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Durian season – 26. May, 2009

Durian seasons come to Ubin twice a year. The major one lasts a few weeks and no one knows the exact dates. The first sign is the abundance of durian flowers, giving signs that its due in a few months. Some durians will fall early but these are usually premature durians. Fully ripened durians will fall a few weeks later and lasting for about 6 weeks. others tropical fruits will also ripen at the same time including rambutans, mangosteens, dukus and langsat.

Picture of durian tree. Click to zoom in.
Tree full of durians

Ubin durians are a treat. In the midst of the hot and season, the durians are expected to be more fragrant too They are your organic varieties having been left abandoned by islanders who resettled a long time ago. Being older varieties without the benefits of modern cultivating techiques, Ubin durians are tough to open with flavors that vary from tree to tree. Use gloves and a “durian knife” to pry open.

During the season itself, entire families would converge heedless of poisonous snakes hiding in the bush.

Braver ones would stake out even at cemetery at night waiting for the loud thuds of durians falling. You need a trained eye plus a strong flashlight to find them as they roll into shrubs and bushes.

If you intend to find some. Just follow your nose and look for them on the forest floor. Sometimes you hear a lucky thump of a durian which has just fallen. Make sure you rent a bicycle with basket, like this lucky couple did.

Durians on bicycle basket

Unseen, the wild boars are waiting too. During the night, they would push the durians against the forest floor with their toughened snouts until they open like flower petals. By morning only empty husks remained. Many ‘ghosts encounters’ were results mistaking these pigs or islanders trying to scare people away from collecting durians.

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Malay Kampung – 3. January, 2009

This is probably the most photographed kampung house in Pulau Ubin. Many more have been demolished.

Beside the peaceful sunset view, one would find a family of hornbills flying about at the majestic durian tree nearby.

Kampung House

This is a beautiful kampung house nestled in the forest and deeply vulnerable to demolition crews. I always take a picture of it everytime I went by worried it might be the last time. I would tell my ten year nephew the house belongs to Shrek.

Shrek house

Its neighboring houses (below) has already torn down. I wish our Government bureaucrats comes up with more creative ideas like turning them into rain shelters. It will be lovely for tourists to sit in there waiting out the pouring rain.

Gutted for demolition

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Ghosts and spirits – 2. January, 2009

Ubin islanders have ghost stories to tell. They tell stories how they got themselves lost at places they have been many times before. There is supposedly a ghost who cause people to walk in circles for hours.

Campers at Noordin Beach have claimed to have seen a screaming banshee dressed in white. Sounds very much like white herons flapping about at night. But then again one spirit medium says it was an unavenged ghost.

I haven’t met any ghosts or spirits yet. Perhaps they have accepted me in their midst and decided not to frighten me. On the other hand the vibes are so strong that I don’t think I would dare ever camp or explore alone in the dark. Carrying several flashlights is reassuring. You know its time to run when all flashlights fail at the same time.

The closest encounter I experienced when my friend did not respond to us when we are just metres away in broad daylight. A minute later we were puzzled when he asked us how we ‘came here’. The lost sensation he felt was so eerie that he swore he met a ghost and will never go back there again. The puzzling event is even more mysterious when it was collaborated by another Ubin villager who related the same experience.

Once during a durian hunt, a friend of mine found himself covered with fetid odors that he is convinced that the entrails holding Pontianak might be following him. He made prayers for protection, rang temple bell in the middle of the night and slept clutching a large knife.

The stories should not stop one from exploring Ubin. Like wildlife, the spirits hide themselves when there visitors around. Its at the magic hour from 8pm to 10pm when ley lines opens up when one felt or see spirits in certain mysterious parts of Ubin.

This is a hut used by the dreaded Kempetai police during the Japanese occupation. SPI mediums claimed they saw spirits cowering in fear. The islanders were sad to see it demolished by land office.

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