Lembah Beringin – Part 2

Make Yourself At Home.

I’ll say Lembah Beringin as there were many little silent side roads that were like traps. It lead to nowhere and you need to reverse walk or drive to get out.

Sometimes the lonely road leads to something bizarre. Like as if dilapidated and empty houses weren’t enough, there is a set of discarded sofa and mattresses waiting for guests here.

Panasonic Lumix GM-1, ISO 200, f9, 1/400 sec.

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Lembah Beringin – Part 1

Shattered Dreams.

! can still remember my friend Leonard Tan singing the television and radio jingle ‘What A Wonderful World’ in a faux gravelly Louis Armstrong voice. That was in the 90s when the township was heavily promoted. Today the township is filled with moldy, empty houses under skies of blue and clouds of white.

Many parts are like a ghost town and some people even called it a Chernobyl. It is a disaster for the buyers stuck with homes that are now not only in limbo but in ruins.

I will try to discuss its failure as I explore and examine the township deeper for this new photo essay series. Only problem was; there were so few people living there who I can talk to. For many of the early, hopeful buyers and investors, it turned out to be shattered dreams as they are now saddled with properties they find difficult to sell or rent out.

The only positive for me, if compared to Bukit Beruntung, was there were NO heartbreaking sightings of abandoned dogs and puppies living alone here.

Shattered glass window as seen from the inside of the abandoned guard post leading to the golf club. Coincidentally, Shattered Dreams was a hit for Johnny Hates Jazz in the 90s.

Panasonic Lumix GM-1, ISO 200, f11, 1/200 sec.

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Guardian Of The Cemetery

A Hindu shrine guarding a Chinese cemetery in the outskirts of Slim River. What was even more interesting was that the burial grounds had both Taoist and Christian tombstones mixed together. Quite unusual.

I suspect there is also a Hindu or Indian burial ground nearby. I can see what looks like a funeral pyre.

Waited for a lighting strike but it didn’t happen at where I pointed the camera. I was the only living soul around and the atmosphere was getting a little creepy. Could hear howling dogs but I can’t see where they are.

Sony Alpha a7R, ISO 100, f13, 1/320 sec.

A Ghost Station For A Ghost Train?

The permanently-closed ticketing counter at the Behrang Train Station is plastered with newspaper cuttings. A collection of morbid news on fatal accidents and suicides involving people on the railway track. It is to serve as a warning, perhaps. For there is open access to the platform and track.

The silence and emptiness is strangely attractive. It was as though me and my new friend, the invigorated cat, own the station. We wandered on the platform, looked at the tracks up-close, sat on a steel bench and waited for the train that never came.

I found out later from local residents that in spite the solitude, the station is functioning. One can still hop on a train from here, I was told. Provided someone on board is getting down, the train will stop.

The info left me with more questions. How does one disembark at the destination when boarding without a ticket? How would they know which station you board from?

How does a passenger from inside stop the speeding train in order to get down. Is there a bell button to push like buses of old days? From the platform, can I flag it to stop?

This is a nice and well-equipped modern train station, mind you. It is sad and surprising to see it so under-utilised. To the town’s credit, it isn’t vandalised at all. It also makes sense to not waste money on staff when there are hardly any passenger.

I don’t know. When it comes to train stations in small towns, the old adage of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it or re-locate it” applies, sometimes.

Maybe this is the reason it was chosen as the location to scrap the phased-out trains. No one comes here. I am glad I did.

Sony Alpha a7R, ISO 400, f13, 1/60 sec.

Only The Lonely

Behrang train station is strangely deserted. There is not a single person around. No passengers, no workers, not even a guard in sight.

Only soul that greeted me was one very lonely cat. A very skinny and young cat at that. Poor stray (probably dumped here) must be wondering why there are no humans to give it food. Or why it is so hard to find leftovers.

I usually carry a bag of dog food and another bag of cat food in my car. Many strays will not eat kibbles though. Luckily, I also have Whiskas wet food packs.

Need to relocate the animal after feeding or talk to the the Indonesian wrecking crew nearby. Hope I can persuade one of the guys to give it regular food.

More on the station next.

Sony Alpha a7R, ISO 800, f13, 1/80 sec.