Diari de Raja Ampat, dia 2 Back to the Tourism!

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M’alce pel matí al dur i fret moll i el despertar em somriu en fotos genials dels ciquets pescant en l’albada.

Acabe de donar la volta a la illa.

Allà a les 9 en Marte, pagat per l’home de les ceves de Alken prima, em du fins a Pianemo, una llarga illa en que no hi viu ningú però és boinca per als turistes.

Gita, la meua CS m’ha dit que van allà. Descobrisc que és millor que m’arrepleguen allà ja que només  està  a 10km, en comptes dels 30km d’arboek. Finalment he entès que no compartisc viatge amb un amic, sinó  que un amic em du i paguen els locals… així que millor fer-ho barat.

El vaixellet em du a través de vistes a tots els colors del turquesa i esmerlda.

A l’illa de pianemo trobe a la Getta i 2 turistes que estàn amb ella, una suisa i una Israeliana (que té passaport de Brasil, per tant pot viatjar a Indonèsia, els Israelians no poden anar a Indonèsia).

Visitem una perdra en la mar, una illa que serà  igual d’alta que de llarga. Amb una bonica platja. Foto.

Pitnic en península blanca d’arena.

Balenes, nade entre elles però estàn massa lluny per vore-les bé. Totni això fotos xules.

Homestay en illa privada, meduses del revés en mig de fang poblat per manglars de documenal.

Arborek és una illa plana de 600m, plena de cases, en mig de barreres de corall. M’han dit que és  la illa havitada més xicoteta del món. Pot ser.

Xiquets dutxant-se baix la tempesta. Nadant, “jelly fish, jelly fish” pica però és tolerable.

conservació :
la Githa va ser contactada per un lloc de voluntariat-turisme per buscar-los una base a raja ampat
ella és Coordinadora social, i estava a Jacarta ja fent recerca i esctivint sore raja ampat abans de que la cotactaren.

Quan feia d’escout i va teobar aquesta illa, arborek, va decidir instal·lar-s’hi, i va ajudar als de volun-turisme, però després d’un temps van separar-se encara no se perquè.

els de volun-turisme són britànics.

Camine al voltant de la illa, una el·lipse d’uns 500m de diàmetre, per Pi dóna uns 2km, el que obtinc amb el GPS.

Trobe volun-turistes, hamaques, 7 hotelets, panells solars i instal·lacions hidroponiques! L’atmosfera de l’illa és totalment diferent de Pam. Més regulat tot i xiquets vestits i otganitzats.

Boat Hitchhike Sulawesi to Maluku to Papua, 8 Days in Alken Prima

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Here I’ll  summarise my experiences of the 9 last days of my life hitchhiking  of a cargo ship crossing the dream seas of the north east of the Indonesian archipelago :D. For reference to anybody wants the info to have an amazing unique experience.

The hitchhiking itself was really easy (and lucky) one in Bitung multiple harbours. Unlike previous ports here all the harbours are open to the public. The only restriction that i found was in the big cargo container where they didn’t allow me to take pictures. Although apparently i was allowed to walk around,  the security guy was not enthusiastic…

I started with the generic cargo harbour and the third boat I asked, Alken Prima, told me that they where going to Maluku on that night (10pm) and that they had no problem in getting me in. Jackpot!

Just in case I asked ALL the harbours in Bitung. I got a couple more that told me that where going in 2, 3 days, and probably could take me, and a small one, of the likes of my first boat hitch, was going next day. But they where unsure if I would be allowed by the police. I guess with a bit of patience and trying I would have gotten into one of these, so my advice is that Bitung is a great spot to hitchhike boats!

On the Alken Prima easy ride. As I later discovered the boat is a cargo ship that circles from Bitung in North Maluku, to Sorong, in west Papua, doing a more or less scheduled 2-3-4 weeks route. The ends I guess are fixed but it changes slightly in each iteration, as I saw in their nautical charts the old itineraries.

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So if you happen to hit on Alken they can bring you all the way on direction or the other, it took me 9 days to cross from Bitung to Sorong :D, you can wait for it!

The first thing I discovered is that it is not a normal cargo ship, but one that also carries people that go to really remote small islands. That probably explains why it was so easy to carry me.

When I went at night they had build a tent over the deck where all the passengers would stay. Well  I was not passenger and I went to the commanding cabin to take pictures of the departure. Then I slept on the open section of the deck, the stars where amazing in the moonless night. Big Milkyway crossing the celestial cover.

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I was concerned that they might think I’m  another passenger, some crew  asked me where I was going to sell me the ticket. But I said “numpang” and that was the end of it, nobody ever asked me for money in the  following days.

I can positively say that they where happy to have me there, I don’t  know to which point because of the exotism of the “orang buleh” (white man) or because my child like behavior made them happy.

On the fist cargo unloading  occasion (anchored in a bay, far from land), I jumped to the sea, joined some locals ashore, ate coconuts, went back swimming, boarded the ship by climbing the crane net, helped load and unload the rice and cement (“semen”) into the small boats that took the cargo, and swam again. That seemed to amaze the crew and locals quite a bit 🙂

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Anyway play your  cards and see how the game goes.

I never asked for food, but this being Indonesia they kept insisting in feeding me. It was simple fish and rice but nutritious and I was always thankful of being feed. Still when we could land I usually ate there or bought supplies. I also shared what little snacks I had.

My plan was to work helping load and unload cargo to help the crew, but soon I realized that non of the crew roles involved loading cargo, that was left for the people at the harbours to do. So after they telling me that I shall not help and since I’m  not helping them, then I never did a long term work helping on the cargo. Only small jobs when going or coming back from my excursions, allowed because of being free from the cargo work that I self imposed 😛

Anyway I did help peeling hundreds of mini onions and garlic, from what i gained the use of a motorbike for me in one of the stops 😀

One of the things that set me apart from other passengers was sleeping. I slept for the first days on the floor of the commanding cabin.

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Unfortunately that involved sleeping next to the speakers during European Champions league, which in Asia is transmitted live at 4am…

Finally I moved with my hammock on top of the cargo next to the passengers. Although not always there where passengers, sometimes the deck was empty.

One nice thing if life on board is that you have everything that you  need, that involves also a bucket shower and a place to wash your clothes and dry them, quite convenient 😀

For me one of the most enjoyable experiences on board is simply living the cargo flow. It’s logistics in front of your nose! Seeing cargo being loaded, transported, and unloaded 3 islands away… Imagining the way that ware had to do to get there, how and when it was made, the way it will go, it’s use, and the links of people that are needed to get it to do what it has to do where it has to be, well it amazes me!

That amazement was for beng onboard and landing, but obviously one of the best opportunities is island jumping! To be so fortunate to land on remote, out of the path, islands and villages, well that is a priceless experience.

Seeing how people can  live in 1km long islands, how the culture and societies change stop to stop. Stopping in a 200 meter deserted islands, in stray cat islands, stray dog islands, talking about cannibals and seeing their weapons, the mixture of curly haired, blond Papuans and smooth haired dark Indonesians, with their own huge range of diversity …

Then the camaraderie of the crew, the atmosphere of feeling welcomed and happy to see you that is common in Indonesia, gets a boost if you add the feeling of being part of a  crew.

Playing games, helping on small task that you can, eating with them, swimming, discussing the nautical charts, talking about everyday life. Wondering why there is a chicken tied to a hole under the commanding cabin…

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Finally the sea life. Sea, waves, the scenery and islands coming and going, dolphins, whales, sunrises, sunsets, stars, milkyway…

All in all, if you have the time try to hitchhike a boat! even if you are not successful just wandering on the harbours and sea front is a photography wander! Boats, old and rusty and shipwrecks, to new and shiny. From small and colorful to huge and black and white. Frenetic activity or ghost harbour. Colours, goods, cranes, cables, fish, water, sea… On addition on many cases feeling that you shall not be there yet you are (until they detain you :). Finally the odd chance of being accepted in one of that monsters, and the adventures that await!

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Diari de Bitacora, Alken Prima 4, Joji island

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Mangroves and beach in diminute Joji island.

Dia lent en que actualitze els diaris fins que arrivem a la mini illa de Joji, 500m en front del poble de Besui.

Veig molts dofins jugant en les ones creades pel vaixell! fotos xules.

La ridicula illa de Joji serveix de moll d’aigua profunda per a la, també xicoteta, població de Bisui, al sud de Halamehra. Que tinga profunditat insiga en front s’un poble sense coneecció per carretera explica que hi parem. El passatge desembarca i jo inicie l’exploració del xicotet troç de terra, aproximadament circular, i d’uns 200m de diametre.

M’endinse en la espessa selva. Sóc super feliç de ser-hi allà, de tindre la possibilitat d’arribar a aquest inesperat unlikely lloc, com si fos una cosa que hagera de fer des de que era nano.

Continue baix la vegetació  fins que trobe un bosquet de manglars on lacals estan omplint sacs d’arena coralina. Els ajude a transportar a les barquetes insecte i a posar les barquetes a l’aigua.

Allà faig la circumferència a la duminuta illa, deu prendre uns 10-20min, ple de pardals, pexos que caminen sobre l’aigua, corals rojos, restes de 2 vaixells trencats, i vistes magnífiques. No cocoters però.

Em sente a la mar i uns mini crustacis començen a menjar als talls que tinc als peus. Fan molt de mal quan se’t mengen la carn viva i no faig bones fotos del procès. Txs, massa sang i dolor per concentrar-se.

Nade i vaig al vaixell, passem la nit allà.

Noha, de la tripulació, que aarla anglès em diu que em parec a Jesús per 6é cop, m’hauria d’afaitar 😛

Nade i torne al vaixell. Sopar i dormir.

Diari de bitacora, Alken Prima 1, Mayu cargo

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Bodega del alken prima

Em desperte un cop del dolç, si bé curt, son a coberta, per a ser saludat per l’ungla de lluna.

Torne a dormir.

Em desperta la gent parlant. El sol s’alçarà en minuts i jo m’alçe per esperar-lo, no gran eixida de sól però gran despertar.

Hi ha una illeta a l’horitzó (palau tifore) a la qual s’acostem lentament.

Ahir vaig parlar amb un mariner que va la que anirem després, Mayu, però que ha estat treballant a les palmes per 2 anys, amb una companyia japonesa. Ara té 3 mesos de vacances després de treballar 6. Va en els fills a visitar l’illa de la dona.

Sí allunyar-se d’un port és inspirador, acostar-se a un mini poblet en una cala en l’illa de cocoters no té descripció suficientment al nivell, és com endinsar-se en terreny alié en una desproporcionada nau.

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Curiós com serien els primers encontres en altres pobles quan els vaixells d’exploració probablement serien la cosa més tecnològica i maquinària més gran sobre la superfície del planeta.

Estar sentat a la cavina de pilotatge, davant d’aquetos vells i gastats mapes nautics, em fa sentir la persona més afortunada del món.

Com definises una illa? em fa reflexionar com en les definicions de coses complexes són sempre difícils d’encavir tots els casos, arrivant a l’exemple de no.poder dir un nombre exacte d’illes al món. Això es pot aplicar a tot però ho compare amb les definicions de planeta i lluna al sistema solar.

I’m stupid, really stupid, but wise enough to know how stupid i am.
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Bé, joy time. El vaixell para a la 2a illa, aquest cop si que hi ha acció. Ancora a una badia oberta prop d’un xicotet moll. Barquetes de la costa venen i produeixen un frenètic intercanvi de persones i mercaderies

Em diuen que estarà 2h, un cop passat el i frenetic primer intercanvi,  doncs, inquiet em tire a l’aigua 😀

Nade al voltant de la nau i quan m’estic dirigint a la costa senc que el motor es posa en martxa.

Com no, preocupat (passaport i tot) torne. Però només és el motor de la grua. En això em diuen que puge a una barqueta i un cop a dalt em conviden a  la costa, em deixen un poc llunt però res insalvable.

Un que parla anglès em diu de menjar cocos. El seu germà agilment escala un cocoter dels més  alts (10-20m?) i despren una munió de cocos.

Els arrepleguem.
mètodes d’obrir cocos:
Al viatge n’he vist de molts i molt diversos mètodes, i jo inclús he practicat algún. Però el més bàsic de tots havia escapat la meua caça fins ars. Estavellar-los contra roques, funciona! com a mínim en els verds, com ja vaig aprendre a Vietnam (on vaig inventar i aprendre el mètode d’obrir-los amb una lança).

Menje i vec uns quants. Realment els que són tendres te’ls pots menjar simplement amb un fragment de pell o cascara,  aquestos són realment bons.

Fotos, ells se’n van i jo torne nadant al vaixell preocupat de que no se’n vaja. Però ara l’activitat ha passat de la coverta a la bodega mentre estava absent.

M’aproxime a una barqueta i veig que la grua està descarrgant. Ajude amb les caixes i qua  han acabat m’enfile a la xarxa que les ha porat i la grua em puja, i després baixa, a la bodega.

Ja a la bodrga ajude a carregar tot el que porta el nom Handi. Utilitze la grua ascençor uns quants cops més, plaer absolut. Als locals els fa gràcia que jo treballe, i miren.

El següent  és cement, sacs de cement (anomenat semen, easy). Això és menys satisfactori que farina, arròs i caixes per l’Handi.

Però m’hi pose igualment. M’ajuden a carregar-los a l’eaquena, cosa que fa que la polç de cement, en suor i aigua de mar no siga super agradable, crema, però bé, vaig.

Carrege 3 tandes i descanse 1, (el pitjor és la polç de cement flotant a l’aire, hauré de gastar la mascareta sí ajude més). Aleshores crec que ja han acavat i em banye i dutxe, però quan acabe descobrisc que ha aparegut altre vaixellet.

Aquest cop no faig res. Total falta només una carrega, acaben i a les 2 (2h 15min de trànsit) llevem ancora en un llarg, lent i tediós procès i fem via.

No m’he pogut acomiadar del mariner de les palmes que parlava castellà.

La resta del dia transcorre tranquil, faig una migdiada i decidisc anar amb ells fins a Papua. Certament seguís les regles i lleis. Només m’he de preocupar de les lleis inmigració, tinc 19dies per extendre la visa o pirar-me.

De cara a la nit he vist balenes, umba lumbak. A la serem a les illes de les especies! però serà massa tart per apeciar-ho hui, tot i que aguante despert per vore l’enteada a port.

.Dorc a la cavina de comandament. La coberta està banyada.

Pure unparalleled beauty doesn’t need excuses

Sulawesi 26-29, 1, 2, 3 Tolitoli, Treasures Paradise

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More, much more!

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I live on the assumption that the world’s is never boring. If I find it boring is that I’m doing something wrong..

Toli-toli. If Biduk-Biduk (about 100km away across the sea) was a hidden paradise, Toli-Toli is a treasure paradise.

How to start writing down my experiences there in a way that would simply make a bit of justice of what it really is?

Well all starts with contacting the CouchSurfing community of Toli-Toli. It’s still small but the amazing multi employed starter of it (tourist official, university teacher and photographer and something else!) Hendra, together with my host, Alvin,  and his friends and family, offered me one incredible and unimaginable experience.

I’ll go with a intense summary to give a taste, but there is more, much more!
1- One.

  • Sunrise sea market.
Sunrise market.
Sunrise sea market.
  • Royal house.
Royal house.
Royal house.
  • Mythology, with the story of how 3 founders of Toli-Toli transformed on the 3 main tree crops.
  • Visit to the local university full of young energetic students 😀

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  • Street deer.
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  • Coconuts harvest and eating.

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  • Fast river channel swimming.
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  • Village at night.

2- Two.

  • Village school visit

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  • Small boat trip.

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  • Navigating through mangroves.
  • Hanging bridge to a postcard village.

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  • Colourful bridge.

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  • Snorkelling through coral fish nurseries.

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  • Realizing how noisy some fish are. Exploring shipwrecks.
  • Rest.

3- Three.

  • Holding piton snakes.

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  • Local smith knife and swords shop!

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  • Boarding 2nd fishing small boat to diminute islands

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  • Diving to another coral reef.
  • Hunting moontail fish.
  • Dancing with a fish for 15 min.

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  • Amazing dinner where you pick strange fish to eat, from the day catch.

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Interview with the head of a village to see the Malu bird (a small penguin like) that’s supposed to be their ancestors and that buries on the sand 1m deep, eggs that are half the size of their body.

4- More much more.

  • Early rising to a red sunrise.
  • Interview with the only guard of the endemic maleo birds, who gets paid only 1milion rupies (150€) a month for his salary and all the expenses of the park.

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  • Beach.
  • Boat ride with all the colours of blue.

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  • Beach walking with the white waves breaking the shore.

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  • Crossing the beach forest, with sea sound on the background, giant spiders!

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  • Maleo bird burring its eggs.
  • Lizard unburring them.
  • Humans unburring them.

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  • Blue ride back.

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  • All this marvellous world. All the wonderful people.

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Continues on:
21st century explorers, 21st century way openers.

Crossing Towuti and Matano lakes from Kendari to Bateleme, Southeast – south – central Sulawesi, Indonesia

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Again it’s an Adventure that it was on my plans doing but I got to unfortunate misinformation with my hitchhikes and unreliable maps. Fortunately I got to the point in which I can recommend it and fill some of the information holes I had.

Still it’s not gonna be easy and it would be better if you have your own cross country motorbike.

Starting from Kendari the best is to ask to go to Wanggudu (a small empty administrative town).
From there to Padalere to take the motorbike road to Tocalimbo (or simply  Limbo). It shall be about 100km of crappie road so plan to stay overnight on the road if you started from Kendari or spend the whole day doing it.
That at leas for now will allow you to avoid 5km of hyper muddy mountain road on the provincial road. I did it and the trucks backfell.

There is not gonna be much hitchhikes as the area is mostly deserted, but that shall not put off daring adventurers 😀 (I palmed to do it and by far I’m not the craziest out there).

Then when you get to Limbo (so cool to say that, specially now that the church says it doesn’t exist :D) on the shores of Danau Towuti. There I thought it was the problem, where to go next! However through my alternative way I discovered where to continued from Limbo 🙂

There are few boats and a personality flouting wooden ferry on the morning-noon that go from Limbo (on the southeast shore) to Kampung Baru (on the north west shore) and the other way around, so crossing the biggest lake in Indonesia with magnificent views 😀

Then from there to  Soroako (try the street food on Soroako!) and crossing Danau Matano to Nuha (or Nua) is a easy feat, that’s  the one I did in reverse. There are small 4 legged stable boats that continuously do the 20min crossing for 25.000r, they can also cross your moto (I saw one impossibly carrying 3 motos and many passengers :P).

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From the small 8 houses settlement of Nuha to Bateleme, there are no towns, so the hitchhike is difficult. I had to walk for 1h on the mid day equatorial sun :P. The first half of the road, until crossing the province border, it’s quite potholed but easily doable, after its good road, shadowy by rubber trees close to the end.

On addition there is a road from Nuha  to Malili, around the lake, but considering that the Alpha male took the wheel of my ride at that point, but was instead copiloting until in the potholed road, then I assume the road is terrible from there on and you need experience. The beginning did look terrible.

I would say the crossing takes at least 2 days depending on the boats that you find to cross Towuti, but count on 3 days to be sure.

As always count on people super happy to see you, many pictures taken of you, remoteness, untouched scenery, cristal lakes, striking views and unknowns 😀

Good luck and Adventure!

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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diaris de Borneo, dia 22, no massa

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No massa en el día , decisions i falta d’informació em podrien haver dut a altre costat.

He de crear més regles, sobretot algunes que em permeten decidir en poc de temps i en llacunes d’informació considerables.

Nota l’autostop marítim s’està tancant, un vaixellet de càrrega necessita papers per a que jo hi puga accedir! La part positiva és que sí tinguera els papers m’agafarien. Tot i així la mar s’està tancant.

He creuat a Indonèsia, en un car ferri (25€, 3h) i m’ha hospedat un CS poc interactiu. De tawau a l’illa de Tarakan. El sopar estava bonisim però!