Sunday, October 29, 2006

Flores

Last week was the Idul Fitri holiday (the end of Ramadan, the Muslim month of fasting). I had the idea of going to the islands of Flores and Komodo, so when I heard that two teachers were already planning a trip we joined rather than create our own. They were going through a tour company, which I’d never done, but it seemed so much easier that we went along with it.

We left Friday after school and flew to Bali, spent the night, and flew out again in the morning on a very small prop plane. The plane flew low enough to see the islands as we passed over them, the Gilis, Lombok, Sumbawa, Rinca, and thousands in between. We landed on the West coast of Flores and immediately got on board our boat, Feliana, which had wonderful cozy cabins and great lounging areas. The food was good too, although the fruit all had an odd mothball flavor. The spent two nights on the boat – the going was very smooth and mostly motoring, though the crew did put up the sails for show on the first day. The first day we hiked on Rinca island where there were tons of Komodo dragons. We also saw lots of buffalo including one carcass that had been breakfast that morning for a few of the giant lizards. They’re like snakes and only eat about once a month. It was dark when we returned to the boat to play cards. We got up the next morning at sunrise and took another hike on Komodo island. There weren’t many dragons at all, but we did see lots of deer, wild boar, and some very cool birds. It was very hot but surprisingly fall-like with leaves crunching under our feet. Strange, since it’s currently supposed to be spring in the southern hemisphere. After our hike we cooled off in the ocean off the pink beach. The sand was an even mix of red and white grains with not a speck of trash, the water was tourquoise, and the current was cold so we saw a lot snorkeling. It was incredible. We could have stayed all week. Unfortunately, we only got to stay for a short time. We were off to a second beach on another island – there were hundreds of islands all around at all times. This beach was definitely not as nice. The snorkeling was good – I saw a huge eel with brown spots, but the current was very fast and the beach was dirty (Greg saw a hyperdermic needle. Ugh.) Back at the boat we (especially Greg) jumped off into the water until sunset, when we went back to the beach for a terrific tuna barbeque. On the way we watched thousands of fruit bats leave the mangrove island we were anchored next to. On the way back, the little motor boat lit up the phosphorescence in the water and it was totally amazing. The third day we woke up and immediately hoped in the water to snorkel towards the beach. It was amazing, and the beach was also beautiful (though not pink). I thought I’d found some sort of exotic species of nudibranch or something but they turned out to be blue-lipped clams hiding in the rocks. The fish were amazing and it would have been great to be on the other of the tour’s boats, the live-aboard diving boat, Felicia, which I’m sure cost a small fortune to stay on.

After breakfast on the boat, we were taken to shore and immediately shuttled into a car with a guide and driver for the Flores part of our week. Most of the passengers in the car fell asleep right away, and we drove until around 1 when we got out of the car to look at a rice field in the shape of a spider web – each family has a triangular section and everyone places offerings in the center. We asked the guide how long before lunch and he said “soon.” We had fried rice around 2:30, then kept driving and driving before we stopped for dinner around 8. We all had soup and ginger tea. By then we knew each other quite well and were in total hysterics laughing at just about anything. Carol (the High School math teacher that was new the same year as Greg), Clea (the new Kindergarten teacher from New York City of Pakistani decent but adopted by white Americans as a baby), Greg and I played all the car games we knew, and our country by alphabet turned into Surabaya by alphabet and eventually diseases by alphabet. Our hotel was pretty basic, and at this point I realized that someone was making a lot of money if we were eating fried rice, staying in cheap rooms, and we had a guide that had yet to speak more than a whole sentence in English to us. We called the tour company representative we’d arranged the tour with to ask for a breakdown of expenses upon our return to Bali. We had hard boiled eggs and toast, then drove the windy, bumpy roads to a traditional weaving village. The village was very traditional with grass roofs with figures on the roofs and ceremonial houses for each clan in the center. The weavings were modern and clearly bought dyes. I did buy a small one with a horse motif when I finally found a woman who could speak Indonesian. Driving back we lost two lug nuts on the back tyre and had to wait a while for the driver to figure out how to get the car up the hill. We stopped at a beach with black sand and blueish-green stones, but quickly pressed on to lunch at 4:30. Poor planning on the part of whoever designed our itinterary. The guide answered Greg’s question about the stones by explaining that the water made them blue. A likely story. We had a good lunner? of Chinese sweet-and-sour fried fish and squid and finished with ice cream since we were waiting for the driver to return with lug nuts for the car. At around 8 we thought we were stopping for directions at a church, but found out we were staying with the Franciscan nuns (most of Flores is Catholic). The rooms were clean, and had mandis but no showers and no hot water. The beds had pink sheets with rabbits printed on them. Unfortunately for the nuns, we were unable to eat the free meal since we’d just had a huge lunch. But we were in time for the dinner entertainment of dancing by the orphans. The Dutch tour group also staying there seemed to have a pretty good time.

Then came the day we’d all been waiting for – the day to see Kelimutu, the famous three-colored lakes. We were instructed to be ready to leave by 3:30 am, so the four of us grouped in the dark at 3:15. The nuns invited us to have tea, bread, and bananas, which we did until about 3:25 when we elected that Greg go find the guide and driver. He found two little nuns knocking on a door and assumed that was our guys. He spent the next 5 minutes or so banging on the door and yelling. Finally the driver emerged and without apology asked if we were all awake. We finally left close to 4 and had a very scary, fast drive around the side of the volcano in the dark as the driver tried to beat the sunrise. We were pretty surprised that there was a long hike up to the crater – though I suppose that’s obvious – so we hiked as fast as we could, only just missing the sunrise. It would have been too dark to see much, but it was a major bummer. We hung out at the lakes for a few hours. One lake was milky turquoise, the others were coca-cola colored. I guess the souls of the young go to one lake, the old to another, and the bad souls go to the third. That’s according to the sign. I met an old man selling tea and had a wonderful discussion about religion in Indonesian. I didn’t get much more insight on the lakes, but he did tell me that some scientists were able to take samples from the lakes every few months. It sounds like they change every 20-50 years due to dissolved mineral content from rainwater runoff and erosion. 50 years ago they were red, yellow, and blue. We finally left, stopping to eat the moldy bread and cheese the nunnery had packed us, then drove to a village which was preparing for a ceremonial feast later in the day. Of course we couldn’t stay, but the woman in the chief position took us into the ceremonial house and told us all sorts of things. It turned out that I was a better translator than our guide, and she said the lakes represent the spiritual progress of the people – they changed color when the villages became Christian and started wearing more ‘decent’ clothing. We bought several naturally-dyed ikat cloths from her – one a modern design which had the lakes in it, one a traditional tube sarong that has multiple uses, and a third with a traditional design that looks like flowers dyed mostly with mango bark and beetle nut. She gave us a pomelo for the road, we stopped at a beautiful beach for lunch (they were out of fish), then stopped at one more village which was preparing for a procession for St. Mary. It happened to be the same day as Idul Fitri, and the whole village was full of what looked like flower girls. We took a picture with some of the nuns, waved off the pushy cloth sellers, and went on to our last hotel, a dingy place by the north coast near the airport. The next morning we walked through the market and a fishing village, then flew back to Bali where we argued hard and long for a partial refund with a car for the next day thrown into the deal. We ended the stressful evening with a fantastic Indian dinner. With our car, we visited Tanah Lot and Uluwatu temples. The later had vicious monkeys that stole my glasses to be recovered by a sneaky man charging 20,000 for ‘sunglasses recovery.’ The sunset was beautiful and there were dolphins.


The great thing was that the whole time, people kept asking where we were from. With Greg and Clea in our group, we had lots of opportunities to explain about the diversity in America.

3 comments:

GWD said...

Hi Sara and Greg,

It's great to hear of your news in blog format. With your permission I would like to re-post an excerpt with some pictures on my blog Baha'i Views.

I should note that most of your pictures are not showing up for me, for some reason. I don't know if it's because of your ultra-wide format or not.)

Carrie said...

I love this blog! It took me awhile to read but now I want more! Update often. ;)

Are Komono Dragon's dangerous? That one seemed really close to you!

Also, that tour sounds like a rip off but at least you got to see lots of different things. I'm glad you got that car later!

Carrie said...

Hey! This works today AND the pictures are there!