We arrived at the village of Batu Tering.
I had assumed that once we reached the village, the issue of finding a guide would resolve itself—and it did. After about three minutes, the self-proclaimed guide appeared on his own, or rather, he found us. While waiting, we managed to take some photos around the village.
When the guide returned, he was ready to go with his "off-road motorcycle."
Yogi left his motorcycle in Batu Tering and switched to the guide’s "off-road" machine.
I tried to navigate the rocky road but gave up after less than two kilometers. We left the Honda under the roof of a roadside hut and continued on foot. The uphill trek lasted about half an hour.
Along the way, the only person we encountered was a man with donkeys transporting wood.
Yogi at the front of our small cavalcade.
9 kilometers from the village to the Neolithic tombs. A place far from human settlements.
9 kilometers from the village to the Neolithic tombs. A place far from human settlements.
The Neolithic sarcophagi are scattered across the area in three groups, all within a five-minute walking distance.
The sarcophagi are empty—after 2,000 years, as Indonesian scientists suggest, the bones of the ancestors had every right to "evaporate."
The truth is, nobody really knows much about these tombs.
They could even date back 5,000 years.
Beyond their great aesthetic and historical value, what struck me most was the profound peace of the area. It felt like an ideal place for hermits—quiet, timeless, and untouched.
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