The Plantation (33 page)

‘Yes,’ said Aidi. ‘Unfortunately it’s taken too long for people to recognise the value of mangroves. They’re not just useless wastelands. They are an essential part of the ecosystem, just like rainforests.’

‘It’s true, but they’re looked on as ugly swamps that have to be removed,’ said Christopher.

‘But in here, among the mangrove trees, it is utterly beautiful,’ said Julie. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it. From the sea you just see a tangle of roots holding up a green canopy and it looks sinister, and the grey mud is smelly. But when you get in here, into these little channels, you’re in a magic kingdom! Don’t you think so, Christopher?’

‘I have to agree. I went mud crabbing in mangroves with some mates in Queensland but I had no idea what was beyond the perimeter of the mudflats until I went in and looked and realised how fascinating they are.’

Aidi smiled as the boat putted quietly on. Jan crouched at the tiller, appearing to be familiar with every inch of this backwater.

‘Y’know, there are some very plush golf courses on Langkawi, but when they use fertilisers, the chemicals get washed into the sea and the toxins cause what is called a red tide. Then you can’t eat the fish or crustaceans. But this never happens around the mangroves because they have such a brilliant filtration system, they get rid of salts through their aerial roots and salt-filtering leaves. They are like desert plants, and can store water in their leaves. In case you’re ever stranded and need fresh water, try mangrove leaves.’ Aidi laughed.

‘If it doesn’t make sense to get rid of mangroves,’ said Julie, ‘why is it done?’

‘The land is often reclaimed for oil palms and shrimp farms. Aquatic farming is a big deal, but shrimp farms have been a disaster. Very few are run cleanly and properly. When there are problems people just fill them in and a new one is made straight away, rather than giving nature a chance to recover. It is so silly economically, too, because while one shrimp farm is employing a few people, it is ruining the fishing for several hundred families.’

‘It’s such a shame that the value of places like this is not widely understood,’ said Julie. ‘These mangroves are like living sculptures. The patterns, the interweaving roots, the whole incredible maze is extraordinary.’

‘Everything you see is designed for a purpose; the way a leaf grows vertically to avoid the midday sun, the porous roots, snorkel roots, the way they’ve evolved to survive, that’s its beauty to me,’ said Aidi.

Jan stopped the boat as they reached a mudflat and they leaned over the side of the hull, to watch the strange mudskippers slither and slide through the silky grey mud.

‘Look at those crabs with the bright red, blue and white claws. The way they are waving them about makes them look as though they are bopping to some music we can’t hear,’ said Christopher, and laughed.

‘I wish I knew where they get their energy, I want some,’ agreed Aidi.

‘It must be all the extra oxygen in here,’ said Christopher. ‘Good place to come if you have a hangover!’

Julie couldn’t believe that they’d spent two hours in the mangrove forest. ‘Did you ever think you’d enjoy hanging over the side of a boat for ages, watching fascinating creatures run around in the mud?’ she said to Christopher.

Aidi laughed. ‘The resort didn’t believe people would pay money to come and do this either! But they do. Now I’ll take you round to the limestone karsts, through the caves and then out to the sea eagles.’

In the quiet bay, surrounded by dark distant hills, they bobbed quietly. A small boat filled with other tourists came alongside them, revving its engine. Then, after the engine cut out, several large birds suddenly swooped above them.

Aidi pointed. ‘Those birds are Brahminy kites. Look over there, here come the white-bellied sea eagles.’

It was a magnificent sight. Everyone sat enraptured as the graceful, powerful birds plunged above and around them, scooping up the scraps of chicken that were being thrown overboard from the tour boat.

‘This is so great,’ said Julie. ‘How did this feeding frenzy start?’

‘Ah, that’s a story,’ said Aidi. ‘Some years ago, there was a charcoal factory that was harvesting mangrove trees. They cut down so many trees to make charcoal that the mud islands became unstable. The water got very muddy as a result, and this reduced the fish stocks, so the birds had to find lunch somewhere else. They moved to the airport because the grass was mowed regularly and that exposed ground creatures, which the birds loved. Now birds and planes in a limited space is a sure-fire recipe for disaster. We lost about eighty per cent of the bird population and three aircraft engines. So the charcoal factory was closed and a bird-feeding program was started to attract the birds away from the airport. As you saw, the program has been very successful and now we’re almost back to the original numbers of birds.’

‘We should just leave mother nature alone to sort things out,’ said Julie.

‘Humans can’t help but interfere,’ said Christopher. ‘Aidi, is tourism going to destroy this area?’

‘Unbridled tourism will, but well managed tourism will help the region, not destroy it. You have to give people an alternative source of income by conserving what’s here, not destroying it,’ he answered.

‘I hope you’re right,’ said Christopher.

They returned to the beach, and Julie and Christopher thanked Aidi and Jan and made arrangements to meet Aidi later for dinner.

It was a lazy afternoon back at the resort. Julie had a swim and dipped into a book, but found she was putting it aside and stroking the cat that had curled up on the daybed beside her, while she thought about Grandfather Roland’s diary.

Although they all gathered for a sunset drink, everyone had different plans for the evening. Martine, Shane, Carl, Tina and Peter were having drinks with friends of the Stevensons on a huge cruiser at the marina at Telaga Harbour.

‘You two are welcome to come along,’ said Shane.

‘We’re having dinner with Aidi and his family,’ said Christopher. ‘Maybe we can hook up later somewhere, it won’t be a late night. What do you think, Julie?’

‘I don’t mind.’

‘Well, Julie, don’t make any plans for tomorrow evening,’ said Martine mysteriously.

Julie and Christopher caught a taxi downtown to a sprawling but simple restaurant called Wonderland, which was situated beside a small tidal inlet. When they told the owner that they were meeting Aidi, he beamed.

‘Ah, yes, I am Tun, please come this way. We have a nice table for you, outside here.’

Christopher ordered two Tiger beers and they studied the menu.

‘Everything that’s cooking on that charcoal brazier over there smells terrific,’ said Julie. ‘And don’t forget, it’s my turn to shout.’

When Aidi arrived with his pretty wife, and young son and daughter, he ordered food for everyone. ‘This is Malaysian Chinese-style seafood and you must try the fresh prawns,’ he said.

Julie and Christopher burst out laughing at the sight of the platter of prawns. Each prawn was almost the length of their forearms. The prawns had been split in half and grilled over an open fire, and were served with a spicy dipping sauce. Smaller prawns, calamari, chilli crab and fish also appeared accompanied by fresh, crunchy vegetables.

‘What’s this vegetable?’ asked Julie picking up a long green soft vegetable with her chopsticks.

‘Kang kong, water spinach, but we add belacan, the shrimp paste, which gives it a strong flavour,’ said Aidi.

‘I like the ikan bahar, the spicy fish,’ said Christopher to Julie.

‘I like everything,’ laughed Julie.

Julie and Christopher hugged Aidi and his family goodbye and wandered back towards the harbour, agreeing that it had been a lovely evening.

‘I think that I got out of tonight’s dinner very cheaply,’ said Julie. ‘All that delicious food and it hardly cost a thing.’

‘Yes,’ agreed Christopher. ‘I think that eating foreign cuisine in a place like this is a bit silly, when the local food is so good.’

They strolled along the main street and decided not to go into any of the small bars but bought ice creams instead, before heading back to their hotel.

‘Have you got company in your bed?’ asked Christopher. ‘I mean, the cats.’

‘Oh, yes. I made the mistake of putting down a bowl of milk that was left over from breakfast and I soon had three of them in residence. I rather like it. They seem quite clean and they are very friendly.’

‘Sleep well. I’m off fishing tomorrow, at dawn. So I might bring back dinner for Nerida’s chef.’

‘Good luck. And thanks for coming out with me today. It was fantastic.’

‘I enjoyed it too. Selamat malam.’

Julie went for an early morning walk, accompanied by two cats who followed her faithfully around the gardens, the pool area, the rice fields and along a dusty road, before she swung back to the resort and went into the resort’s open-sided restaurant as the early morning rays from the sun glinted on the nearby lagoon.

She ordered breakfast and sat in a dreamy state indulging in the peacefulness of the morning and enjoying not having to worry about work, or make any momentous decisions.

Alice, Nerida’s business partner, placed a coffee pot and a platter of fresh fruit in front of her. ‘Feel like eggs? Pancakes?’

‘Good morning, Alice. Pancakes sound delicious. Thank you. Did you go to Penang?’

‘Yes, but everything there was well in hand, so I didn’t stay. What are your plans for today?’

Julie poured her coffee. ‘I’m not making any. Just see how the day unfolds, though Martine seems to have something in mind.’

‘Enjoy the day. I’ll tell chef to start on your pancakes.’

‘Thanks, Alice.’

She finished breakfast, changed from her walking shorts and joined the others in the big villa.

‘I wish I’d thought to ask Chris if I could go fishing with him,’ she said to Shane.

‘Oh, another time, perhaps. Those friends of Ursula and Werner sometimes take their boat out. The tender on it, I mean.’

‘A big mother ship with a crew of eight isn’t what I call fishing,’ said Julie. ‘I’m more into a small open boat and a couple of rods.’

Martine, dressed immaculately in crisp white linen shorts and a striped French T-shirt, came in and helped herself to lemon and ginger tea.

‘Are you making plans, Julie? We’ve got something arranged for lunch and for dinner.’

‘Oh, I don’t want to impose,’ said Julie quickly. ‘I’m very happy just hanging around here. I’m hoping Christopher might bring back fish for dinner.’

‘Dinner is arranged,’ said Martine, sitting down beside Julie. ‘We have a surprise planned.’

‘For Christopher?’

‘No, cherie. For you. We’re going to the big beach resort for dinner …’

‘Lovely! I hear it’s gorgeous.’

‘It is. We’re having dinner with a guest who’s staying there, an old friend of the boys, Marjorie Carter.’

‘Oh!’ Julie was speechless for a moment.

‘I hope you’re pleased,’ said Shane, smiling at her. ‘We’re all in on Martine’s plan.’

‘I can’t believe it. How did this happen? How lucky we’re here at this time!’ said Julie feeling quite overcome.

‘Thank Martine,’ said Peter. ‘She persuaded Marjorie to fly over from Penang and have a little holiday to catch up with us – and to meet you.’

‘I don’t know what to say,’ said Julie, putting down her cup of tea. Her face was jubilant.

‘We thought we could all have a little social get together tonight, and then you and Marjorie can spend some time together tomorrow perhaps,’ said Martine, pleased at making Julie happy.

‘I can’t thank you enough. Is Marjorie happy to share her memories?’

The idea of sitting down and talking with someone who had known Great Aunt Bette and Uncle Philip, and the extraordinary time they must have shared, was wonderful. How she wished that her mother was there with her so that she could meet Marjorie as well.

‘It must have been a difficult time for her, too, as a prisoner in a Japanese POW camp. Did she have any family with her?’

‘You can ask her the details, but I know that she was there with her mother, isn’t that right, Shane?’

‘Her father, Lionel Potts, was a district officer in Sarawak. I don’t think that our family knew them before that.’

‘So her father wasn’t in the camp with them?’ asked Julie.

‘Let Marjorie tell you what she knows,’ said Shane gently.

When Christopher returned from his fishing trip, he came over to Julie’s house where she was sitting on the balcony.

‘Knock, knock. How’s your day been?’

‘Quiet. Restful. Nice. I’m looking forward to tonight. How was the fishing?’

‘Great, no, not really. All the big ones got away. There’s really no big-time fishing here, but it’s an excuse to hang out on a boat, have a few beers, trawl around the island. But I won’t be barbecuing a monster tonight.’

‘Never mind,’ she said. ‘There are other plans.’ Julie explained to him about Marjorie Carter and how Martine had arranged for them all to have dinner at the exclusive, upmarket resort.

‘Intriguing stuff. From what you tell me, she’s an important link. It should be an interesting night.’