Plunging into Obscurity in the Plantation
I walked through the shadowy plantation. In silence, and out breath. At the end, a ditch of murky brownish water marks the border between the palm oil estate, a lone rundown sundry shop and a small fishing jetty. Life within the plantation is never easy; workers, both foreign and local, waking up at ungodly hour and working in between the tall imposing trees. Poverty menacingly follows the people, forgotten among society.
|Road to Nowhere|
|Palm Oil Trees, I feel alone|
|Polluted water marks the border|
|Nelayan (fishermen) boat|
|Nelayan huts, resting spots for tired-looking local fishermen|
|Rations at a small sundry shop|