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August 28th

Nonbelievers in a Muslim country

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Brunei sightseeing
The post about Brunei’s palace guard playing grab-ass during our
family photo op prompted a friend to comment on her misgivings about traveling as a woman in a Muslim country. It wasn’t the association I had in
mind, but as she pointed out, when your window on the world is the US mass media
it’s the kind of connection that is (unfortunately) pretty easy to make.
The reality is that it’s just not like that. Every country will have behavioral norms to respect: some will be
driven by religion. Some will be driven by culture. Often these are intertwined.
But after spending most of the last year cruising through three predominantly Muslim countries in Southeast Asia- Indonesia, Malaysia, and Brunei- adding the
filter of ‘Muslim’ hasn’t played into anything that bears some kind of
travel advisory for what to expect or how to prepare, except to stash lots of
bacon in advance and follow normal sensitivity for local culture of whatever flavor you happen to be in.
In some areas, it’s more important to show less skin. You could leap to
associate that with the headscarves and tent dresses of stereotypical Islam, but keeping skin
exposure modest was actually more consistently important in
missionary-Christian Papua New Guinea (or Tonga, for that matter) than almost anywhere
else in our travels through the Muslim-majority countries of Southeast Asia.
Ultimately, it varied from place to place, regardless of religion. We simply took our cues locally, and attempted to dress appropriately.
Going-ashore wear: no shoulders, no knees. Ungalik island, Papua New Guinea
There are certainly ways in which traveling through Muslim countries has
affected our daily life, but they are overwhelmingly practical ones.Business
hours are a little different: in Islam, congregational prayer takes place on Fridays, so
businesses often close early on Friday afternoons. Most of officialdom is still open, however, as
are the many non-Muslim owned businesses, and they’re open for business on Saturdays too:
around here, only Sunday is the day of rest.

It’s hard to find pork products, although
most public markets have a ‘pork area’ that is set apart from the rest of the
meat, seafood and produce sectors. It was better not to anchor too close to the
village mosque unless we liked being awakened by the pre-dawn call to prayer.
Purely practicalities, and nothing to be apprehensive about.

Ramadan added another layer, but it didn’t affect us much. As
Mike commented on the post about Brunei, while stationed in the United
Arab Emirates with the USAF he was asked not to eat (or chew gum) in public
during Ramadan. I suspect that the Southeast Asian countries are more diverse, or less dominantly Muslim, as the
UAE or other Arab countries- here, there are significant Buddhist and Christian
minorities. At any rate, this level of sensitivity hasn’t been important. Not wanting
to be disrespectful to our fasting guide, we gave him a break to meet his friend
at the mall while we duck off for lunch. I’d feel rude eating in front of him,
but find no embarrassment beyond the usual in stuffing ourselves silly with
fattoush and lamb shwarma with the throngs of others who chose to hang out at
the restaurant area.
On the external surface, like a lot of holidays, Ramadan is just
another angle for retailers
There are more opportunities to find commonality in our humanity than
differences in our religions. In the western edge of Borneo, it was the
compassion from the Navy captain who called us his Brothers of the Sea. In
Indonesia’s spice islands, it was our friends desire to share pieces of their
lives, sending us with saplings for nutmeg, cinnamon, and coffee. In Brunei, it
was a lecture from a devout Muslim on the teachings in Islam about the one God
shared by the Abrahamic religions, and the Arabic names for the players in the stories
that all three religions share. They each looked for the things that bound us
together, not those that separated us.When I think about how traveling in Muslim countries has impacted us, it’s about the tremendous opportunities they have given us to learn about different cultures, dress, practices. It is an entirely positive association.

As a traveler, it’s easy to observe through a filter and find what
you’re looking for. If you look for differences, they are present in spades,
and they can be as interesting or uncomfortable as you want them to be. You can
choose how to react and whether to assume the best, assume the worst, or assume
the reason. I didn’t assume that the palace guard tried to fondle me because he
was Muslim. Who knows, maybe he was one of the Nepalese Ghurka soldiers – and
therefore probably likely Hindu- who make up the Sultan’s private guard. I
think that he was just an opportunistic perv who added a facet of pathetic
entertainment to our afternoon.

This article was syndicated from S/V Totem - a family sailing the world

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