Gold mine near Gemas

LOOKING FOR GOLD AND FINDING BAT POO !!

I heard about the existence of an old gold mine in Negeri Sembilan but could find very little information about it, although it has been mentioned in the New Straits Times 2007 as it seems the local villagers want to turn it into a tourist attraction.

I was unable to find any accurate history about the mine. The NST says it was worked in the 19th and 20th century and has a series of tunnels which stretch 80km. This of course I didn't believe. Talking to the man who led us to the tunnels, he said the workings closed before the Japanese arrived in the Second World War.

Anyway I wanted to take a look so made a suggestion to Jan that we do a day trip there and he readily agreed.

The day started too early for me when a rooster started crowing at about 6.30am so I was up to see the sunrise. Even though I live in a suburb near to KL it's rural enough to have chickens and roosters!

We drove to Tampin where we stopped for brunch and also visited the Gurdwara Sahib Sikh temple.

 I knew the mine was somewhere near Kampung Air Kuning Selatan, which is in the direction of Gemas, so we headed there. We got sidetracked when we stopped to take photos of a Chinese cemetery and the Kuil Sri Maha Mariamman Indian temple.

 what fruit is this?

In the village we found someone who knew about the mine and he arranged for a friend to lead us there, so we had some chicken rice whilst waiting.

The NST report suggested that the mine tunnels may no longer be accessible due to cave-ins, so I was very happy when we reached the entrance and found we could go in. First sight of th entrance with rubbish left by the Bomba -

From the entrance chamber we had a choice of 2 routes, both of which were wet with some dubious looking water. Jan took the plunge and stepped in and I quickly followed. I hate that first moment of having to get my shoes wet. The water was initially ankle deep but I didn't like the smell we stirred up, which reminded me of human sewage. I couldn't believe it was sewage, but it definitely wasn't pleasant.

Jan goes in led by the bats

 

The Malaysian Bomba (Fire Dept) had been here recently and had taped off a route through the tunnels. Unfortunately they had also left boxes of rubbish outside the cave and up on the hill. It was mostly water bottles and polystyrene containers. If they had bothered to collect their rubbish in boxes, why on earth couldn't they also remove the boxes, rather than leave them for the animals to scatter.

The passages were full of bats, which were flying all around us, and several of them gently collided with us. However as most of the passages led on, most of the bats were able to fly ahead of us. Incidentally the bats are harmless and there is no need to worry about them or to disturb them.

cockroaches

The water was slightly deeper in places. We went past some shafts both down and up.

shafts down

The tunnels were a uniform size and there was little sign of how they had been dug out by hand, but the rock seemed quite soft.

 low flying bats

The tunnel came back to the entrance chamber, so we decided to go in for another round, this time exploring some passages taped off by the Bomba. Here the water had no smell so I guess the bad smell in the other passages was due to the mud being churned up by previous visitors.

 cleaner water

 coming up a climb

yet more bats

Having explored the tunnels, we washed out feet in the stream outside, then we climbed up the hill where we saw many shafts which had been dug. Some were just trial shafts, but others connected to the mine below.

It was an interesting visit, and now I am curious to know the history of the place and to know if there are similiar tunnels in the area.

You can see Jan's photos

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Tarutao Park, Thailand - BT

This was originally published in the The Brunei Times

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Thai archipelago's unspoilt Tarutao National Park

Stunning: Despite its past as a penal colony, Thailand's Ko Tarutao is a beautiful tropical island with golden sands, green seas and wonderful sunsets. Picture: Liz Price

Liz Price
KO TARUTAO, THAILAND

Sunday, April 27, 2008

WE SPENT part of our holiday in a place which used to be a haven for pirates and more recently a penal colony and place of detention for political prisoners. The name of this place means "old, mysterious and primitive". Despite its dubious history and intriguing name it turned out to be a stunning place, a beautiful tropical island with golden sands, green seas and wonderful sunsets. We were on Ko Tarutao.

Ko Tarutao is a small island in the Andaman Sea off the west coast of Satun, the southernmost province of Thailand. It is part of Ko Tarutao National Marine Park, which is a large archipelago of 51 islands approximately 30 km from Pak Bara in La-Ngu district, 60km northwest of Satun town. The islands are north of Langkawi in Malaysia and form part of the same geological group. In fact the main island of Tarutao is only five kilometres from Langkawi. These islands are formed of granite and allied rocks, and there is also much limestone. This limestone is the oldest limestone in the area, some 450 million years old.

In Satun we negotiated a taxi to take us to Pak Bara. It was an ancient but huge car and we paid about eight dollars for the 60km trip. From Pak Bara it was an interesting one and a half hour boat ride as we went past lots of scenic limestone islands and saw several dolphins.

Arriving in Ko Tarutao we paid our entrance fee to the Marine Park and bought a guide book, then organised a room. There is a choice of accommodation from dorms, to twins /doubles, and two-room lodges. You can also camp on some beaches. Park HQ is at Ao Phante Malaka.

Tham Chorakhe or Crocodile Cave is a tourist attraction not to be missed. A small boat took us up river, past lots of mangroves with occasional limestone cliffs jutting out of the forests. From the jetty a boardwalk leads over mangrove swamps, then steps go down to the cave entrance. The river enters the cave so a pontoon walkway has been constructed on very noisy polystyrene blocks, which squeaked annoyingly as we walked along. The causeway swayed and wobbled, so I had to make sure I was steady before taking pictures of the stalactite formations. We came to a large dry chamber and we able to explore this with the help of electric lights. It was a nice cave with a lot of stalactites and stalagmites.

The other tourists turned round and went back out, but we were cavers and we could see the far end of the cave ahead, beckoning us. We were separated from it by mud and water but as we were wearing our old caving shoes we thought it wouldn't be a problem. However we weren't expecting the mangrove mud to be so thick and sticky and glutinous. It took a tenacious hold of our shoes and it was a real struggle to move as with each step we sank in mud above ankle level. We were getting nowhere, so decided to give up. Even getting back to the dry chamber was a real struggle, the mud certainly didn't want to give up its grip on our shoes.

Fortunately none of the islands in the Marine Park have been developed by private operators. Only five of the islands have a regular boat service and only three of those are generally visited by tourists, Tarutao, Adang and Lipe. Tarutao is the biggest and has waterfalls, inland rivers, caves, beaches and protected wildlife. Wildlife on the island includes dusky langur, mousedeer, wild pig, fishing cat and crab-eating macaque. In Crocodile Cave we saw crabs and mice. Marine life includes dolphins, dugongs, lobster and turtles. Four types of turtle lay their eggs on the beaches between September and April.

The island was a place of exile for political prisoners from 1939 to 1947 and remains of the prison can be seen on the southern tip of the island, and the middle of the east coast. There is also a graveyard, charcoal furnaces and fermentation tanks for making naam plaa or fish sauce. Many prisoners were revolutionary groups who had held unsuccessful coup attempts. Escape from the island was a disheartening prospect due to the sharks, crocodiles and fierce guards. The political prisoners enjoyed an open prison atmosphere separate from the common prisoners. One third of the convicts died on the island, many from malaria. During WWII, order broke down. Supplies no longer came from the mainland and both guards and prisoners soon became the most feared pirates in the area, preying on merchant ships as they sailed through the Straits of Malacca.

After the War, British naval troops were sent to Tarutao to clean out the pirate groups. The prisons were closed, and villagers from the mainland began to settle on the island and became fishermen and farmers. In 1974 Tarutao became Thailand's second Marine National Park. The villagers were unhappy about this and most moved away, leaving just 17 families.

A road runs down the length of the island. 11km of its length was built by the prisoners in the 1940's, and the more recent 12km constructed by the park division. Today the road is mostly overgrown but park personnel have kept a path open to make it easier to get from north to south without having to climb over rocky headlands along the shore.

The visitors centre has natural history exhibits and information about the prison era, as well as a scale model of the park. There is also an information centre and a library which is a gold mine of science textbooks and 19th century English literature.

Behind the Park HQ is Toe Boo cliff and this is a great place to climb up to see the views and also the sunsets. We were lucky and had glorious sunsets a couple of evenings.

Ko Rang Nok or Birds Nest Island is a small island off the south coast. Locals collect the swiftlets' nests for the Chinese market. There are some coral reefs off the island. Sea gypsies and pirates once plied these waters, today fishermen try to make a living.

Ko Tarutao is definitely worth a visit as it doesn't suffer from mass tourism and remains unspoilt. And it is so close to Malaysia, it is easily reached by road and boat.The Brunei Times

© Liz Price