight. It seems there are few Champions willing to test the ownership further…

Indonesia 26 – Toraja 5 – Cave Burials

The funeral practices of the Toraja people are unique, as we have seen in the last few blog posts. They have been unique for centuries, though the specific practices have changed over the generations. We visited the Londa Burial Caves, to see an example of how the Torajan people managed their dead some 800 years ago.

As you enter the burial caves, the first thing you see are rows of human skulls along the floor, and on shelves on the wall. Death is a major celebration for the Torajan people, and plays a significant role in their lives. Contrary to the views of a Westerner, these scenes and celebrations are not at all morbid, as we will see further in upcoming posts.

When entering the Londa Cave Cemetery, we felt like we were walking into a scene starring Indiana Jones. There were rows of ancient coffins hung along the cavern walls, with human skulls everywhere. Centuries ago, the bodies of the most prestigious members of the village were buried high in hidden caverns, where thieves would hopefully not bother them.

Torajan people accept death as a normal part of life, and do not fear it. Two young girls follows us into the caves, and obviously considered the coffins and skulls as normal (lower-left).

We have seen tau taus (wooden effigies) created for the prestigious village members in the past funerals that we have written about (here and here). These caverns make it clear that there is a long tradition of using them to protect the dead, as they are here, lined up behind the coffins.

Modern tau taus are carved using a photograph as a reference, and look very much like the dead person. Before the advent of photography though, such effigies were more generic, only approximating the visage of the deceased. Our local guide, Sada, shows generic tau taus (lower left), which helps to add scale to the tau taus. Note that they were made to be the full size of the person they represent, but are significantly shorter than a modern person.

In more recent times, Torajans create their burial sites out of solid rocky cliffs. Slots for the body are carved into the stone by hand, often taking months of laborious work for a single burial (lower-right). Christians in the West often bury their loved ones near their family. Torajans do the same, though they choose a large cliff face in which to carve numerous slots, rather than holes in the ground.

Above is referred to locally as “The Big Stone,” and contains over 100 such burial slots (lower-left). Looking up the face, you can see many with tau taus at the grave entrance (middle-right and top). Many more recent tombs have photographs and frequently replenished offerings, so that the dead is never hungry or thirsty (lower-right). Sometimes dozens of family members, spanning several generations, will be buried in a single slot.

This is a multi-denominational site, and you will see Aluk (the local animalistic religion) buried next to Muslim and Christian. Occasionally, a Christian is buried in a separate house grave (bottom-center), though still near the rest of the village.

Bola bolas are used to carry the body from the funeral celebration to the burial site, and you can see many of them lined up at the base of The Rock. These are from recent burials, and will deteriorate with time, replaced by the bola bola from new burials.

Above is another rock face that has been used for generations to bury the dead, this one in Lemo. This is similar to the Big Stone shown in the prior block. The burial practices we have seen in prior blog posts, and here, are from the beliefs of the Aluk religion, which translates as “The Way,” or sometimes as “The Law.” It is a polytheistic animalistic belief system, in which the spirit of the deceased remains behind until they are properly buried, at which time the spirit proceeds to Puya (heaven). If the body of the dead is not properly handled, and all traditions maintained, then the spirit will remain behind and cause bad luck to the descendants.

Many of the Torajans were converted to Christianity in the early 1900s. The Torajans insisted on continuing their Aluk traditions though, regardless of what the Christian missionaries preached. While it is common worldwide for Christian missionaries to usurp local celebrations and give them a Christian meaning, the Torajans forced the missionaries to their will instead.

Initially, Christian priests refused to attend the Aluk ceremonies that we have been showing in recent blogs, saying that they did not follow the preachings of Jesus. The Torajans ignored the wishes of the priests, and told them that if they did not attend, then they could not have any of the meat from the sacrifices. Since that is the primary source of protein in the local diet, the priests caved. They can now sometimes be seen giving their own blessings, which then results in them receiving a portion of the meat from the animal sacrifices that they disdain.

When we walked around the village of Lemo, we stopped to visit a local tau tau maker. These days, most of the tau taus are targeted to tourists. You can see that the tau tau maker carefully measures (upper-left), then carve the figures using their feet to balance (upper-right). A true tau tau for a prestigious deceased leader of the village may take up to three months to carve.

Indonesia 25 – Toraja 4 – Pig Heaven

Toraja society is organized along a strict caste system. The person’s caste, or class, is inherited through the mother, and it is strictly forbidden for a woman to marry a man of lower class. The noble, or upper class, is considered to be descended from a person who descended from heaven. When someone of the upper class dies, an elaborate funeral is held, generally lasting 3-4 days. It includes the sacrificing of large numbers of water buffalo and pigs, and has the definite air of a festival.

Our first Torajan funeral blog post showed the first day of the funeral event, in which the water buffalo (aka bulls) are sacrificed. Our second such funeral was in the village of Lemo. Mr. Rantelemo had six children, and 35 buffalo were sacrificed to aid his ascension into heaven, along with hundreds of pigs.

A wooden effigy, or tau tau, was also created in his image, which resided over the festivities (lower-right). Such tau tau creations are only allowed for the upper caste. As with the first funeral we reported on, there were dozens of temporary structures built to shelter the guests (upper-left, with a line of men chanting in front of them). Family, politicians and police are invited to sit in the VIP section, with cushion chairs and provided snacks (upper right). A procession of offerings to the dead goes through the middle of the grounds (center — these people are returning with empty containers, from having presented their offerings).

People arrive on foot or by vehicle all day long during the entire multi-day event (upper-left). The area has been turned into a temporary village, with more than 80 guest buildings (lower-left and lower-right)) to house the guests, who sit cross-legged on the bamboo platforms (middle). There are teams of women who prepare tea, coffee and food for the guests (top right)

The second day of an upper class funeral is primarily oriented around the sacrifice of pigs. Hundreds of pigs in this funeral. The pigs are typically purchased at a market set up specifically for this type of purpose, and frequently transported to the funeral grounds on the backs of motorcycles or trucks, as seen in the short 35 second video above.

Once the pigs are brought to the funeral grounds, they are laid out in a common area initially (lower-left). They are then carried, still trussed up and hung under bamboo poles, to the location where they will be killed (center, plus bottom-center and bottom-right).

There is quite a debt accounting process for these funerals. The size and number of each “gift” animal is tracked, and also taxed by the government. Sometimes groups of people will combine their efforts to make their donation. If a person cannot afford a personal contribution, he gives an IOU to someone else, who will then contribute the animals. These IOUs are considered sacrosanct, and are never forgiven, even being passed down to future generations if not repaid before the person passes.

Once the pigs are quickly killed with a single sharp knife under their arm into the heart, the pigs are roasted with huge blow torches (center plus upper-left and upper-center). These torches allow the large animal to be fully cooked in just a few minutes.

Teams of butchers then set to work to carve and distribute the meat. Each attending guest will receive a portion of the meat, depending upon their caste, their closeness to the deceased, and their level of effort in the funeral. For example, the widow might get one large leg, and prime cuts of meat also given to those who dig out the grave, or carry the corpse to the final resting place. All of this is part of an elaborate bartering system, and in the end, every piece of the animal is either used or bartered. There is no waste of any sacrificed animal.

As each piece of meat is distributed, it is announced over a PA system, so that everyone knows the final allotment.

Watch this short 60 second video to see and hear the second day of this Torajan funeral. It will show you the procession of offerings, the transport of the pigs, followed by the cooking and then carving of the pigs.

The first day of an Upper Class citizen’s funeral primarily involves taking the corpse of the deceased to a tower near heaven, and the sacrifice of water buffalo. The second day mostly revolves around the sacrifice of pigs. However, in very large funerals, such as this one, there are too many buffalo to manage in a single day. Thus, some of the bulls are held over for sacrifice, carving and distribution on the additional days (above).

As mentioned earlier, refrigeration is not common in the villages, so the meat is often smoked. The hides are hung to dry, to be used for leather. The horns are primarily used as decoration for the deceased family’s home or sold to make knives.

At the end of one of the days is often a bull fight. Timing depends on how tired the guests and participants are. We waited 4 hours until after the speeches ended, and the distribution process of the pig and buffalo meat completed. Then the fight began!

Well… sort of… Torajan bullfights are not like those in Latin America or Mexico. Here, there is no human on horseback harassing and finally killing the bull. Instead, in Torajan bullfights, two bulls are urged towards each other and encouraged to fight. Significant betting happens in the audience during these events.

These bulls did not want to have any part of it though. One of the bulls in the first bullfight simply turned and ran, after no more than a brief touch of the horns. The second pair were apparently pacifists. They simply refused to fight at all. No matter how hard their owners pushed, or water was thrown on them, they just turned, looked at the audience, and then started eating the grass. Somehow, I think they were the smartest animals in the group, and the real winners in the end…

Watch this short 90 second clip as two bullfights start and end. This is not the bullfight you probably thought of, from Latin American cultures.

Indonesia 24 – Toraja 3 – Bamboo Orchestra

We spent several early mornings getting into position to photograph the sunrises over various volcanos. When doing that, you are at the mercy of the weather, and sometimes you get a beautiful photograph, and other times a bust. Here is a sunrise overlooking terraced rice fields at Batumonga, Toraja in South Sulawesi. After the sun had risen, we walked down steep inclines to visit a local village.

One afternoon we visited a small music and dance academy called the Oni Balio Bamboo Orchestra and Traditional Dance Academy in Tana Toraja (upper-left). Mr. Palondongan (upper-left and lower-right), has been teaching in the village of Sangngalla for several years, and his academy has won numerous trophies (lower-left) in Makassar.

The kids all played handmade instruments made from bamboo (center). Each instrument is a fixed length, and can only play a single note. Thus, a bamboo orchestra is composed of many musicians, each prepared to play their single note at the proper time, like bell ringers. If done properly, in the correct sequence and timing, the result is a rather pleasant composite sound. A couple of flutes accompanied the orchestra. The boys also demonstrated various traditional warrior dances from the area (lower-left).

Unique to the island of Sulawesi, bamboo orchestras are the regional music played in many of the villages of Tana Toraja for weddings, parties and other cultural ceremonies.

These students had been practicing their music, but were then interrupted by COVID. They only recently resumed practice, and have very little chance to play for a live audience not composed of family and friends. Watch the video below to hear how these instruments sound, when played by kids just getting back into the habit of playing together.

Bamboo Orchestra and traditional Torajan dance by students

You can really see the joy in the faces of the kids here when they were dancing. Other dance academies have been shut down in this area and have not yet reopened.

After the dance performance, the girl dancers modeled for us in their traditional costumes. Their stage and backdrop was located at a traditional Torajan house just down the hill from the dance academy. Dave Metcalf, our photo guide, helped set up the location and the poses.

Indonesia 23 – Toraja 2 – Raising the Dead

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First off, we apologize for the amount of text in this blog post. Please read it all though. Torajan funerals are very complicated affairs that are likely completely foreign to anything you have ever seen or even considered. Without understanding some of this background, none of the photos or video will make sense.

Funerals in Toraja are long, complicated affairs, often years in planning, with days of activities, and hundreds of animals sacrificed, which are expected to follow the deceased into the afterlife. The wealth and prestige of a family is measured partly by the number of water buffalo and pigs to be sacrificed at the funeral, to accompany the body to Puya, or heaven. The funeral process lasts 3 or 4 days, and sometimes up to two weeks, to ensure that all family and guests have had a chance to say good bye.

We attended our first funeral in Toraja for a very wealthy woman, Puang Agustine Saripan Sampeau Ranteallo in the village of Tarongko. She had 16 children, and was well connected with the government. For this funeral, there were more than 65 water buffalo sacrificed and at least 300 pigs. We only attended the first day of the event, which always revolves around carrying the body for viewing, and the sacrifice of water buffalos.

Funerals in Toraja follow very strict and very detailed protocols. Each step is critical in the Torajan traditions, to ensure that the deceased properly find their way to heaven, rather that hanging around the descendants and giving them bad luck.

The scene above occurs on the first day of the funeral, when the body of the deceased is moved from the home they lived in, to a temporary staging area. That is where the festivities start. Initially, a wooden effigy (or “tau tau”) of the deceased, is brought down in a procession. We will see more of this later in this post.

Family and friends walk their water buffalo to the grounds of the funeral festivities, as seen above. The more blood, the faster the transition to Puya (Heaven). Only then are the spirits finally released.

The Torajan people view death as a journey that they prepare for, and not as a tragedy. They save money all their life for this occasion. In this case, our guide, Sada, estimated the cost for this funeral was more than $400,000. When the deceased ascends to Heaven, the occasion is festive with song and dance (all images above). There were many traditional dances with people dressed in traditional clothing (upper-left). One of the musical instruments they use is quite unique, consisting of pounding rice in a canoe-shaped carved-out log (middle-center and middle-right). Listen to the video below to hear how this sounds.

Short 75 second video letting you hear the unusual sounds of the Torajan music instruments and songs.

Funerals for wealthy individuals take several months to prepare. All extended family members are notified upon death, and they are all expected to attend the funeral, regardless of where they might be in the world. These family and friends arrive over the days before the planned event.

The top image above shows a pickup truck of people arriving, under a sign saying approximately “Hopefully until we arrive back to our home, God protect and bless all of us. And we apologize if there’s something unpleasant from us.” Such signs are typical at the entry point, through which guests enter the grounds.

Wealthy funerals also include the construction of temporary bamboo platforms for the guests to use during the festivities (bottom). It took four months to build the 85 such buildings for this funeral. These structures will all be torn down seven days after the funeral completion. When we asked why these structures were not saved for future funerals, we were told that no one knew when the next family member’s funeral would occur.

Julie, Burt and Evelyn were invited by the family of the deceased to sit in their VIP section. Thus, we sat in comfortable chairs, sipped coffee, and ate some of the food prepared for the guests (center). The families welcome strangers, to what Westerners consider a very private event. The more guests attend the festivities, the more successful a funeral is considered to be, which brings additional prestige to the surviving family.

Once most invited guests are seated, a procession begins. This brings the body of the deceased from the home in which they lived, to the funeral festival grounds. The procession is quite festive, led by musicians (lower right). The deceased is carried quite a long ways, through the rice fields, down steep dirt inclines to the temporary staging area. The family members are all dressed in white carrying a red cloth (center). Along the way, the bola bola, which transfers the body (lower-left), is often shaken and even dropped, as a way to “wake up” the deceased. In this procession, the bola bola is on wheels, whereas most often, the deceased is carried on bamboo poles (as we will see in future funerals we attended).

The procession brings the bola bola to the funeral grounds (top-left and center-left). Traditionally the bola bola (funeral body carrier) is then hoisted to the top of the tower in the center of the festival grounds. It was rather humorous to watch these pall bearers as they approached the tower though. The bola bola was first carried to the base of the stairs. After it had been hoisted several steps, one of the men stopped them. (lower-left)

He went to the top with a bamboo pole, and measured the height of the opening at the top of the tower, by placing his hand on the appropriate location of the pole. He then climbed back down and placed his measured pole against the bola bola. Heads were shaking and men were pointing to the tower. Finally, they realized that the maker of the bola bola had not communicated properly with the maker of the tower, and the bola bola simply would not fit !

At that point, the men disassembled the bola bola and carried the casket up alone (center). Seeing them strain made it obvious how heavy that one piece alone was. After the top of the bola bola had been removed, and the casket lifted into place, that top was brought up separately (upper-right), leaving the base of the bola bola at the bottom, to be reassembled and used again to carry the deceased to her final burial site. All of this can be seen in the video below.

The tau-tau (wooden effigy) was also carried halfway up the stairs to preside over the event (middle-right). The other festive activities were then underway, starting with a moderator hired by the family to share her life’s story and contributions, who spoke for 45 minutes.

Watch the procession carry the body and the tau tau, then lift them up the tower, in this 2-1/2 minute video.

PLEASE NOTE: The final image in this post includes graphic elements from the sacrifice of a bull. We have tried to only use images that are least likely to cause distress. However, that element of the funeral is too central to the process to be ignored.

After the body is hoisted to the top of the temporary tower, and the orator has completed telling the story of the deceased, there is more song and dance. Then there is the sacrifice of the bull (lower-left and bottom-center). When there are large numbers of bulls being sacrificed, the process occurs over several days.

After death, the animals are expertly carved up, and their meat is distributed to those attending. None of the animal is wasted, and the animals sacrificed in these funerals provide a significant portion of the peoples’ protein in their meals. Because there are no refrigerators (and usually no electricity) in these villages, some of the meat is eaten quickly, in meals over the next day or two. The rest is dried, and sometimes smoked, and then provides protein over the following year.

The white face of the Mercedes bull is particularly prized (center). It is seen as a beacon of light leading the deceased to the After Life (Puya).

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