Six o'clock this morning is different than the other mornings in the past two months at the camp. With the mixed feeling of glad and sad together, and I am sure that everyone at the camp feels the same. Today's main task is to pack things up. Yes, it's our last day here.
Yesterday, more than a hunderd of people from the villages of Kuala Cenaku and Kuala Mulia, folks from Mapala Oasis, Mapala in Pekanbaru, Jigalahari and Walhi were here for the sacred hand over ceremony. I didn't really want to realize that this is called an end (for now). It's been one of the life-time memorable experiences and I am so honoured being a part of the camp. Volunteers of different nationalities, local communities and partner organisations altogether have made this happens and I am so thankful for them.
I still remember the day that we started clearing the land back in late September, finalizing the camp layout and design, having the ritual ceremony before putting the first post into the ground, launching the camp even though the Balai Adat was not yet completed, until everything was good for running the full campaign activities.
I will be missing the heat of the equator-on-your-head forest area in the sunny morning and the super lightning and thunder stroms in the afternoon same day. I will be missing the annoying insect at dusk and thousands of mosquito bites that left a lot of scratched marks all over my arms and legs. I will be missing sleeping on the floor inside the mosquito net with more than ten others on the same roof. I will be missing the dry toilets that finally have no strong smell of human waste (but someone still miss the point!). I will be missing the brown clorinated water pumped from the black-ever-seen peatland river and the surprising moment when the 1000 liters tank was empty as quiet an often that it lasted only for half a day.
I will be missing Kuala Cenaku food which main specialties are indomie, salted fish, sadine, eggs and vegetables. I will be missing the shouting MAKAN MAKAN (eat eat), RAPAT RAPAT (meeting meeting), BANGUN BANGUN (wake up wake up) and the most important one CUCI PIRING (wash the dishes). I will be missing all the Bule Gila (crazy foreigner) and the crazy local nurse. This doesn't count the time that we were threathen by anti-Greenpeace protesters. We had to practise the emergency role play in the middle of the night and not everyone knew the same thing about the plan. I will not forget the expected and unexpected visits from the media, local government, police and military intelligences, strangers and all others unidentified. I will be missing all these moments after all.
Even though we are moving out from the area, it doesn't mean that we are abandoning our campaign in Riau. We have ignited the fight (non-violently) for the rights of local communities . They have to continue riding on and making it sustained. As I always believe that Greenpeace is an inspiring organisation, we have already did our job. I am confident that they will win at last as the locals now are braver and dare to speak for themselves.
At last, I hope that I will have a chance to come back again one day as I already feel home and very welcome here. Terima kasih banyak semua orang dan sampai jumpa. (Thanks a lot everyone and see you again later)
Blogger: Topsi
Wansiri Rongrongmuang (alias Topsi), Regional Actions Coordinator for Greenpeace Southeast Asia based in Thailand, has been playing her role at the camp as a Camp Manager. She had spent totally 69 days at the camp.