Papua Diaries, 31, Papua free movement demonstration, 8th detention

Oh well Let’s extend 2rd law of solo travelling to not go to demonstrations full of military escort. Well anything that military in some kind of operation. They military/police are rather susceptible and unwise.

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Wake up early and I go towards where my hitch yesterday told me a Papua free demonstration would take place, from the University to the center of the city, it shall be a 20km long march.

I walk to the place, it is full of police and military. I approach a roundabout and next to someone who I think is a reporter I try to take picture of the people gathered there,  but that guy grabs me, another others joins. They tell me that they are police, however the police standing few meters away, by the road does not move an inch.

At the end some of the military and police moves towards us, I thought they would deal with things, instead they grab me and force me to the police station. I get free of they grasp but I walk along them not to get into trouble. Probably the guy who whas taking pictures and first graved me was a plain clothes police.

On the way to the office innumerable other policemen take pictures of me. I smile :), later I will learn that they do so in order to sell them to the press…

What follows at the police office is the usual Indonesian interrogatory, be asked the same questions again and again by 15 different people in the room, is like they don’t hear what I already said. Odd, and starts to be frustrating after 2h. Also they take many pictures of the content of my pockets, over and over, and write several reports in parallel with their smartphone and by hand. Extremely efficient it seems…

The demonstration is organized by a student movement and the police tells me that reporters are not allowed by law. On addition they tell me that they will broke it down in few hours. It’s supposed to be a long march for freedom, from Abepura, where the university is, to Jayapura center, where the local government is.

The Papua Free movement commando that I met previously told me that despite the government is apparently officially allowing free press in papua, that’s not the case on the the grownd. I would dare to say that the old military elite from the military/police forces remaining from the dictatorship is still nervous about here. I’ll be confirm about that by the interrogation police guy next day.

Well it’s easy to understand. Almost everyone I met lost a close familiar and/or friend by their hands, if what the locals told me is true. Families being big it might explain why so many seem affected, but it still describes a brutal repression and murders and rapes well into the 21 century.

 

Anyway the police is deeply suspicious and is detaining me yet again (for few hours). It does not help that one guy is trying to see all my pictures, where the Papua free movement ones are. Luckily they are buried along thousands of others, but I must already  remove them from my camera. I’m a bit too careless.

My host is called (this time I learned from my last detention and I give his details), when he comes I’m bailed out. Coincidentally he works on the bank that is just in front of where the march that has not been allowed to progress is. Now is just a stand off that takes all day. I therefore can go to the upper floors of the bank and I can watch the demonstration without the police detaining me, good enough, but I would love to mingle there! ugggh, i so much would like to mingle in there and take amazing pictures. My consolation is that i can see it from above.

Quite cool, many people with painted faces wearing the west papua flag  and (un)dressed in the traditional way of Wamina (the highlands) with the kotekas, penis covers.

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The demonstration is small anyway, few thousands at best. Yeah not letting it progress only shows the nervousness of the establishment.

In fact, has any pacific demonstration ever changed something? usually is the crack down of those which start change, but the ones that come to my mind that have been pacific and allowed to progress, have done nothing, even if they where massive. Only when you start repression you are endangering yourself. I guess usually power is inherently self preserving stupid. That’s why it has changed hands so many times.

 

The clever one is self preserving but doesn’t change hands so often.

 

On last note, the police for some reason leaked my details to the press: name, university and what not. That’s how that picture at the beginning of the post happened to be and now is linked with my name, forever or as long google does it 😦

So worried all my life of my details going to the web without my complete supervision and masking and now I’m all over the press. It was translated to english, then catalan, spanish… my PhD supervisor and friends piked it at home. Great…

http://papuanews.id/2016/06/15/polisi-amankan-wna-ditengah-demo-knpb/

Spanish tourist arrested at demonstration in West Papua

http://www.vilaweb.cat/noticies/detenen-un-catala-en-una-manifestacio-a-favor-de-la-independencia-de-papua-occidental/

Btw the reports of my detention have been greatly exaggerated (paraphrasing Twain). Is not a “detention” per se and the headlines saying that thousands others where detained was a complete exaggeration, non was detained, only they where not allowed to advance on the long march, so it became a stand off demonstration.

Anyway as always and as everywhere press does its job in its own way, it has not changed in hundreds of years and I lived through the facts. I shall be happy to experience how the world really works, I don’t feel happy…

Diari de Sulawesi, dia 9, 2nd law of solo taveler

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Second law of solo traveler: Tourism is only fully enjoyed if done with company. Lone tourism feels artificial, out of place and cold.

Si ahir em paregué turistic, hui he entrat a un parc temàtic! És  el que tenen els busos supose.

M’unisc amb tots els estudiants cristians en una excursió per 3 atraccions turístiques de la zona i un dinar baix de les cases típiques.

Els morts estàn vius mentre qui els recorda està viu. Res nou ací ja que per exemple el més enllà romà era aixi, o Bender en el seu “me recordareis” al món egipsi :). Per tant tota la construcció de monuments i grans tombes a les carreteres que van a les ciutats.
El curiós és  que els romans deixaren això amb el cristianisme, mentre que ací creuen en el cel però continuen a fer grans tombes i monuments i ninots que representen l’efige del mort.

Bé en aquest punt hauria de descriure açò, però és tan impressionant i ple de detalls que escapa cap descripció breu.
Decenes de milers de cases tradicionals amb sostres en forma de barca, altament decorades escampades per tot.

Són o be tombes, o graners d’arròs (que representen la dona) o cases comunals de reunió (que representen l’home) unes en front d’altres. També algunes cases modernes tenen el sostre acabat en l’estil tradicional. Tot açò en mig de camps d’arroç abancalats, tallats per pacifics caminets, connectant poblets en més i més cases d’arquitectura  toraja. En valls en muntanyetes plenes encara de verds boscos.

Si aquesta descripció d’abstracció  alpina no és sugicient, cal afegir tots els vincles a la mort.

Des dels funerals en decenes de sacrificis animals i subhasta de la carn. Passant per tombes tallades a les penyes. Taüts podrits mostrant els cadavers a les coves. Galeries amb cadavers. Caixes plenes d’osos penjant damunt el teu cap. Oferiments de monedes i cigars a cadaveres. Tombes en forma d’ou gegant. I finalment conjunts megalítics impressionants, amb descenes de roques tallades de més  de 5 metres, que encara s’utilitzen i amplien hui en dia!!

Tot ésser humà simplement hauria de visitar açò en algún moment…  És així d’impressionant.

A sí,  i un jesus gegant dalt una muntanya a lo SaoPaulo, sols que aquest pareix un mag llançant un encanteri 😛 li falta el gorro puntiagut.

Segona llei del viatger solitari. Turisme només es gaudis plenament si fet amb companyia. Si en solitari tot pareix molt artificial, fora de lloc i fred.

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M’han dit la cosa més  bonica en el viatge fins ara. Que aporte esperança, optimisme, bones sensacions, somriures i wonder. Coses aixi t’alegren la vida i motiven 🙂

També m’unflen a preguntes de tots tipus canviant de temàtica tot el temps, per tant prou confús però divertit. De quan costa el meu rellotge a que pense dels drets dels homosexual (ací li diuen LGBT).

Vaig a dormir tart al terra entre mig de tots els altres. Mola 🙂

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 23, solo traveler law

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Empirical law, developed after many events.
Law of solo travel: Let things happen! (but not for a long time in the same place, a traveller gotta travel)

Autostop a Kalimantan altre cop, un es pot tornar addicte a açò!

Després d’agafar l’speedboat a desgana (8€ més) ja que m’asseguren que no hi ha transport a Tarakan fins Sulawesi, desidisc continuar el meu camí cap al sud on el couchsurfer m’ha dit que en el punt més proper de Borneo a Sulawesi hauria de ser prou més fàcil creuar. El lloc és Biduk-Biduk, a recordar.

Si tot va bé hauria d’arribar hui allà, però promte Recorde com Kalimantan t’atrapa.

El vaixell em deixa en meitat del no res, on per tant està INFESTAT de taxistes pesats típics del SE asiàtic. Per consol són pesats en tots, no només jo. En tot cas em toca caminar prou fins que fugisc de la seua influència.

Un home m’agafa en la moto i insistis en trobar a algú que li traduisca a l’anglès per entendre que vuic, fins al punt que em du a un hotel on treballa un amic seu i em tradueix. Em conviden al 1r dinar del dia. Fotos i els demane si em poden deixar en la carretera principal per continuar l’autostop.

Em deixa a la intersecció on André em replega en moto i em du fins la seua entusiasta família que criden molt com si haguera arribat algú de Hollywood. Mooltes fotos i 2n dinar del dia.

Altra intersecció i m’agafa un camió conduït pel Mikel, a la foto, en música canyera que em deixa en meitat del no res.

El 1r cotxe que passa és d’en Sudit, en qui tinc el 3r dinar del dia.
Sudit, que no parla anglès, em vol solucionar la continuació del viatge, cosa que irònicament farà que no conrinue.

Em presenta al seu treballador, Ian, que també em vol ajudar però que en comptes de de deixar-me a la carretera em du a casa d’un que és de Biduk-Biduk (on vuic anar) i allí perc 2h en que intenten aclarir que vuic i sí ells poden buscar-me transport.

Em busquen també un amic que parla anglès i ell fa més averiguacions sense èxit. Cap a les 5 i poc és evident que no em poden ajudar i em diuen si em vuic quedar allà o continuar. Difícil decició, però seguint la regla 1 desidisc continuar tot i que queden 50min fins a la posta de sol.

Em comencen a conduir i quan és evident que no pararan a temps que puga agafar altre transport faig marxa arrere i dic que res, que passe la nit amb ells.

Em conviden a sopar un cranc bonisim. Després el que parla anglès em du a sa casa. És mestre d’anglès però treballa d’agricultor tradicional, venent-ho al mercat a les 4 del matí. Li dic si em puc afegir al mercat i diu que no problema. Però a l’arribar a casa de son germà diu que no és apropiat que dorma allà i m’envia a una NGO que es diu yakob.org

LA ONG ha estat una magnífica troballa. Bàsicament es dediquen a formar a les comunitats rurals de com tindre un desenvolupament sostenible. Ho fan a través de les escoles i de la xarxa de mestres joves que el govern envia a zones remotes per guanyar experiència nomes graduats (és un concepte molt xulo per educar els educadors, tot i tindre el contrapunt de que l’educació es dirigida des del centre i no per la comunitat local com és el model que m’agrada). Les comunitats remotes no tenen ni accés a mòbil.

Em confirmen el que m’havien dit abans, que les ONG no són benvigudes per les comunitats locals i que només
volen els diners fàcils, per tant
han de fer molta feina de conscienciació.

La tècnica que utilitzen per aproximar-se és, com els fundadors tenen mol bon nivell d’Anglès, donen classes gratis als escolars per millorar l’anglès i així aproximar la comunitat en el mssatge de conservació.
La ONG té  només 4 anys però ja tenen un antic edifici colonial on organitzen moltes coses, 9 pobles on treballen i diners de Noruega (a través d’un fons local). Els fundadors són joves i molt energètics.

Hi ha 3 mestres més  que passen allí la nit. Una ensenya canvi climàtic a les comunitats.

Conversa molt agradable  i enriquidora. Vaig a dormir tard.