Diari de Sulawesi, dia 4, vesprada, sota la pluja

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M’entre m’acomiade el següent autoestop, una pickup amb una carrega que odie,  safates de poliestirè d’un sól ús, para i vaig amb les safates.

Parem a una xicoteta ciutat i la plutja comença, per no abandonar-me ja.

Seguint la regla 3 de l’autostop, no caminar sota la plutja, espere a baix un porxo i quan la pluja ja no és  torrencial, demane autostop. Una pickup furgona em para i per sort vaig a dins. La plutja que pensava de minuts és de kms.

Quan em para al següent poblet la pluja continua torrencial. Espere a un porxo on cap cotxe en para. Les dones  d’allà es fan moltes fotos amb mi.

La pluja disminuix molt i camine, però de cara al final del poble torna  a ploure molt.
Són les 6pm, 20min per a la posta de sol, i ja faig plans per on dormir. Cap cotxe em para en 20min i vaig a un xicotet restaurant on demane Gado-Gado.

Preocupats de que plou i és de nit, la dona del restaurant em convida a quedar-me a dormir, que demà ja continuaré el viatge. Seguint la llei del viatger accepte.

A més  la neta em prepara un postre gelat de gelatina, fruita i cacauets que em conviden! sense jo demanar res…

Després m’ajuden a assecar la roba i el mapa. Dutxa, un te, fotos amb els veïns i a dormir.

M’encanta com de bona és la gent en aquest món, també ka sort que tinc de ser viatger 🙂

Diari de Sulawesi, dia 4, matí, conversa

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Allà  a les 4 del matí algú toca al telèfon de’n Fadel. És Phil, un altre couchsurfer que agafarà un barquet en direcció oposada a la meua, Sulawesi a Kalimantan. Ha arribat a les 4 del matí a Palu des de ToliToli i vol que Fadel l’arreplegue.

A les 6 uns cosins de Fadel de Kalimatan venen.

No massa dormida hui…

Ens alcem de cara a les 7 passades, desdejunem donuts que l’Adit ha portat i comence una llarga conversa amb en Phil. Des de viatges fins a cosmologia passant pel món. Ell és enginyer medianviental i està  fent la tradicional convinació de treballar a Australia i viatjar en Asia.

Em comenta coses interesants de festivals i altres organitzacions i com publicar posts de viatges per uns pocs diners.

Des que parlí amb en Kun no havia tingut una conversa tan llarga 🙂

Després dels comiats en la familia, Adit i Phil en Fadel em condueix cap a les afores de la ciutat, li dic que em deixe on acaben les cases, però ell insistís en conduir-me tot el camí fins a un cap al nord de la ciutat, uns 30km. Jo aprofite i li demane que em duga a la punta de la península a fer 4 fotos. A la platja del cap el govern fa pagar!

Després continuen per la carretera que seguis la costa i aquesta es transforma en carretera de terra sense ningú, però que du a uns escenaris espectaculars i a un poblet peculiar, en molta anima, i al costat d’una costa precioça  (combinació muntanyes, arena blanca, aigua turquesa, cocoters).

Apleguem a la carretera principal on en Fadel em deixa després de conduir-me uns kms més.

Diari de Sulawesi, dia 3, relax, reflexions

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Reflexions:
Visa. És una de les coses més injustes que existeix en aquest món que pretén ser globalitzat! Perquè per a nosaltres és tan l aconseguir a visa per a aquestis paisos mentre que per a ells necessiten tanta paperassa?  Bé  la resposta és òbvia, diners. Un dels requeriments per a la visa shenguen em diuen que és tindre l’equivalent a uns 5000€ al banc, com si calgueren eixos diners per viatjar! És un desequilibri enorme.

El més frustrant és com poc això figura en la mentalitat de la gent, inclús eixos que lluiten per igualtat de drets al món (jo m’incloc abans d’enfrontar-me a les vises). No podem esperar un món en que comprem fàcilment el que ells produïxen  però  no acceptem que ens puguen visitar fàcilmet. No és  que la gent estiga desesperada per anar a Europa tampoc, ni menys a treballar (que seria la por de facilitar visats, com es preocupen per Turquia). La gent huaria de tindre el mateix dret (i jo diria el deure, però  no pots obligar a ningú ) a viure altra cultura.

Aparca motos. É s molt extés al SE asiàtic i que no he reflexionat encara. Bàsicament és la institucionalització dels gorretes però per a motos i per TOT, inclús una xicoteta tenda. És  òbviament no oficial, però  tenint en compte que quasi ningú paga impostos és com qualsevol altre negoci.

No sé  sí  és bo ja que dóna un xicotet ingrés a gent, com un coix que simplement està allà agafant diners dels pocs clients que paren, o és certament demigratori, ja que no dóna per viure, la gent paga perquè està preocupada per robatoris, i és una feina molt inútil.

Dia de realax:
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-Monument de la pau: pugem en la moto a una mubtanyeta en bones vistes de la badia.  El monument és per connemorar el final d’uns conflictes etnics entre cristians i musulamns fa 17 anys.

-Dinar sopa d’osos: em duen a menjar un caldo que li diuen sopa d’óssos, prou saborós i ompli molt.

-Intercanvi estudiants: els països assiatics i australia (i Canadà fins fa 2 anys) organtzen intercanvi d’estudians universitaris en que uns 30-40 represetants per país  van a un altre per 2 o 3 messos. Prou xulo, assistisc a una reunió  en que uns 40 candidats hauran de lluitar per les 5 plaçes.

-Visita a la “fàbrica” d’aigua: bé l’embasen en els ridiculs gots de plàstic d’un sol ús (220ml) que es veuen i beuen per tot Indonèsia i que en la majoria de casos es cremen com la resta de fem. És la fabrica del cunyat d’en Fadel.

Sopar truita de creïlles: anem al super, aquest cop Indonesi, però és com tots. Comprem per fer una truita de creïlles, que s’em pega un poc perquè la faig en un wock i escorrec massa oli.

-Fútbol: al nit és  “el classico” i tota la ciutat  està plena de cartells anunciant trobades a les 3 del matí (hora local) per vore-lo). Estàn pirats.
Anem a una escola en uns camps de Fútbol sala i Fútbol 7 on estan preparant unu escenari i sofàs per vore-lo.

-Cases típiques: estic prou cansat però en Fadel, arquitecte, es posa a les 12 de la nit a demanar-me que li explique com són les cases  típiques de europa…

Sulawesi, Cèlebes

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He de mencionar que vuic arribar a aqueta illa des de que era xicotet, ja que m’encanten els mapes i si la veu a un mapa del món òbviament penses que el qui ha fet el mapa està bromejant…
Això explica en part que haja volgut fer la xicoteta odisea per mar, arribar en avió o simplement pagant un ferri no és tan especial 🙂 Llàstima que no  poguera creuar des de Malaysia…

Bé el cas és que espere homes en la cara al pit i sense cap, dracs llançant flames, monstres marins, gent  amb ulls i orelles al nas, mags, dinosaures, un túnel al centre de la terra i inversió de la gravetat, espere no decepcionar-me 😀

Diari de Sulawesi, dia 1 vesprada i 2, comunitat

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Després de deixar immigració  faig que  la policia em deixen a la uni del meu couchsurfing, ja que m’han fet perdre tant de temps.
En Fadel, el meu Couchsurfer, m’arreplega a la porta de la Uni.

la uni té 30anys.i és prou gran per a una ciutat de 300.000 habitants

Fadel parla un anglès quasi perfecte en accent de la costa est d’estats units que ha après  i perfeccinat assoles.

la uni te un aspecte prou progre i actiu com les de Kalimantan, la comunitat universitària ací deu ser molt activa.

No massa més, Adit, un altre Couchsurfer amic de Fadel sopa en s’nosaltres. Treballa a un banc però ha estudiat comunicació i arts. la feina del banc la fa només perquè paguen més i els seus pares li han dit de fer-la.

El més greu que em diu és que les companyes no et contracten sense experiència si tens més de 26 anys, per tant si no has treballat abans estàs barrat de tindre cap feina que necessite cert entrenament.

Al dia següent en Fadel m’ajuda a comprar un fusible per al adaptador, canviar diners i comprar un mapa de Sulawesi, mola!, tot i que és poc fiable, elsel rius pugen i baixen muntanyes.

Anem a un Carrefour a Indonèsia ! no m’ho esperava, prou com els normals, però té secció d’oli de palma, de sucre, d’snaks i un bar a dins, i està a un edifici de 4 plantes, i no en pla.

A migdia em reunisc en una que fa filologia anglesa i vol anar a l’estranya destinació d’Oregon a fer el doctorat.

A la nit anem a un centre d’arts on en múltiples pavellons la gent jove pot practicar dança, teatre, música, pintura… és impressionat com de culturalment ric açò  és!

Després anem a Sopar DOLÇOS!, sí dolços. Indonesis tenen un problema enorme en el tabac, però altre gran en el sucre. Sopem, creïlles en sirop de coco i sucre, xurros en salsa picant, truita de goninoled, i el més bo, platan fregit en xocolata fosa i formatge, bonisim! (be tenia xocolata so…).

I a dormir!

And one of the 3 reasons why our society will end soon: Panama Papers: Mossack Fonseca leak reveals elite’s tax havens

And like that is how the world goes into the sink. Sort live to our society!

I’m  so thrilled that this was made public (I got goosebumps several times while reading) and at the same time so frustrated that this was going on in so organized “legal” scale…

Let’s see if thinks like this help to change the mentality and shine a ray of hope. But I’m pessimistic.

Panama Papers: Mossack Fonseca leak reveals elite’s tax havens – http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-35918844

Divergents

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What is so fun about doing a random unplanned trip is the amount of divergents you create with each important decision.

A divergent is that other you that could have been had you made another choice. The experiences that that other you would have had and how that would shape his future in a different way than your current one. And how with some divergents you will eventually converge because regardless of the path you will catch each other, but with others you will never do.

Well it’s just fun to thought and image, nothing new there, only that is so much more constant due to the crazy travelling experiencing now. How some kinds of lives are prone to much divergence while in others you would never have them. Like the chaos of being in the middle of a storm or the immutability in the surface of the moon.

Borneo diaries, day 25, Sulawesi diary day 1, Hitchhiking a cargo boat from Telam Suleiman (Biduk-Biduk, BidukBiduk, Biduk Biduk) to Palu, Kalimantan Borneo to Sulawesi

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(I’ll continue with the English indulgence for the sake of internalization, I apologize from here on for my sloppy writing. Or you could learn catalan :P)

Getting into a boat is easy, you are reading a book next to the paradisiac harbour, the lady on the eating kiosk tells you that the boat that is arriving goes to Sulawesi in 2h and you can join it if you rush for your backpack 15km away :]

However getting into getting into the boat is the difficult part (as other posts show). Yes you need time, extreme flexibility and find the right place.

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It all starts with me in peninsular Malaysia wanting to cross to Borneo. Big cargo ships are protected by walls of redtape that I couldn’t climb, although I did could climb 3 ships and ask freely before being detained by the police 🙂

After that experience, and once in Kalimantan, I decided to try instead shorter hops in smaller vessels.

My next try was in Terakan, north Kalimantan, there I could find a small cargo boat that was willing to carry me. However it could only be done by getting some government official approval. Where to get it and how without knowing Indonesian escaped my abilities.
As I was saying in a previous post seas are closing due to redtape, ironically in this case because a ferry (that I try to avoid) shrank.

Next was to try the shortest distance possible. Biduk-Biduk on a peninsula close to Toli-Toli. I was told that there are many fishing boats, and latter, cargo boats from Taulk Sulaiman. They might not have any problem into getting me in. No paperwork needed.

I go there and I find this unbelievable beach paradise that I described in the previous post, and after asking where to get the boat I go literally to the end of the road.
coordinates:
01°09′19.8″N 118°45′46.79″E

A harbour with a lone wooden dock around half a dozen of small, one flor,  vessels await.

After a complex conversation with my few Indonesian words (kapal Sulawesi, boat Sulawesi; di mana? where?; kapan?, when?) and the week days I’m told that the boats depart in one week. Too long even when having to wait in paradise. But after a bit more of discussion someone tells me that a boat might be going in 3 days, Wednesday or Thursday (it’s Monday evening). Paradise, little houses and coconut trees where to plant my hammock, small fires, waiting 2 days… that sounds like a plan!

Next day I go back to confirm things,  an angry man tells me there are no boats until 2 months… that’s bad. Other tells me something about 2pm next day, uncertain but good, anyway I feel lost in translation.

Next day I go to the harbour since the morning until my boat appears 😀

Into the boat:

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After being told that the boat will be departing in one hour, you ride fast the bicycle to your host  house, woke them up to say bye and take the backpack.

Your ride back gets a flat tire. You get the first 14 (or so) year old ride driving with one hand (but according to my experience he must have been driving anywhere from 7 to 4 years already). And you get in the boat, a small wooden cargo vessel, about 15m long, one level white and blue. That’s it!

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The boat ride:
Someone asks my name, age, nationality and reasons for traveling, it is noted in a notebook. Another local passenger joins, that means that is common to have extra rides between islands.

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After 1h repairing the batteries it departs. The sunset on the heavily rocketing sea is nice. Fried fish for dinner and sleep at 8pm, hard wood, shaking boat and diesel exhaust, good night!

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Sulawesi diary, day 1, marine police.
At some point close to midnight the diesel engine starts puling out much more exhaust into the vessel than what is normal. I go to the front part and enjoy the cloudy moon ride, it’s simply a fantastic scenery, no words. I get tired and since now the sea is almost flat I can easily and soundly sleep on top of the rice sacs of the front part, avoiding the flumes.

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Cloudy sunrise, one can't have it all! but the amazingly shaped, mountainous Sulawesi is on the left side and front 😀

Marine Police
After few hours of enjoying the striking mountain sea scenery and entering, Palu bay surrounded by long mountains welcomes me. Also the marine police welcomes me and the boat, boarding us with a zodiac. After 20h in my ride and 250km I’m taken by the police :D, great! I’m received by all at the Wasi harbour like a movie star.

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Uncertain in what to do with me, they got me to show every single item of my (small) luggage in case I carry a gun or drugs… After a looooong wait  they can’t  figure out if my documentation is in order, so they plan to send me for the immigration office in Palu town (Wani is 23km away). Then another long wait until they get a Hello Kitty car. In the  mean time I’m invited to lunch and asked several times if I can give them my things, from the bracelets to my camera…

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Immigration
After a really slow ride I’m driven to immigration where they confirm that everything is alright, and they teach the marine police that I can travel as much as I want with my visa. So for future hitchhiker travelers they shall know! To their defence I seem to be the first foreigner in at least 15 years that has appeared like that in a cargo boat, so they where confused.

On the Immigration office they started to ask too many questions if my fundings and my out of Indonesia  tickets (both that I don’t have), and they didn’t get clear that I was hitchhiking a cargo boat, so I looked politely to the clock and after few pictures they let me out. Avoid getting into there if you can anyway!

In summary, keep trying, asking, find the right place and learn wait 😀 (although waiting in paradise is easy 😉

On a side note while being hosted in Palu by a Couchsurfer, Fadel, when another traveler, from Virginia, US, got a ride in the boat of the uncle of friend of my CS :D. The boat brings fresh vegetables from Palu in Sulawesi to Samarinda in Kalimantan, and comes back. So contact the couchsurfing community in Palu (or another port city) and ask for help!

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Borneo diaries Days 24 & 25, Biduk-Biduk, BidukBiduk, Biduk Biduk, beach hidden paradise, east Kalimantan, not in lonlyplanet :D

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I’ll indulge and write this in English because it has to be shared with the world! Catalans are not enough to conquer this :P.

There is no way in which I can overstate how perfectly beach paradise Biduk-Biduk is, and I been in Majorca, Menorca, Guadaloupe, Tenerife, Nicaragua pacific coast, Phu Quok island, Vietnam coast. The fact that I just met it without expecting it might bias me, but still there is no way I can exaggerate using mere words and photos.

Where to start? lone trees hundreds of meters inside the sea? that’s a peculiar image, but it is just part of the turquoise cristal waters touching long white coral beaches, that at low tide are hundreds of meters wide (thus explaining the trees). Around 40km of tall coconut trees beach road. Villagers fantastically smiling, helpful, eager to interact, living in beach houses with grass lawns perfectly trimmed by the cows and goats that wander around. Beach cows. Evening mixed gender volleyball.

That’s the general 40kms image, broken only by some mangroves forests that extend on the beach, specially on the coast facing east. That makes it even more interesting on high tide as you have unique forested beaches with fresh/salt water mix, and walking tree climbing fish that jump over the water! yes, you entered a nature documentary.

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If that’s not good enough there are beauty spots, local attractions and 3 small islands (from Teluk Sulaiman to Sugeindin pulau; a group of 7 Indonesians paid 150k rupiah per person 3h excursion), this would keep you entertained!

These spots include 2 or 3 medium sized rivers with complete transparent cool fresh water (the first wide river with clear waters that I see get to the sea!). One of which, Labuan Cermin (pronounced labuan jambir) has a boat service (quite expensive I heard) that drives you to a turquoise lake that has a top layer of fresh cool water and a bottom layer of salt warm water. That’s supposed to be the main attraction here, but I saw no tourist there 🙂

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Other attractions include what can be seen on the map. Accessible are the rocks beach (pantai batu dua), literary 2 rocks beach, and Labuan Cermin harbour, full of delightful fishing vessels and cristal waters. You can do long walks, get a bicycle or moto (I still don’t know how, my host simply offered me a motorbike but I took the bicycle :D) or hitch a ride, really easy to do with the locals eager to help you.

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The roads are well paved and virtually flat! And the tidal beach has so fine sand and so compact that you can ride your bicycle in there (but still becomes tiring after few kms). Seeing the fast running crabs moving fast as you pas has no price 😀

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For the southern spots there is need of transport because the road is not paved, but mostly because of the lack of transport to hitchhike and long distances to walk. I guess there are no villages, or only few on that road. The road is not signaled at all. The coordinates of the entrance are:
1.173659 118.76805

I didn’t have the time to explore the waterfalls and cave, but I figure it would be close to impossible to find without a guide as there is no signaling… Something fun discovering 😉
This area is surrounded by sizeable mountains, 400m tall at least, so there is also a hike to be done!

There are at least 5 or 6 accommodations that I could see, stretched for few kms (hotels, losmen, guesthouses, homestays). I don’t know the prices as I planed to camp but was invited to a policeman house :). It shall be local price as the only tourism that I seen seems Indonesian (all the tourism in I’ve seen 3 days amounts to just one lone traveler, the 7 people group and 2 girls taking pictures). The info and signs are only in Indonesian, except for few “welcome”.

If still the accommodation is over budget you can hang your hammock in between 2 coconut trees, or if it rains, camp anywhere, or pick an empty or in construction house. Or just like me, law of solo travelers, let things happen and you might get hosted by a local 😀

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But not all is perfection in paradise, few things missing:

Hammocks! There are non, a beach paradise without hammocks is not complete, but that has easy solution (specially when I’m carrying one :D).

Backpackers community. That might seem like a good thing but there is plenty of room to be alone if you wish, so having someone interesting to talk with (backpackers usually are) would be a good distraction. Also backpackers means books! and books are the best company in this environment.

-There are not many activities. The most engaging that I did involve peeling one or two dozens of coconuts, teaching kids English, climbing sea trees, teaching kids how to swim, selecting and unloading landsat fruit from cargo ships, fishing with a hook and swimming with kids in between the cargo boats. Last but not least, hitchhiking a boat to Sulawesi (the reason I came here, more on that on the next post 🙂

Despite these, and being aware that they are not everyday activities for many, extra distractions by fellow travelers are welcomed, specially for long stays. That’s why I’m writing this, this place could easily be a backpacker paradise 😀

Internet. On the no distractions side, there is no internet connection trough 3G, although there might be some internet cafe, ask around but don’t expect high speed… I did get 1G in certain areas for a working instant message (text only) communication.

English . Don’t expect anybody to speak more than few words in English if at all 🙂

Trash collection. The trash on the floor is not widespread luckily, but you do spot it here and there.

Transport. As far as I’ aware there is nothing like a bus, and the road connecting here to Tanjung Redeb (the closest city) is not even in google maps (but it is on openstreetmaps for most of the track). It is quite bad for the first 100kms or so. I Hitchhiked here the 250kms in 6 or 7h. If you have your own transport this is an ideal destination. And it might be that there are some boats to Tarakan, but I’m not sure.

-No easy swimming at the afternoon. In the equinoxes the tide is maximum and minimum in the equator, specially in new moon.That means that for low tide (afternoon to evening) the water is hundreds of meters from the shore. It’s a nice walk with plenty of sea life (fish, running and burring crabs, sea stars), but the hard noon equatorial sun reflected on the white sand has no clemency. Still the morning and evening swims are amazing, and you can get yourself in one of the rivers for noon, or simply nap on a coconut tree shadow.

Known future. I don’t see risk of any big development threatening this parts, but nature might. I seen plenty of spots where is clear that storms are eating the coast, therefore some stones and concrete barriers are being build affecting the beauty but protecting the road and houses. I don’t know how fast the destruction is but at some point this is meant to look different.

All in all it’s so amazing that I could not stop greening for hours realizing how luckily I was to be there.

Diaris de borneo, dia 24, paradis al final de la pluja

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The more you Travel, the more you survive, the stronger you feel. But you can’t let that feeling get over you.

Plou, crec que des de que he arrivat a Borneo totes o quasi totes les nits a plogut.

M han convidat a quedar-me a la NGO Yoakob tan de temps com vulga. Em tempta la idea, tant que decidisc anar-me’n quan la pluja finalment para un poc. Kalimantan realmet atrapa.

Mr. W, el professor d’anglès/agricultor ha vingut mentre esperava que la pluja passara i m’ha dut una botella d’aigua, un desdejuni i pastes. Quan para la pluja em conduix 20km fins a una intersecció on comence l’autostop.

Estic provant un mètode nou per l’autoestop, al mateix temps que alce el polce, meneje amunt i avall l’altra ma. No sé  sí es casualitat però el 1r cotxe para. Una família. Uns 40km més en una carretera prou destruïda. Em paren i el 2n cotxe em para. És en Bayan que parla un poc d’anglès i per sort per a mi té la dona a 4h de camí. Cada cap de setmana fa el camí i hui m’ha arreplegat. Sort perquè de les 3h de camí restant 2h30min plou molt fort. És curiós conduir per una carretera prou mala, en molta pluja, i on les lianes poden xocar en el teu cotxe.

Bayan escolta reagee i ska (indonesi)! És de java però el pare fa 30anys que està ací i ell 20, perquè es guanya millor la vida. Pel que m’ha comentat altres Java, tot i ser mes poblada i desenvolupada, és més pobre. Deu ser que la redistribució de recursos és molt desigual, com a l’Europa del s.XIX i per tant hi ha emigració  a les “colonies” (les illes grans menys poblades).

Esperant en el taller un camió ple de restes de palmeres va en la mateixa direcció i m’arreplega, per deixar-me pocs kms endavant, plou un poc.

Camine prou fins que una moto m’agafa i em du 40km.
Després no passa ningú per prou fins que el 1r camió em du fins prop de Biduk-Biduk.

Paradís.

Cap cosa que diga podrà exagerar com de paradisiac aquest lloc és! Kilòmetres i kilòmetres de cocorers alineats davant d’una plaja enorme, blanca, d’aigües turqueses que en marea baixa l’aigua retrocedeix centenars de metres.
2 notes, hi ha arbres solitaris en meitat de la mar, centenars de metres endins, i les casetes i cocoters estàn a jardinets en gespa perfectament tallada per baques i cabres.

Un home i el seu net que els faig una foto em duen uns kms, i una camioneta feta pols però molt inspiradora em du fins un port natural en la desenvocadura d’un riu. Allà em diuen que no hi ha vaixells per  Sulawesi, però  que a un port a 20km hi ha.

A la 1a moto que passa em fa el favor, crec, de conduir-me els 20km fins on estàn els vaixells.

Allà  primer em diuen que no anirà a Sulawesi fins d’ací una setmana! Way too much!! després que en 3 dies un vaixell anirà, estem a dilluns, em diuen que el dimecres o dijous. Bé si és el dimecres puc esperar, després de tot anar a la següent ciutat em costara 3 dies com a mínim…

Em vaig fent un plà al meu cap. Done voltes pel camí  rodejat de cases i veig un parell de llocs on ouc pasar la nit. A més el 1r està a prop d’uns banys públics i llocs per menjar.

Quan torne al lloc per menjar per llegir o escriure un poc un home em crida que m’unisca a ells. Tenen un anglès bàsic, ell i el seu amic que són policies. Em pregunten el tipic i quan dic que dormiré al ras l’home em convida a sa casa. M’ho pense un poc i accepte.

A la seua comunitat familiar (no es pot dir casa, són 6 cases on viuen la majoria dels seus 10 germans i els pares, dabant de la preciosa plaja en arbres a la mar i cocoters ). Em conta que són de nord Sulawesi i que estàn ací fa molts anys.

El més interessant és que quan li dic que busque l’aventura, em comenta que ell va anar a Lagos en nigeria en una data que no entenc (pot ser fa poc o fa més de 30 anys). Va estar un any treballant com a operador de maquinària en una mina de carbó al centre de Nigèria! molt interessant.

A més l’home sap de l’indepenència de Catalunya i algunes paraules en Castellà (señorita :), quasi tots els equips de primera de la lliga de Fútbol espanyola, com també política internacional i les capitals de països de sud america i Àfrica ! Home il·lustrat.

Altres amics i/o família  estàn ací però cap parla anglès. Sopem peix i arròs (curiosament molta gent està preocupada per si puc menjar arròs o no) i dorc al rebedor.

Hui la nit és clara, cel estrel·lat.