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

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