Diaris de Papua, dia 11, the alley.

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Drying of Small fish to send to Germany

El 2n dia de recerca de vaixells comtinua per on l’havia deixat, amb els poblats sobre l’aigua i els seus estrets carrerons de fusta en la seua frenètica activitat de gent anant ací  iem allà, xiquets xugant, i transport de mercaderies (mini peixets secs que em diuen que envien a alemanya) em fan somiar móns estranys.

Construisc una imatge d’un món distópic en que tota la vida dicorre al voltant d’un carreró principal que és l’espai overt més gran que hi ha. Tot està amuntegat i no hi ha directa natural al carrer ja que les cases són altes i es toquen entren si..Però tot funciona bé, com.un rellotge, amb gent anant i venint, i Xiquets xugant i explorant.

Un cop he eixit de les barriades (cap sort amb els vaixells que trobe) a un moll hi ha un vaixell hotel per a submarinistes que va a comodo el.dia següent a la nit. Està buit així que demane si em podendur, cosa que molaria molt :D, canvie l’itinerari però aniria a Timor l’est.

Malauradament el capità es preocupa de la policia i diu que demane a la companyia que pose el meu nom a la llista de gent al vaixell.

La companya com és obvi vol que pague, 6milions (400€!), oh well no luck this time.

Travessae un port en decenes de ferris, Tots estan parats sense fer res, suuuper ineficient ús d’infraestructura.

Continue fins al port de carrega (3km més enllà) i desgraciadament no hi ha cap vaixell.

Torne cap a casa un tant desmoralitzat, no hi ha port de càrrega mitjana com a bitung, on vaig trobar L’alken. Bé demà intentaré altre cop.

Torne per les muntanyetes vora la mar, i quan forçat a baixar trabesse una senda empinada prou xula, on hi ha cases, un xiquet tot emocionat crida “Buleh Bule! isini!” Blanc, Blanc, ací! Supose que sóc el primer occidental que travessa allò.

Dine i mire els ferris, a una mala el dissabte hi ha 2 ferris que van cap a l’est.

A l’avinguda unes xiques adolescents papua em demanen de fer-se fotos. Em fan decenes! i una o dos m’abrassen i acaricien massa i volen un ves..Supose que així és com les grupies es comporten en els famosos. Jo somric, passe la tempesta i continue el camí.

És estrany com els humans és completen fàcilment fora del seu paper quan estàn altament exitats per un factor extern. Estria bé fer resonancies en eixes situacions per vore com el cervell s’altera.

Passe per davant  el super i compre fruita per al Ramón, m’ha estat alimentant els desdejunis des de que he arribat!

Ja carregant les bosses, un home s’oferís a dur-me sense jo dir res. Not bad, fa calor i em queden 3km fins a casa.

A casa el Ramón ha dut menjar del seu viatge de cap de setmana i anem a menjar-lo a ca un amic.

Poc més.

Diari de Raja Ampat, dia 3 touristland.

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Tinc un somni xulo, mig conscient, en que uns elefants venen a la caseta al costat de l’aigua on estic en una barqueta i em.diuen de pujar a un d’ells. Em trac el.mòbil diversos cops de la butxaca però sempre.està allà. “Bé  com és un somni”, pense, “no passa res”. Puge al coll d’un elefant i comence a busejar,volant per dins la mar. Després la mar es convertís en estrel·les que navegue a coll de l’elefant. Bonica forma de despretar-se.

Island cleaning, you can actually clean a whole island! if it’s small enough and there is people motivated  enough. La netegen perquè demà arriba un grup gran de gent (202 persones).

Les turistes han pagat una sesió de buseig (600.000 r, 40€ per cap) i jo aprofite per unir-me a la barqueta i busejar en unes ulleres cutres de nadar (sense goma) que hi havia a la cuina.
Tot i això aconseguisc nadar sobre unes 5 mantes (uns metres per damunt) i vore uns corals xulos i peixos. Però el 90% dels corals estàn morts o morint…

En les turistes parle de diners. La CS Guita els ha demanat a elles 200.000r per fer funcionar el generador ja que no hi ha electricitat a l’illa, i 100.000r per dia de menjar, a mi no m’ha demant res. Tota la situació pareix estranya i crea tensió entre jo i les turistes (bé sobretot la suïssa) i jo i Guita, els CS amfitrions  suposadament no han de demanar diners. Anyway Welcome to touristland!

La resta de la vesprada la passem pintant les ungles als xiquets i fent fotos.

Unes mantes apareixen prop de l’illa i prop de la superfície. Nade a vore i 2 mantes em pasen tocant, prou xulo. Naden entre muntons de fem i minimeduses que piquen molt però  la meua pell aguanta.

Un altre occidental que nadava en samarreta no té  tanta sort i la seua pell s’inflama tota. El xic fa 6 mesos que està a l’illa i dóna classes d’anglès a l’Escola. Diu que és el.primet cop que veu tantes mantes prop de l’illa i nadant entre fem.

Posta de sol, jugar en xiquets que rodolen un dipòsit d’aigua de 5000 litres. Per a una illa que ha perdut la seua font d’aigua dolça subterrània per el turiame i ara només (estúpidament) veuen aigua mineral importada. No gastar un dipòsit gran per a l’aigua de pluja és  ridícul, bé  “només” fa 3 anys que no poden gastar l’aogua subterrània, així  que encara no deuen estar acostumats…

A la nit arriva Andreas, un altre CS de la Guita. És Austríac però no li agrada la seua feina de hardcore programing. Com guanya molts diners, pot programar in siga del món i ha de gaudir la vida d’alguna manera, doncs viu viatjant, majoritàriament per SE-Asia i Oceania  (li encanta bussejar).

Amb ell ve un peix enorme que pareix una tinyina però no ho és, no tasta be quan el tallen. Cuinat haura de ser bo.

Estem desperts fins les 12 ajudant a la Guita a preparar menjar per a demà. Trirura el.peix i fa una pasta.en farina, cebes, alls i llima!, la posem entre fulles de palmera i es rostirà. Està bo.

Dormir, altre dia sense electricitat. Mig  carregue el mòbil en la bateria de l’ordinador.

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Second hand explorers. People who goes to places really remote but that are not remote enough that nobody got there before. I think that’s what i’ve become and i don’t like this tourist island.

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 9 Final, Gag, Pam islands

Bescanvia el confort i comoditat del conegut pet la dificulat i perills del incert. Un cop fet guanyes un sentiment exitant i intranquilitzador,molt valuós i digne d’experimentar sempre que es puga 😀

M’han trobat el plubisquer, el membre de la tripulació que es sènior però  no se que fa (pot ser meànic del motor) l’havia agafat i el guardava a la cabina.

Parem prop de les 6 del matí a Gag, bonica illa, una muntanya en mig de la mar. El poble musulmà està a l’única explanada que hi ha, entre mar i muntanya.

El poble també és  bonic, no hiha ha papuans. La messquita té  bones fotos. Escola infantil i primària.

Carreguen cocos secs a la nau. L’única  industria a part del peix, supose.

Vaig al vaixell i prepare tot per desembarcar definitivament. És  Raja Ampat, un lloc que se suposa dels més  bonics del món  i en la millor diversitat marina del planeta. Be ja que estic pare, tot i que no està  en els meus plans la natura he contactat en una d’allà (Guita) que du un projecte de conservació.

Vaig acomiadant-me de tots i al final puge als pals de la 2a grua. Dine i a la illa.

La mar un cop allà  és  molt bonica i demane les ulleres altre cop.

I‘m swimming in a fucking aquarium! with yellow paradise flowers floating on top. The water is not completely salty.

Faig fotos amb tota la tripulació abans que zarpen.

Em diuen que demà un amic d’un de la tripulació que es queda a la illa també anirà a arborek, l’illa de la Guita,  a 30km.

M’entrestant a l’illa on estic és un lloc en que cada una de les fotos pot ser una postal… Està plé de xiquets papuans mig rossos i despullats, a la mar, fotos increïbles!

Una illa sense cap moto! 400 habitants  (només té 1km però  la gent sol ser molt gossa :P, així  que pot ser gastarien motos també…)

El bo de tindre un caracter de xiquet és que et donen regals com als xiquets :), estar ací tan ben rebut és un regal!

Quanta creu a l’illa, és com si hi haguera una invasió de vampirs i els volgueren espantar… Vampirs en el paradís. Faria  això una novel·la per a adolescents? segur que sí 😛

Caminant per l’illa em trobe que al moll algu de fora està fent una activitat per ald locals. Quan pale amb ells em  conten que són  d’una ONG Conservation  Intetnational (americana) i que es dediquen a ensenyar als locals de Raja ampat a protegir el medi ambient. Per a fer-lis entendre elnç missatge ho connecten tor amb seu i Jesus li diuen Eko-theologi … Estrany, però si funciona be per ells.

Fa 12 anys que eatan a Sorong, la ciutat més gran de la zona.

Hi ha temps per pescar, temps per nadar  i temps per pescar altre cop, el ritme de la illa 🙂

Hi ha una part perversa en mi que li encanta fer plorar als xiquets que s’asusten i ploren al vore’m, supose que hi ha poquisims blancs per ací 😛

Done la volta a la illa de postal, posta de sol esplèndida, i em conviden a sopar un menjar bonisim que curiosament no té peix. Tot i que veig com cuinen el peix, siplement el tiren en mig del foc :D.

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La nit és tan clara i no hi ha gens de contaminació lumínica que desidisc dormir al moll de fusta 🙂

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En la nostra societat estem obsesionats en neteja, orgànic, contaminació, ordre, pulctiut. Supose que es deu al fet de sorgir d’una soscietat en que la escala dels mètodes de producció industrial, i de contaminació i brutícia és tan gran que ha d’esdevindre una preocupació. En canvi en societats de producció limitada no és  una cosa que bé  en.ment ja que mai no s’arriba als límits de sostenibilitat. Bàsicament nosaltres hem arrivat en molts casos a eixos límits i els hem empentat immensament. Tot depèn de les escales i llindars.

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.

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

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.

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.