After staying up till late in our hotel room waiting for our hair to dry (because no hair dryer), we had to wake up early the next day to continue our journey.
This is Tanjung Bira, the White Sand Beach.
A few kilometres away is this boat making place. I thought it was like a proper boat factory or something we were gonna visit, but no.
Just like that. A wooden tent covered with dried leaves and a huge boat in making inside.
This place is crazy. The whole freaking boat is hand-made using the traditional way. There’s no technical drawing or masterplan for the boat, they do everything according to their sailor instict. They feel the boat.
No nails used on the boat also because they would get rusty in the sea. We were told a lot of sailor superstitions and customs. For example, after giving birth to a baby, the mother would throw the placenta into the sea so that in the future, her son would become a great and brave sailor because now his soul and body is part of the sea.
This man is sitting on the “backbone”, ie the most important part of the boat. You see the little white thingie on the wood?
At first i thought, who turf left a freaking oneh oneh on the wood, so messy and what if i accidentally sat on it it would look like i just shat in my pants. Later we were told that this is an “offering” to the wood. See the X mark the oneh oneh is sitting on? That’s the “heart” of the tree/wood, and it is treated to a little delicacy for good luck.
This is the inside of the boat. See how raw and traditional the boat making process is. Axes, hammers are used. And the most modern tool in the entire place seen was probably the chain machine. A huge boat like that cost about 500 million Rupiah, which is about, RM160,000. And it takes about 6 months to one year for them to finish building a boat.
A boat which is almost ready. Love this picture.
After that we drove another godknowshowmany hours to this village called Ammatoa (means Old Father) in Kajang (the real Kajang in Indonesia!).
We were all told to wear black today, because the villagers are also known as the “black community”. It’s a protocol to wear dark color.
Every house in this village is on poles and built with just wood and bamboo and whatever natural material. They live harmoniously with the nature (there. i’m getting my dose of spiritual connection with rocks and trees here. what turf), and no modern facilities were in sight. Means of transportation are their own feet and horses.
Wa. like an illustration from a Malay story book i read in primary school.
Kutu catching what turf. The thought kutu makes me shudder.
Ok this is embarrassing please don’t laugh but I remember long long time ago i had kutu too and they shaved me bald. I also remember they sell these really narrow wooden combs which is the kutu expert combs. ARGGGH! Ok change topic.
A family in their house.
Seriously i wonder what kind of entertainment they have. They have got no TV, no radio, no nothing. Play with horses and chicken i guess.
See. Horses and chickens in front of a house.
I miss KFC. >_<
A hyena and 3 kids peeking curiously out of the window. No la. it’s a dog.
I skipped a huge part because we drove godknowshowmany hours to see some museum which i don’t think you would be interested in. Which i was a bit tulan, to be honest, and was secretly cursing in my heart about the hot weather and sweaty feeling and hunger then suddenly got afriad and stopped cursing immediately because they say if you have evil thoughts especially in the jungles, the spirits will make sure you go round and round and round the jungle and lost forever so i shut turf myself up in my heart.
We stayed at Sengkang that night, and the next day went to see some silk factory, by factory i mean a wooden house with few traditional wooden weaving machines where young Indon girls who gets paid RM13 a day or so pushing and steping on them weaving 12 hours a day, and then we spent about like another godknowshowmany hours in a textile shop before we drove another godknowshowmany hour to this other place.
On the way, we passed by a wedding.
We got down just to snap a few photos, but then all the people there were like soooooooooo hardcore friendly they invited us in (kind of by force), eagerly signalled us to sit down/have tea/take pictures/go closer to stage and asking us all sort of questions curiously.
They look like the Bali chiak chiak dancers.
Then we waited for the bride and groom to arrive. It was best timing. Like we were specially arranged to this event liddat.
Dressed in traditional costumes. Apparently you have to be very rich to hold such a glam wedding. The guy is 25 or so, whose family is in the Chocolate business. Girl is 19 year old.
Again, we were invited to go in front to take exclusive photos, i dungeddit why the people here soooooooooo friendly one? I mean if some random strangers crash my wedding i would have called security to escort them out lo! And maybe smash their huge ass cameras into pulp in the process. Like seriously wtf this is my wedding man just go turf away.
After enough picture taking, we went back to our van because we were kinda in a rush and were behind time to go to the next destination. But then the tour guide came and asked us to return because the host insisted to belanja us makan.
So we went. And were presented with like 1000 different kinds of desserts. There was this pumkin thing (neh the orange color one that looks like nangka) was super nice.
I feel very touched la. People there really seemed so genuinely hospitable.
After X hour, we arrived at a villa up the hill called the Bampapuang.
Very very nice. The setting was very Bali.
But then we didn’t get to stay here. T_T
We had our lunch and continued our journey to Tana Toraja, which was gonna be the hightlight of our trip.
We were supposed to witness some really special funeral in Tana Toraja, if there happened to be one.
I mean, after driving 7 hours or so, somebody’d better die.
I wonder what the villagers will do if their houses kena termites :/
maybe they cook them for breakfast.
^ wth why am I in Australia @@
that’s normal. your pc just signed you up for a virtual tour here.
black is the only colour for the shoes there??
no leh. black top to toe
Izzit?How come I saw someone in pink?!
Ya lor? I oso saw the pink person.
“I mean if some random strangers crash my wedding i would have called security to escort them out lo! And maybe smash their huge ass cameras into pulp in the process. Like seriously wtf this is my wedding man just go turf away.”
Waaa…so violent one u >.<
If I got give angpow to enter can spare me anot? :p
oooh that one different count. hheheheh
No lor,u have 2 say depending on how much inside the angpow then u juz decide. :p
When I got to the kutu part, my arms tingled and goosebumps appeared lor. *shudder. even my dog doesn’t have kutu/ticks..
and then i started itching, lol.
lol very geli one
kutu hor….can jump from head to head wan lar! Three family members in my family ‘kena kutu’ when one of us got it from school. Ayoyo, I quickly googled to find ways to exterminate them. Had to wash all the bedlinen and detailed vacuuming and used dettol to mop and clean everything. Can’t remember the details. Just remember the kutus….. Shudder!!!! Scariest time ever.
Great photos.. great story…
Toraja funeral?? Jeez…I think I can guess how the story is (Heard b4) *gulp*
haha stay cheesed
that orange thing you mentioned looks like nangka is not nangka?
looks like nangka to me too..
maybe it’s makassar’s nangka.. >_<
what am i talking about…
anyway, that Bampapuang looks very nice..
nope. it is some sweet potato with a waxy coat, i think they said they used telur. it reminds me of babybel!!!
Yerrr ms. tan got kutu don’t sayang you anymore bye
I KNEW It!1!!!^666
the chicken must be very sedap!
hahaha kampong kai
you must be pretty frustrated eh.. the whole tone of the article is abit tulan 😛 Don’t ever come to india okay.. because i dont think u will adapt well, confirm no hair dryer! And have to travel alot to sight see… plus very dirty dirty.. its only for those hardy people.. i go so many times.. but still always happy to return home to singapore/uk..
btw.. there’s an area in singapore called sengkang too! 😀
haha i was glad they didnt send me to trichy. u go there for work?
those people at the wedding were so damn nice to invite all of you and even give you food. if people crashed at my wedding, i think i would also shoo them away coz maybe they just wanted free food wtf. =)
hahaha in malaysia yes hor~
I don’t mean anything, but Indonesian people sure are soooo friendly. Saya tidak bermaksud memuji diri sendiri, tetapi sejauh saya ketemu dengan orang asing, saya belum pernah bertemu orang asing yang seramah orang Indonesia saat pertemuan pertama. ^^
they are really really friendly! Wonder if they are they same in big cities like Jakarta~
WOW! You are have a great adventure! The wedding pictures are spectacular, and completly amazing. Nothing like that occurs in the U.S.A.
That poor looking chicken would never be selected by KFC, to scrawny.
Translation needed – “…The thought kutu makes me shudder”
What is kutu and why does is make you shudder?
Keep the great pics coming and travel safely!
kutu = flea/parassitic insect.
Thanks for the translation.
Fleas or ticks are indeed unwelcome!
Haha for you it looks exotic but for me as a Malaysian it is all too similar! It’s like traveling in my own country
When i’m in your neck of the woods, i usually stay within city limits and that’s exotic enough for me LOL
great post! i was like reading the Arabian Nights mixed with round the world in eighty days stories, very interesting..hahaha!
Haha where got la. But thank you Zen.
I wonder why did they sponsor you to promote their new tourist destination but didn’t let you stay in a more decent resort. It looks more like a road trip though… 🙂
Is the bride pregnant? Is that an illusion of her gown or it’s her tummy that’s kind of… big…
could be lo but then again it might just be the dress…
nice photos!!!! i love the one with the horse and chicken! hahaha~ the wedding security part damn funny larh, rin!!!!
haha thx yumii
omg is the bride pregnant?
tat’s was my first thought too!
haha maybe eat too much 😛
its onDeh onDeh nohh?!
wtf ENOUGH LIAO HOR I TELL YOU.
the groom doesn’t seem happy, …he didn’t sleep well..?
Maybe cos it’s a shotgun marriage? Is the bride preggers? She looks pregnant 😛
Haha, you got me with the hyena. I was thinking, “What?! It’s a hyena?” lol
Wow…making an offering to a boat…I’ve never heard of it before. I believe I’ve seen the “traditional boatmaking without nails” on TV before, though. I remember that bit about nails getting rusty.
ya!!! very puzzling lol. but chinese ppl also give offering to everything wtf.
that’s a nice trip. seeing something that not many sees!
I grew up in Makassar, and frankly, I haven’t been to most of the places that you mentioned (in fact, almost all). I mainly stayed in the city area. lol… Those places are not very ‘tourist-y’ indeed; they’re more of the kind of places that give you the cultural, traditional, simplistic and (perhaps can be considered as) ‘blast from the past” kind of experiences.
It’s amazing how you survived those days though!!! *thumbs up* It would be so hard for me too. lol…
As for the bad hotels that you stayed at, well, it just happened (bad luck? lol..) that they put you up at those places. There are better hotels in town~ 🙂
Anyway~ Great blog! Cheers!
And you live in Canada now?? How nice!!! i dunno leh i believe they could have arranged better hotels. because we did pass by some nice hotels. oh well. no budget maybe.
Where in Canada, Jane? TO here :p
oh, im looking forward to your next update. I read about that Toraja village before and it’s very interesting!! 🙂
My dad job used to bring to alot of rural areas in Indonesia. He told me that they are really very friendly and nice people. Not like how the news portray indonesians…haiz
yes!! toraja was awesome hehe. its true about the friendliness. in 6 days never had i once got trouble with photos. everybody just so cool with cameras even in kampung area. they never show a trace of annoyance when you point your camera at them.
Thanks for the refreshing travelogue. Been living in the city for too long. The simplicity of living in a kampung environment and the traditional way of living exemplified by the boat making technique survived for hundreds of years which is still being practiced today. Since i am preoccupied with my work 90% of my time and no time to travel, your post indeed divert my attention for a moment.
Again, thanks for the post.
wait till you get kutu and bugs in your bed. hahahahha
welcome and thank you too. 🙂
Nice pics, especially the boat part. Waiting if really someone died?
haha unfortunately/fortunately no one died.
The first photo is super nice. I like the blue sea…..Is the sea water clean there?
yea so much cleaner than bali/langkawi/wherever. but i think they do not know how to treasure their natural resources because i saw people burning stuff everywhere. which was really repulsive.
Waaaah… you went to Tanah Toraja, did you visit Tongkonans and the burial site carved on the rocky cliffs, if you did..did you go inside?
“I miss KFC” lessthanfourminusone
wah, realy nice people out there.. But bit scary too…ada those pukau pukau thingy
ello, just saying, i suggest you should change some part of the post,cos its rude that your ”sarcastic” bout their whole culture
nice photos u have here! what camera ru using ey? ;))