Remember my post about Tebedu? (25 June: Tebedu yesterday & today). That was the last time I could share whatever history or memory on the sleepy border bazaar. Last week we were shocked by the news that Tebedu has gone forever. It will never be the same again. I realised that I didn't have any picture of the two wooden blocks. Actually I wanted to share the bazaar before and after the tragedy. Alas, I couldn't do that. This shows that we always overlooked, unappreciate and ignore anything that is still well around us. We only realised our ignorance when tragedy strikes. For those who missed the news (including me) might wonder what am I bragging about. On the evening of 26/8/2011, at aorund 5.30 pm, the two wooden blocks were razed to the ground. Well, I don't have anything to describe. I could only recall the fond memory, the very spot I once spent my childhood, the place once taught me about survival of the fittest and the only civilization in the predominantly Bidayuh area. It was once an international trading post; Sarawak and Indonesia.
Now, only sad-looking pictures could tell the truth...
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| The fire at its height. |
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| The first block that used to greet us upon our arrival. |
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| The second block |
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| View from the other end, coming from the clinic |
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| Used to be a kettle. |
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| The last one standing. |
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| A bicycle. |
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| A fan |
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| A snooker ball. |
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| A signage. |
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| A torchlight. |
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| A ..? |
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| A...? For those who have fond moment with the sleepy bazaar Tebedu, things will never be the same. "Bidapud lagi..." |
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