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 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…

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!

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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