While on Tioman, we took a day to boat over to a famous
waterfall on the island. It was a gorgeous spot, not at all like the creepy scene from the movie, and the cold fresh water was popular with a group of local guys who were doing some maintenance along the trail. It was popular with our guys too.
On the trek back along the only 'road' in the area, which was a wide concrete sidewalk turning into a wild jungle path, we wandered through the small village of Mukut that was happily clear of tourists and touristy crapola. Cats lazed in the sun, families cooked dinner and old timers gathered to gossip. Some of the houses were pretty derelict, winter monsoons must wreak havoc with the wood structures and high seas must undermine foundations, but others were very neat, with new paint and raked yards.
We all loved the place and enjoyed the sense of contented peace that hung about.
This little girl, who reminded me of my nieces in Oregon, smiled shyly and waved as we walked past.
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