This post starts with a 4am wake up that turned out not to be worth it. However, the short hike following it was worth it. It was my first encounter with a Tarsier. A tarsier is a small, fuzzy and nocturnal creature with big round eyes. Sadly, due to human activity, namely hunting, they are endangered.
They can only be found in Indonesia and the Phillipines. We saw three of them (mum, dad, baby) living in a strangling figs. They only live in strangling fig trees for some reason, and nowhere else. In other words, they are cute but rare.
Well. Here I am, in the large city of Manado. I came here from the not-so-large port of Gorontalo. I went there from Pulau Kadidiri, a remote-ish island garnished with beaches and thriving (despite numerous boats crushing them) coral reef and a boy called Amal whose family own the resort (made of wood and bamboo wicker) we stayed at made friends with me.
We played some fun little games with the resident puppies, such as throwing them into the sea. We also sawed some toy guns out of wood, attached slingshot mechanisms to them, made ammo and played war games with them. Perhaps you could go there. Then you’ll see that i’m not joking.
I love Xorbing. I love Zipwiring. I love WhiteWater rafting. WhiteWater rafting is on rapids. However, what is white, apart from foam crests? Snow. When you get into the inflatable raft, you feel fine. However, when you get splashed, the temperature drops by a few degrees.
I did this. It starts with an early wake-up. After breakfast, I am hustled onto a minibus. I sleep on the minibus. After waking up, I find myself taking a truck down the bumpiest road of my (and, apparently, mum’s) life. Then I have to trek down to the river. On getting down, I see the raft being inflated. I take off my disintergrating (and cheap) boots.
I ride the rapids. And have fun.
I believe myself to have watched one of the goriest funerals on 21st century earth. It started with me getting woken up and put on a motorbike (in my clothes). After a long drive, we wind up at an ethnic funeral, and after getting up the hill, we arrive in time to see pigs and buffalo being brought along, ready for throat-slitting (actually they only did 2 that day).
I begin to feel a touch ill. Mum informs me that they have killed a pig. I am invited for lunch. Later, I notice a pig freaking out and peeing itself. Then they start digging a hole for a massive bamboo stake. After they put in the stake, they bring in a large buffalo. Then they tie its leg to the stake. Then they slit its throat. I feel really sick.
I think, the family must be very rich to afford all this. They are. Buffalo are VERY valuable. Standard buffalo cost 6,398.62 US$. Blue eyed albino buffalo will get you a chaffeur-driven limousine. Anyways, thankfully I didn’t chuck up….