Fade in Sade

It was awesome to visit the real life of Sasak in Lombok. I was there two weeks ago, casted here in Dusun Sade, a village of 150 Sasak houses with approximately 700 inhabitants living their life originally, farming and weaving.

A front view of the main gate. Sade Village can be reached right from the main road, and there’s a parking lot for visitors’ cars. The local guide is ready to greet you on the gate.

Sasak is original ethnic of Lombok. Most of them are muslims, though a few of them are Buddhists. They speak in Sasak language. But most of them speak Indonesian fluently, coz they can communicate with me well if I wanna buy their souvenirs.

Sasaks generally still love marrying their own cousins.

Houses are built adapting to the relief of Lombok which is consisted of hills. There are only three large rooms inside, including living room which is functioned as bedroom at night.

Their limited intercourse makes inter-cousin marriage are common among them. Lotta Sasak couples have babies with handicaps. But some of them assume that it’s not because of inter-cousin marriage, instead it’s coz of their fate.

Usually the rooms of the house are spacious and there are just a few furnitures. Girls sleep in the top room or most inner room to prevent boys kidnap them to bring them away.

Sasaks house are usually simple, but strong. Built from wood blocks which configurate large rooms. The doors are averagely short, as high as an adult’s head. They said they make the door that short to respect for the guest. (Which guest is respected, I don’t know. If the guest is Caucasian, it can hit the head.)

They clean house by bull’s faeces. Sasaks believe that wiping their floor by bull’s faeces can pure their house. *miauw!*

Sasak build lumbung or a rice-barn to store their rice of their farms. The rice-barn is built high, to prevent the rice from sink of flood. The space under the rice-barn is used to keep their bulls.

An house is averagely inhabited by three generations or four. A couple generally has four kids or five. Now I understand why they are so keen to marry their own cousins. 😉

If you’re a Sasak girl who wanna marry a Sasak boy, you must be able to weave. Coz Sasaks rule that a girl must be able to weave before they’re married. Isn’t it difficult? Coz me, until today, only can sew buttons and suture people’s wound. *click my tongue*

By the way, in Sasak house, girl must always sleep in the most inner room. Coz if she sleeps in the living room, she can be kidnapped by a boy for marari (a.k marriage without the permission of her parents). Actually I can get it why a girl doesn’t mind to be casted away. Maybe she’s not allowed to marry legally coz she can’t weave yet. :-p

A huge hall is built as a meeting venue for the whole inhabitants of the village.

Actually getting into the village is uncharged. But there’s someone stands on the front gate for a guest book, and providing a box for angpao (reminds me of wedding party). Inside the village, some houses sell souvenirs such as weaving fabrics, wood carvings, and bead

Sasaks are aware how precious the tourists are for their life. So a few house provides simple shops for souvenirs.

accessories. Price bargaining is acceptable.

If you wanna get here, please consult to your travel agent. But if you drive your own car, you just need to drive from Mataram to Kuta Beach, and in about an hour driving from Mataram you’ll find Sade Village at Rembitan. I spend my time here for 30-45 minutes, and I enjoy sightseeing for an ethnic which is unique enough to tell. 🙂

Some Sasak ladies are still weaving and their ability is inherited by generations. But nowadays it’s not really easy to find young girls able to weave. The fabrics are usually used as table-cloth, sarong, or just shawl.

Force d’Majeur


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Once upon a time we must mail our professor. The e-mail contained a draft that she must correct as soon as possible. Then we sent the e-mail to our professor and we thought our task had been done.

It made us wonder that she didn’t send us feedback. No gratification, no critic, no compliment. We thought our professor was too busy to reply us.

Two days later, the professor’s assistant phoned. The professor had been waiting for our mail, but she never received it. We told the assistant that the mail had been sent, but she didn’t trust us.

Then my partner, who was in charged for sending the mail, accidentally checked the spam box. And there it came..there was a mail from Yahoo which notified that one of mails which she sent two days ago was failed to be delivered. The failed mail was the mail that she sent to our professor, and the notification failure had been in spam box..

We tried to send the e-mail for the second time and texted the professor’s assistant that we had send e-mail to the professor. The assistant could not tell the news to the professor, coz the professor had been busy all day long.

But along those three days, the professor got mad coz her job had been delayed, coz she hadn’t got our mail. She didn’t even receive our second mail. We thought the mail had been trapped in professor’s spam box. She said she had checked her spam box and there was not even any single mail from us. She checked her spam box everyday, coz sometimes her bank bill got into it.

The disaster made me realize, that sending news by e-mail ain’t always more practical than giving it personally. Sometimes we’ve sent the e-mail to someone, but he doesn’t read it coz he never checks out his inbox. Or the e-mail ain’t received by his inbox, but it’s entered into his spam box. Or the e-mail is failed to deliver, coz we misspell the e-mail address and we don’t realize the mistake. Writing an e-mail to donaldduck@yahoo.com will never work out if the real address is donaldduck@yahoo.co.id.

Then, now I have a new habit. Each time I mail someone and expect the e-mail to be read immediately, I’ll text him to tell him that I’ve just sent him an e-mail.

Ya know what, face to face looks more practical.