Annah Rais Longhouse.

Before heading back to the hotel, we made one final stop at the Annah Rais Longhouse.

It belongs to the Annah family and Rais, mind you, is not a name. It is pronounced as Ra-ih, which means village.

While yesterday at the Cultural Village, the Village painted longhouses in a rosy light, the reality is not quite so. No doubt that they are beautiful, but then, the lives they lead are dated back to those times when our parents were still living in the kampong. Most of them are quite forward with technology, already, though. They use electricity and clean water from pipes but the houses they live in are mostly still made out of bamboo and tree bark.

And longhouses are really, really long I tell you. And that’s the whole reason why they are called longhouses to begin with. The houses are partitioned, but the landing on which they are situated are connected like one really, long platform.

The rivers surrounding the area looked cold and inviting. They were all so clean!! Awesome!


You know what is more awesome?


Astro.
Now we know that people can’t live without it. Uncle Zai (my uncle who works there) will be so happy to know this. Ahahaha.