Traditionally maritime nomads, the Bajau are spread across a wide area in Southeast Asia, with large numbers in Malaysian Borneo and the Philippines. Indonesia has many communities too, here called 'bajo'- or like the village we're next to, 'sama.' They have their own languages, culture, and as Jamie gets to experience firsthand- are naturals in the water, with wicked fishing expertise.
They formerly were entirly mobile, whole communities living from their boats. The moden Bajao still live on the water, but in island-like stilt villages instead of vessels. Jamie's spearfishing buddy, Pondang, lives in the Bajo village off Pulau Kaledupa, across the channel from Hoga. Built entirely over water, with about 1/2 km separating them from the island, the community is accessible only by boat.
Pondang invies us to visit his home in Sama Bahari, the bajo village across the channel. We're pleased to accept. It's just a short dinghy ride away to another world. Separated from the mainland by a good distance, this island of stilt homes has almost everything they need. A mosque. A school. Many little shops.
His wife makes us delicious cups of tea and serves cookies alongside. We sit outside and talk with him (she's a little shy, but also pulled away when his mother shows up with a dugout of fish, and crosses to another village to help prepare the catch). We make conversation and try to engage the very curious crowd that has gathered around.
Children run along narrow boardwalks over the water. These kids don't have a soccer field, but they've got the water to splash and play in- we have always liked to say we have a huge backyard, and they show what it really means.
I've grossly overpaid (it happens!) for some squid purchased from a boat that came by Totem. Pondang wants me to come to the Bajo market and pay a fair price. We like squid and they are terrifically abundant here, so, no problem getting more! The little market is on Pulau Kaledupa, across the water from the stilt village. I pay a fraction for my squid compared to the boatside seller.
Pondang drives our dinghy on the way back. I'm so grateful to him for letting us into his home and his world, and for another great memory of our time in Indonesia.