Showing posts with label Indonesia Timor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indonesia Timor. Show all posts

Monday, May 24, 2021

Nembrala beach on Rote Island

If you get feeling to be bored and tired of the Bali's bustle dusty streets and beaches, go to Rote Island.
It takes only one day.
A two hours flight from Denpasar to Kupang on Timor Island and then a ferry to Rote Island.
1,200 km trip to the East in a few hours. A breakfast in Bali and a dinner on Nembrala beach.



There are still weak winds in April and empty beach is waiting for the first surfers.


A perfect place to lose a few kilos after many plates of nasi goreng with all those "ayams" and Jimbaran seafood.




 

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Timor Zachodni i ich wspaniali mieszkańcy

Timor to całkiem zielona wyspa. Bardziej podobna do Flores niż Lombok. Zielona wzgórza falujące aż do morza oraz pewny stopień zacofania i odseperowania od reszty archipelagu nadają wyspie magiczny wymiar.

Fascynowała mnie od lat Timorska srebrna biżuteria plemienna, którą nabywałem czasami na Bali.
W końcu wybrałem się tam osobiście. Samolot linii lotniczych Garuda z Denpasar do Kupang przeniósł mnie kilka dekad wstecz w czasie.


Dziś, gdy segreguję zdjęcia z Indonezji, wrzucam kilka do blogu.
W końcu nigdy nie zakończyłem tamtej opowieści o podróży na daleki Wschód Indonezji.


Timor Zachodni jak i Sumba ma swój oryginalny klimat 😀😎








 

Monday, January 9, 2017

Bapak Matheos Anin - Grand maître de West Timor

Matheos Anin is one of the most colorful characters of Eastern Indonesia. The flamboyant fellow runs a homestay in Fatumnasi located on the trail to the summit of Mount Mutis ( 2,427 meters - 7,963 ft).


Sunday, July 12, 2015

From Oenesu Waterfall to Fatumnasi. West Timor landscape

New day, new car and new driver.


We leave Soe and go to visit Oenesu waterfall.


No trace of people, all area around the waterfall is deserted.




We are lucky to be accompanied only by the sound of water and birdsong.



The old man charge an entry fee by leaving the waterfall area.


The road climbs gently.



We are heading north, toward the highest mountain in Timor, Mt. Mutis - 2,427 m. above sea level.


We pass roadside poinsettia plants...



and tombs.




The route becomes spectacular.



On the horizon, behind a mountain range is blue line of Savu Sea.


The last steep climb and we reach an elevation above 1,000 m.


Welcome at Fatumnasi village.


Saturday, June 6, 2015

Don't go to Boti village - West Timor travel

Raptures over the Boti village belong to the tunes of the past.
In a guide book published a decade ago I read :
Boti - fantastic village inhabited by people still living as their ancestors: practicing animism and completely independent from the outside world - free of cash economy.

Our Timorese guide tried to dissuaded our visit in Boti talking that almost nothing traditional is left there. I insisted to go to Boti lured by remote location of the village.


Dirt road to the village looked promising.




The road became impassable for our van and we beat last stretch on foot.








The head of Boti entertained us with a cup on nice tea and cookies.

The boss is called "young chief" unlike his deceased father. But chief in no more young. Soft speaking chief has thousands grey threads in his hair pinned in a bun.
Poor devil pressed between church, local officials and tourists gave up to pretend running traditional community.

No more traditional garb, only old T- shirts left by tourists.
No wooden floors and furniture, only ceramic floors and disgusting plastic chairs living in a place surrounding by forest.



The living room is littered with cheap plastic clocks brought by officials and a portrait of sad Jesus' family.

I understand the desire for more comfortable world and work to make meet ends each month.

There is no reason to wander half day. There are many similar villages like Boti in a radius of several miles from Kupang. Boti has undergone a transformation which ended with connection to an electric grid.



So, what can be called "traditional" here ?

The rest of roof ? until rot.


Weaving ?
They use cotton threads chemically dyed and purchased for cash.



The chief's enclosure is a blend of public office garden with national flags and a tourist resort. Somebody lost his way...

The tourism board in Timor loses its raison d'être. Soon there will be no more tourist here.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Open air museum None village in West Timor

None village situated near main road from Soe gives the best view what life was on the island in colonial times.


You will reach village without unnecessary effort, walking 3 minutes from your car.



The view of first beehive huts will give you satisfaction and feeling to be an explore in the heart of darkness.


Your guide will serve a betel nuts on a tray in the front of a village chief. The natives will approve your stay in None and let you walk around. Human safari enters main stage.


The photos with colorful villagers will go round a bunch of your friends on social networks.


Celina will pose at front of her house for you.  She is one of the most experienced pin-up girls in Indonesia.


Another 3 minutes walk to a fort of headhunters : " Benteng None ".


The chief's son, the most serious descendant of Timorese headhunters will face you with a grim glance.


The show of future divination with a stick and egg starts in a moment.




Clean yolk predicts a great raid on neighbors. All warriors will return home healthy and with a trophy.



The women play more practical roles in village.


Spinning cotton, weaving ikats bring cash.





None weaver with a face of Roman noblewoman presents a naturally dyed ikat.


A bit more entertainment and return to the highway.