I am writing this in memory of my beloved dad, The Hoang, who had been through Communist, prison, restricted economic concentrated camp to get his children to freedom and United States.
Boat LA 3691 to Kuku Island, my family was there. My dad brought 17 people onboard to the boat LA 3691. My dad mentioned that the boat has more like 800, not 600 people, which some people might have not been registered or reported. It was very clowded. There were no place to lay down or stretch one leg on the bottom floor, we just bent our leg in or kneeled during the entire adventure. When you are tired, you can got to the top deck for stretch. We were not allow to go inside the room on the top floor.
Initially, the captain plan was to travel north to Hong Kong. Shortly after we left, we hit rough sea and thunder storms. The captain and crew decided to go south. We went by Thailand and a member on the website had mentioned, there were three pirate boats surrounding us, taking turn boarding to rob the people. Because we are one of the larger boat and many people, Thai pirates were afraid to board all at one. I was at the bottom of the ship and very sea sick. When they finished, they deliberately sabotaged the boat. Water starting to come in the bottom floor. The captain and crews did not seem to concern or care much. I remembered my dad quickly gathered all my cousins and recruited young men onboard taking turn to scoop water while the boat continued to travel south.
The captain was very selfish. On the trip south, the members in charge of the boat kept lying to us, who were sitting on the bottom floor, that the boat didn't have enough drinking water. While they were serving rice, full meal and drinking water to their family. They gave us half drinking water and half sea salt water cooked porridge. Later on, we found out their were plenty water underneath the boat where we sat.
We got to Malaysia, saw big roads and houses but stopped by their coast guard and demanded gold bar from the captain. Negotiation was to guide the boat to the new territory for some gold amount. They took the compass and navigation equipment and tired a rope behind their patrol boat and guide us to Indonesia sea border before cutting us loose. The boat without any compass continued to travel until we saw an island. Everyone was very excited that we found land. The length of this entire journey was 9 days since we left Long An. The captain and some crews were again thinking about continuing to search for Singapore and/or south to Australia. At that time, without the boat meant without identification. My dad and some young men decided to wreck the boat so everyone can be represented by LA 3691 members. My younger sister, brother and myself did not know how to swim at that time, I was so embarrassed to have our cousins floating us in. The Indonesian tried to sell an apple for one US dollar, which was very expensive at that time.
As I still remembered, the first night on the ground was raining very hard. Everyone slept either under some tree or rain cloth they brought in the rain. That was the first time after 9 days we felt peaceful and not sea sick. We went to another keramut island before we ended up at Julie island.
Don't remembered how long we were there, maybe late 1979 or early 1980, but we were the last group to leave the Kuku island and observed the official burning down the island before we headed to Galang.
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