Durian Runtuh… A
Windfall of Smelly Fruit
Durian… Smells like Hell, Tastes like Heaven… The King of
Fruits. Regular visitors to Southeast Asia are able to recall countless
interesting durian tales… and those tales all follow similar themes.
I remember my first encounters with the legendary fruit in
Indonesia of the 1970s. For a novice, the smell was bracing! I remember travelling
through a Javanese town which had a fruit market at one end of the main street…
and a durian market at the other end. Sensible. Years later, I remember the day
on the Bali tour bus when everyone said they would like to try the fruit. Conquered
by the smell, they all shirked their promise of sampling the Asian delight, and
I had to eat the lot with the bus driver and the conductor. And I don’t like
it! Pikers!
Banned from hotels and buses and trains and planes, the King
of Fruits has bad press in Western nations.
It is the smell, isn’t it! The smell repulses the
uninitiated… sometimes, even the initiated! During our Malaysian sojourn this
year, we overheard one ‘friend’ tell another in quite serious manner, “Your car
is older than ours. So, you take the durian!” The odour permeates clothing and
fabric and upholstery. It lingers for days on end. King or no King, you cannot allow the BMW to
smell of durian!
But, is it just the smell that gives the King its bad name?
Or is it the fact that falling durians and falling durian trees regularly claim
the lives of innocent victims? It is up there in mortality with Great White
Sharks!
As the years have passed, however, I am less repelled by,
more tolerant of, the smell. Maybe, I am losing my sense of smell! Or, as she would
claim, acquiring the aroma.
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| Musang King durian, freed from its woody shell |
In recent trips to Malaysia, I have had to be flexible. And
inventive! How to keep the better-half, a durian fanatic, content? We would
plonk a cardboard box in the boot of the hire car and fill it with durian kampung,
village durian, whenever we would come across it. Then, feeling like criminals,
we would smuggle one up the back stairs of the hotel, open it with a cleaver,
consume it then smuggle the shell and seeds back down the stairs so that our
room would not reek. This furtive behaviour lasted for two years until we were
directed on arrival at KLIA not to put durian in the boot of the hire car. Our
deception had been uncovered. The things we do for love!
Then, we discovered the usefulness of plastic containers
with layer upon layer of cling film. No smell anywhere, except on the breath!
Just make sure you air out the fridge before you leave the establishment.
Anyway, our trip to Malaysia this year proved to be a
durian-athon! It was July and there was an abundance of high quality durian in
all the places we visited… Not cheap, but abundant, an absolute windfall of the
prized fruit for my better-half.
At Benum Hill Resort, we joined five other couples for a
relaxing, gastronomical weekend… eleven Malaysian connoisseurs of durian and me,
the outcast. They consumed basket upon basket of their favourite fruit. I had
my Ipoh pomelo and some mangoes.
In fact, being the only dinki-di Aussie, I did not want to
attend empty-handed. So, I purchased two dozen beer for the men to consume over
the weekend… Right? Wrong! I discovered that no-one who consumes durian will
drink beer for fear of not surviving the experience.
“Durian Plus Alcohol
Can Actually Kill”. Scientists in Japan
said they found that, “the lethal side effects might be due to stinky fruit’s
high sulphur content which impairs alcohol breakdown”.
So, if this is an urban myth or reality, who knows? What I do know is that my friends would not drink the beer!
In Asia, the royal durian receives royal treatment, equivalent
to fine wine in the West. The conversations of our Malaysian friends were the
same. As each prickly specimen was liberated from the basket and prised open,
they would try to guess at the premium fruit variety… “This one is D24.” “Maybe
D2.” “Musang King, the best!” “Ahh Udang
Merah. Look at the tinge of red.”
So, what makes a superior durian? Well, according to my expert partner, it is
sweet. But then again, it has a little bitterness… It is moist but not wet… Its
texture is smooth and creamy… It is soft, not hard… It has lots of flesh and smaller
seeds. You know, even I, the outcast, could tell from the first taste, the first sucking of the
flesh from the huge, smooth stone, whether the Benum Hill connoisseurs were feasting
on a good durian. There was silence. Communal silence. And it was probably golden-fleshed
Musang King which silenced them! Thence followed the profound discussions of
its flavour, its texture and its other subtleties.
So, how do you select a good durian? You have to look at the
size and shape: irregularly shaped fruits might not hold enough delicious
flesh. The skin colour has to be right. Has the fruit split? This is a sign
that it is over-ripe. Check the spikes: close-packed spikes are a positive
sign. Shake it gently: the resulting feel will inform you of its flesh versus
seed content.
The durian feast frenzy continued for two days,
interspersed with wonderful main meals, good company and relaxing activities at
the resort, including some fishing. And the beer? Well, it served a purpose for
me, because durian breath and durian burp are definitely defeated by beer
breath and beer burp! You need only ask the better-half. Just to set the record
straight, I did not, could not, drink all 24 beers!
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| Baskets and baskets of durian at Benum Hill Resort |
Benum Hill was not the end of our 2016 durian expedition.
Then there was Penang… Balik Pulau to be exact…
Years ago, we visited the main tourist areas in Penang.
However, we planned to visit the less popular hinterland of the island this
year. One of our intentions was, of course, to pop into one or two of the more
famous durian farms on the way to the township of Balik Pulau (literally, ‘Back
of the Island’).
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| A roadside durian stall, displaying its available varieties, along the road to Balik Pulau |
After booking into our lovely hotel on Penang’s north coast,
we went for an afternoon drive to the back of the island doing reconnaissance
for the next day of touring. The drive was beautiful, passing through the township
of Teluk Bahang, with its quaint pitcher plant monument, then turning south on
to a snaking mountain road, passing through verdant forests of overhanging
tropical trees.
Little did we know that these statuesque, giants of trees
were in fact durian trees… At least, not until, a misshapen weapon of mass destruction
dropped from an overarching limb on to the road, right in front of our car.
Startled by the occurrence, at first, I did not know what to do. Then, when the
mind kicked in to gear, I realised that 60 Malaysian Ringgit (about $20
Australian) had just plummeted from the heavens. By the time that I had applied
the brakes of the car, coming to a halt in the middle of the winding road, a
cyclist riding up the mountain had beaten us to collect the prickly prize.
Subsequently, I noticed the nets strung high above the road…
And my thoughts recoiled to Great White Sharks!
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| Overhead durian net |
Our second day on Penang Island arrived. In the morning, we
did the usual tourist things by visiting a tropical herb garden and the famed
Ectopia, Penang Butterfly Park. Then, as with the day before, we drove along
the winding mountain road towards the township of Balik Pulau. This time, I was
ready. Even with the knowledge that lightning does not traditionally strike
twice, I was ready…
I drove slowly along the twisting trail. There were one or
two vehicle-crushed durians on the opposite side of the road, but nothing to
warrant stopping. Then, we rounded a sharp right-hand bend. And there it was,
sitting smack-bang in the middle of the road, just waiting to be picked up. I
slammed on the brakes. I ordered the shoeless better-half out of the car, amid
howls of protest. The howls of protest, however, ceased the moment she hugged
the one kilogram or more of thorny, hedgehog-like fruit all the way back to the
hire car. Familiar pain! If you could have seen her smiles…
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| I could not remove the smile from her face... |
We continued our drive to Balik Pulau. There, we enjoyed a
simple but delicious lunch at a small food court. Lunch completed, we asked the
lady stall-holder whether she could assist us to open our prize. The
better-half now armed with a cleaver and some plastic containers, I retrieved
the perfectly-shaped durian from the car. Crossing the road back to the little
restaurant, an inquisitive man asked me where I had bought it. When I replied
that it had fallen in front of our car, he was impressed, “Ohh, lucky!”
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| The fallen durian of Balik Pulau... possibly D24, according to the experts |
According
to the traditions of Malaysia and Indonesia, a durian falling in front of one
is a lucky event. Conversely, if it falls on you, is it a ‘not-so-fortunate
event’? The phrase ‘Durian Runtuh’ is akin to the English notion of ‘windfall’
in all its senses. We were reminded of this, time after time, as we recounted
to our local friends and associates our, not one but two, encounters with
falling durian. The reaction was always the same, “Ohh, lucky!” Now, emanating
from a different cultural background, I sometimes wonder whether they meant,
“Lucky to be alive!”
So, the
next day, we headed back to our base in Ipoh. The following morning, we craved
some Apam Balik, so we paid a visit to our new acquaintances at Canning Garden,
Sandy and Aaron. As soon as we arrived, they wanted to know the news of our
Balik Pulau excursion. Without even finishing our durian story, Aaron ‘dragged’
us to the little lottery office down the lane. Such incredibly good luck, he
said, deserved the purchase of a Malaysian lottery ticket, a Toto. We selected
our four-digit number, the four numbers of the car number-plate. Then, we
waited overnight with baited breath to win the thousands of Malaysian ringgit
on offer… Durian runtuh: we couldn’t lose!
We lost!
Luck comes
in many forms. For us, it does not come in the form of magical millions of
dollars. It comes in chance experiences. It comes in valued friendships. It
comes in our amazing contacts with the natural world… These are our ‘Durian
Runtuh’ moments.
PS… I need
to credit the better-half for the technical analysis of the extraordinary durian.
