Ahir després de la travessa Rezha, un CS m’acollís i em du a sopar a una pizzeria! super estrany menjar pizza. Ell treballa en auditar les obres del govern per controlar que els diners es gasten en el que toca. Els polítics de Papua són tots locals per la autonomia que tenen i em diu que són increiblement corruptes, inclòs per a estendards d’indonesia.
M’alce a les 4:30 perquè el Rezha m’ha dit que a les 5 hi ha un vaixell a Jayapura.
Després de alçar-me i tot ell no em pot dur en moto els 10km fins al port, el seu amic ja s’ha endut la moto.
Plou, faig autoestop, una furgo i una moto em porten. Òbviament no hi ha vaixell, però per sort dels 3 que hi ha al port un va cap a l’est 1 m’agafa, es diu Papua Satu. És una mescla de passatgers i cargo, però principalment el negoci pareix ser passatgers a diferència de l’Alken.
Plou així que dorc un poc a un banquet que hi ha a coberta baix d’un toldo. Quan m’alce arregle les xancles per 8é cop. Ha parat de ploure i vaig per la ciutat.
Al principi res d’especial i compre galetes a un super per passar els 4 dies que m’han dit que durarà el viatge. Compre massa.
Torne lentament per la costa. Em torne a trobar en un poblat marítim, aquest millor que’l de Sorong! Impressionants carrerons laberíntics plens de tendes i vida, sobre l’aigua. Tot de fusta i amb poc o gens d’apertura al cel. Inspirador, s’ha de viure, s’ha de veure.
Veig xiquets que han creat jocs en llaunes, en gomes elàstiques, competicions de trencar bambú, porcs, molts porcs. Banderes de la independència de Papua i gent orgullosa de ser Papuan.
Centenars de fotos i videos… Tinc ganes de crear el meu món distopic basat en aquests tortuosos estrets carrers plens de vida i colors, vaig explorant idees.
Torne a la nau a les 4 (quan m’han dit) i fins a les 7 no eixim. Pregunte altre cop al vaixell enorme de containers que hi ha al costat si puc anar en ells, em diuen que el govern no els deixa, més obstacles a un anarquista 😛
Dorc a coberta després que el vaixell partís, un poc de núvols, no massa bones estrel·les.
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Hallo Andreu, how are you? how was Barcelona and how was your Ph.D. research?
I am still in Manokwari but just change my contact number. you can call or Whatsapp me on +62 8139311 6776 or you can email me: rezhaoc@gmail.com or rezhaoctaryanto@hotmail.com. Keep in contact.
I am waiting for your experience in Vietnam or Northern ASEAN. 🙂
I am just opened your WordPress. Here, you know what?…… I am amazed by your hijacking history since in Indonesia and Papua exactly. I am happy that you mentioned my name on your piece of history in West Papua Peninsula. Unfortunately, I couldn’t read your history in the Spanish Language, I hope you can share me about our history in Manokwari in English version even I can be translated by Google translate, haha…
Okay, my friend, see you again in another time and place. God Bless You Always
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Hello Rezha! Nice to hear form you :D. Sorru to take long to answer, but I’m not really active on the blog these days 😦
I really enjoyed the time with you unfortunately it was short. I really liked what you told me about how the construction of the road was going.
I write the blog in catalan, not spanish, you can google translate what is writes, but since it is an improvised diary, the wording is quite bad and the automatic translation is even worse. I leave here the translation of that day. Since I was little with you I don’t talk much abut you, but I hope you enjoy :). I’ve write a book about my experiences in mi world trip, I’m editing it now. I’ll see if I can pass you a translation of the part where I meet you :D. I’ll email you too.
Here the translation:
Yesterday, after the crossing crossing through the interior of the bird head peninsula of Papua, Rezha a CS showed took me for dinner at a pizzeria! Super strange eating pizza after so long and after the adventuress crossing the mountains.
Rezha works to audit the government’s infrastructure work, to control how much money is spent on it. Papua’s politicians are locals since the have autonomy and he tells me that they are quite corrupt, even by Indonesian standards.
I’m woke up at 4:30 because Rezha told me that at 5am there is a ship towards Jayapura.
After rising up and everything he can not bring me on his motorcycle 10 km to the port, his friend need to use it
It rains, I do a hitchhiking, a van and a motorcycle take me. There is no ship towards jayapura, but fortunately there are 3 of them in the port, one of them goes east and accepts to take me, it is called Papua Satu. It is a mixture of passengers and cargo ship, but mainly the business seems to be passengers unlike the Alken.
It’s raining a little and i wait under a bus stop. When I get up, I fix the sandals for the 8th time. It has stopped raining and I go around the city to explore.
At first nothing special and I bought cookies to a super one to spend the 4 days that they told me that the trip will last. I Buy too much.
Slowly I return along the coast. I find myself in a seaside village, this one is better than Sorong! Stunning labyrinthine streets full of shops and life, over the water. All wood and with little or no opening to the sky. Inspiring, you have to live, you have to see.
I see children who have created games in cans and elastic gums, a competition competitions to break bamboo. There are pigs, many pigs on the streets. There are Flags of Papua independence.
I take Hundreds of photos and videos …
I go back to the ship at 4pm (when they told me) and until 7pm we did not leave. I Ask again on the huge ship of containers next to me if I can go on them, they tell me that the government does no allow them.
I sleep on the deck after the ship sails, tehre are a bit of clouds, so i can not enjoy the starry night.
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