Outlandish tribe

Says photographer and traveler Roman Sukhodeev: Sea Gypsies. All my life they roam the waves between the Philippines, Malaysia and Indonesia, spend their lives in boats, industrial fishing and pearling, in houses on stilts along the shore. Flying from of Moscow to the capital of Malaysia, and then arriving in the town of Tawau, on the island of Borneo, I went in search of amazing people, badjao. Wasn't sure I'd find it. But I was lucky: I met a man who brought me to the sea Gypsies.

To visit the strange tribe that lives on land and in the sea, were my old dream. Here I spent a couple of days.

Gypsy friendliness I felt already at the door. Before unloaded from old boats the Goodies — a bag of rice, a bottle of oil and a bag of flour.

Sturdy ship five meters in length and a half in width, what more do you need to have fun to meet Gypsy old age?!

Trough of the sea Gypsy — bike a "normal" boy. The turquoise waters of Sulawesi since childhood, filling the body with energy, and spirit health.

Bajau live in the community. And faithful to the laws of their ancestors. In search of a good production can take many days to roam in the sea, sailing to the shore only to, for example, to celebrate the Holy month of Ramadan, to bury the body of the deceased or wedding.

The younger generation, as well as the older members of the tribe are unable to give an answer to the question "How old are you?". They are all happy children of the sea and the sun, do not watch hours. Although I have met those who have documents.

Under the roof of his house, as you know, always good. Even if the roof serve as skillfully interwoven palm leaves.

As a rule, young badjao don't go to school. Pants sit at the Desk and they don't have. And just to wear — not always necessary.

Today the father came home from work early. And with good loot. A school of fish were less agile than the seasoned salt.

Born in the sea does not speak English. But I think I managed to understand that more recently, to produce the fish nets and hooks Roma is becoming increasingly difficult, it is necessary to resort to the help of dynamite. Well, who's never smelled gunpowder?

In the water it went to bathe, to swim, to collect algae. Yes, for any need.

The time I spent at bago, reminded me of "Vacations Boniface". Every morning I like an animated lion, arranged for the presentation simple the kids. And even taught how to properly handle the camera.

The ability for a long time to hold your breath is transmitted sea Gypsies, as they say, is mother's milk. But the boys — all boys. The dispute is solved, "who more," three coconut.

From time to time you have to go on the road for fresh water.

Do not think that the life of Roma as light as the wind. The young generation something to think about. After two or three empty "fishing carts" and pulls to drop everything, move to the land and to engage in the sale.

But as long as I stayed here, never found one a bored child. But no Internet.

A novice diver with pleasure poses for the camera. I do not doubt that soon he, like his father and grandfather, learn to dive to 30 meters depth. To master this skill, he will have to... hurt the eardrum. Sharp objects should not be required to equalize the pressure, rushing into the depths. It is clear that the bleeding, dizziness and hearing loss are provided, but in a month can be safely lowered to the seabed.

On the second day of stay in the marine realm of state-said: any house similar to the living space of Baba Yaga. Only instead of chicken legs the huts have attached the legs are wooden. By the way, these piles often have to change.

Caravan in desert turquoise.

To drive, whether for clams for dinner?

Unlike land of the Gypsies foretelling storms of life in hand, the sea Gypsies predict the storm by the rustle of the wind.

No social networks! Just fishing!

For clothes — skirts, shorts, t-shirts, caps, schist, jewelry — members of the community go, as once our village, to the fair.

To stock up on clothing and food, Gypsies need from time to time to leave their Maritime home.

Why not a bar?!

While men control the boat and fish, women cook meals and wash clothes. All homework easily perform even the girls. Laundry service for this young mistresses pleasure. A washing machine is, of course, wouldn't dream of. The high of a new trough.

In detachment from reality.

First steps. For the native culture or civilization? I wonder what would choose this man when you grow up?