Museum Nelayan

The journey to Museum Nelayan was a bumpy one. Very bumpy. We felt  like fishermen on their fishing boats fishing for fish. Seeing as we were sitting at the very back of the bus, our seats were elevated. So we experienced the bumps worse than anyone else. Except for Aisyah and Hannah as they sat with us too.


We reached the Museum at around 11:00 am. The Museum was situated by the Tanjong Balau beach in Desaru. It was very windy. The wind blew our head scarves in all directions. Many were pissed as they did not look pretty and fabulous after they got off the bus. We then went towards the museum and got our pencils, note books and cameras out, getting all prepared to take down the all the notes we were going to get.


Tanjong Balau beach. 

In the museum, we found out a lot of things about fishermen. Such as their history, the devices they used to fish, their traditional games and we even saw the kind of houses they lived in as there was a Kampung house in the museum it self. I would be lying if I said I found it boring. We saw how their rooms looked like and how their kitchens looked like and so on. There were many informative and fun displays shown at the Museum. It is a must go for fishing fanatics. :)

 We were asked to remove our shoes upon entering.
 Entrance fees.

 Fishermen villages,houses,games and clothes.
Fishing equipment.


Following that, we went to another exhibition about the unseen world. There, we saw displays on the mystical world where they were showing things such as an Ikan Duyung and Jenglot which are both mystical creatures.  There was also a malaysian note called the Duit Sukarno which 'magically' bends when placed on our palm. The person-in-charge there placed the note on Sakina's palm and it really did bend!! It was quite amazing. Unfortunately, we do not have any photos of all of these as we were refrained from taking any photos. Meanwhile, outside, Umairah was snapping photos of her friends. 


 Fierce faces. :|


Happy faces ready to leave the Museum for the farm. :)

From there, we left behind all the fishermen and mystical artefacts and headed off to the better, funner fruit farm. And in the bus, Ustazah Khadijah handed out.... MURUKU!!


Yumm.
The adventure must go on....

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