“Oh my, I looked slimmer here!” said Ibu Roje, the bajo woman. She looked so surprise with her photograph that I took with my polaroid. She laughed happily and showed the photo to her friends. We were having a beautiful afternoon on her “terrace”, facing right to the sea.
Bu Roje and her neighbours lived above the sea forever. All the Bajo house built on the sea near the shore. I even could see the fish swam around underneath me. They traveled around with a wood boat and catch the fish everynight. In the morning, they sell the fish to traditional market where the “land people” buy the fish and cook it for their families.