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It closes a chapter

Do not be fooled by the date. Although the post is dated December 3, the narration of the trip is still on the first weekend in October.

Lorenzo started, to Sydney. I stop in Melbourne, to reorganize ideas and seek a job. Last Saturday we celebrated with a long night, the end of our journey by car from Perth to Melbourne in the late afternoon beers at the pub, a dinner of specialties Thai disco at night and sunrise at Revolver, a local historian of Melbourne from Friday evening to Monday morning is always open. For many clubbers, this is a "last resort".
Melbourne's spring, roll a lot of wind, the sky is overcast, the water showers are frequent and the period of horse races. The city is lively, interesting, with a lively cultural scene and music. From my hostel, converted from an old convent, I can walk to Brunswick Street in Fitzroy, where most pubs and live music venues. Here the pace, especially on weekends, goes up to the sidewalks, where concerts are held improvised.
Soon I also found a job two weeks to ride on the racecourse and the gazebo tents of Geelong, a town 80km west of Melbourne.
Arrival in Melbourne ... I leave Melbourne. I close a chapter. The journey from Moscow to Melbourne, the Asian long journey overland from Russia to Australia, is finished. The wind that had blown up the sails stopped blowing. The ship is in port, moored. Will set sail again?

December 3, 2008, Villa d'Adda, Italy.
I came home a few days. Embraces family and friends, so many emotions, old and new. I decided to share: the train journey, once set in motion, it is difficult to get off.
I'll be back in Australia, I want to spend a little more 'in the wild outback of time and comparison with its immense spaces, the bitterness, the hot weather, flies and intolerable be repaid by sunsets and sunrises that inflame the horizon that they know of rebirth . It will be a period of work before leaving for Asia to Europe, where the route will take me to revisit beloved country (Indonesia) and to explore new territories (Iran).
Soon I'll be back on the road. René

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drive to Melbourne to Perth and Fremantle

The Lorenz machine and 'a Mitsubishi Magna. A white sedan with the trunk and back seat packed with stuff, attitude, therefore, and 'very low. The shocks, he explains Lorenzo, have long since ceased to do their job. Every hole, every dip of the road, 'a blow dry. The purchase of the car to Darwin 'was a bargain: $ 1200 Australian, hard to find something less. The submission must be up in Sydney and will do it '. Lorenzo and I 'sure. I am too.
The first leg of the journey takes us south of Perth in the Margaret River area, known for the production of wine and waves to surf. Travel faster and more 'runs a tasting there. During the first night we meet with what will be 'a constant of our trip: the rain.
The next day, and 'the day of climbing: up to the lighthouse in Augusta, on the punta sud-ovest dell'Australia, dove l'Oceano Indiano incontra il Southern Ocean; e gli alberi giganteschi di Pemberton (i karri), spazzati dal vento. Quest'ultima, e' una ascesa da brivido; una scala a chiocciola, ottenuta piantando dei tondini di ferro nella corteccia degli alberi, permette di raggiungere una piattaforma di osservazione a 60 metri, sulla cima dell'albero che, il vento, fa oscillare paurosamente. Confesso che mi tremavano le gambe.
Continuiamo a seguire la linea della costa, rincorsi dalla pioggia. Ora siamo a Esperance, che si vanta di avere le spiaggie piu' belle dell'Australia. Le ho viste al mattino, con una tazza di the in mano mentre un timido sole cercava di farsi strada tra le nuvole ed il mare increspato spumeggiava on the white sand beach. I have not seen enough of Australia to determine that these are the most coasts' beautiful. Meanwhile, I make mental snapshot.
The crossing from west to east will take you on the long straights of the Nullarbor Plain: the flat treeless desert of dried bushes, sand and dust. Here is the stretch of road without curves' along Australia: 146km. A sign warns us to pay attention to kangaroos, camels and wombats. I do not see. We notice instead of rising gasoline prices. From $ 1.40 in Perth we are already 'gone to 1.90 and passes. For thousands of miles we meet not only countries but roadhouses to a hundred kilometers from each other. We will stop for rabbocco di benzina, una pisciata e, se si e' in vena di spese, un gelato.
La costa sud dell'Australia e', per lunghi tratti, una spettacolare scogliera. Qui, nella stagione giusta, si avvistano le balene con i loro piccoli intenti a farsi i "muscoli" prima della grande traversata verso i mari dell'Antartide. Si vedono a occhio nudo, dalla costa, perche' sono proprio li vicino, ad una cinquantina di metri da te.
Poi, con uno stacco netto, le alte scogliere lasciano il poste a delle enormi dune di sabbia dorata dalle dimensioni sahariane. Io e Lorenzo prima le scaliamo e poi ci mettiamo a tirare calci volanti saltando da una parte all'altra della cresta. In cima ad una duna di sabbia tutti torniamo per un attimo bambini.
Al passaggio state - from West to South Australia - deliver some onions and a handful of garlic: the quarantine laws actually prohibit the introduction of fruits and vegetables. On Eyre Peninsula
Lorenzo rain to the only colony of sea lions of the Australian continent (the other colonies are on islands off the coast). We reach the place after miles and miles of dirt road. Mitsubishi poor, strained dall'impervio ground, but the parking lot and her 'head held high, only one of an army jeep 4x4. This day ends with the most camp 'stage of the journey we are on top of a hill, overlooking a stretch of sea, the lights of Port Augusta who are lost in the distance, behind the ridge of mountain peaks Flinders Ranges.
A half day of driving and we are already 'in Adelaide. Here we change a tire (the crossing of the Nullarbor Plain has left his mark) and explore the nearby wine region of Barossa Valley, the most 'ancient and famous in Australia. In the short time we visit 4 wineries and tasted 24 wines. To say that we are elated and 'little. Suddenly the hills of the Barossa seem those of Chianti and the Australian who suddenly crossed all pussies. And 'the effect of wine on two that were too long away from Italy.
From riches to rags. The night camp at the Coorong National Park and 'bestial. We're on a piece of land next to a lagoon. Over the water only a row of dunes and the sea. The place ' infested with insects and mosquitoes. We are forced to fit the inside of the tent (the fly) and hide inside to cook and eat. Stuff to contortionists.
Before arriving in Victoria, and move the clock forward an hour, do a photo under the giant lobster (a statue) of Kingston. One of the many tacky tourist in which you can encounter in Australia (there 's also the Giant Koala, the giant banana, pineapple giant, the giant pulley ... more ...).
We just traveled for ten days in the huge expanses of Australia, in a vacuum, cut off the long straight, to greet every car that crossed. We, with only the wind, rain and dust to keep us company. Now, with Melbourne at the gates, we have so many people around and it seems strange. The 12 Apostles, there 's a constant coming and going. The mighty cliffs are located along a major tourist attraction in the country: the Great Ocean Road. Apostles of them are left now only seven or eight, always spectacular, constantly beaten by the waves, precarious, on the verge of collapse, at any moment. The information displays in the Visitor Center already 'they say: one day there will be' more 'none of the 12 Apostles. That day, the marketing department of the Tourist Australia announce 'that the apostles are raised elsewhere, perhaps along the unexplored coast of Western Australia or within walking distance of Sydney. Genes of the promotion. And people bait; mass.
October 4, 2008. A white Mitsubishi Magna, along with many other cars along the highway from Geelong to Melbourne. Less than 80, less than 50, less than 30 kilometers. It's raining, there is' cloudy and cold. The Melbourne skyline emerges from the mist.
Once in town 'we settled in a camp in the suburb of Coburg.
I arrived in Melbourne after almost 15 months of travel, but not 'have time to draw conclusions.
Rene '

Nadine Jansen December 4

Perth Why not impress me? It 's a very new city. There is a relatively compact downtown skyscrapers and commercial buildings made of two pedestrian streets overlooked by the shops. On foot, turn everything into a 'time and the buildings' historical ', those with more' than 100 years we have to look very carefully. I was once in the middle of the night in the cinema: the room was half empty and the streets crowded with white-collar by day, were deserted. Evenings, I then realized, you do not pass here, but in Northbridge, a short walk from downtown, where there is' a high concentration of restaurants and pubs giant. Licenses for the sale of alcohol are very expensive in the state of Western Australia, which explains the size of premises: most 'people is in it, more' drinks are sold. Beyond the confines of the center and extends the rest of the Northbridge Town ': a succession of Single family houses with gardens, shopping malls, sports facilities and parks. Overall, quite impersonal. Considering that several million inhabitants live in Perth it makes the city 'spans an area impressive, showing what is the lifestyle of the' average Australian: home, garden, barbeque, pick-up and, if finances permit, boat.
In Perth I leave Arthur, who resumed the journey by car to Sydney, and I see myself with Andrea, a friend of Como, who works for several months at the University of Western Australia. The gathering was very pleased! Can I sleep in the living room of his apartment and I enjoy a little 'privacy after weeks of hostel life. We spend evenings chatting, cooking, drinking Beer and red wine. You can easily pull the wee hours, we, the only ones who keep the lights on in a city 'that goes to bed early and wakes up at 5 am to jog. Perth, Andrea explained to me, 'tis so: large, efficient but still very provincial. So in the evening, looking for a bit 'motion, we go to Fremantle, a town now incorporated from Perth, the sea, a good 30 minutes by train from the center. Its atmosphere is more 'Swingers, open and creative, given the fact that port city and home to artists and free spirits. In addition, there Freemantle 'the Little Creatures brewery that produces beer of excellent quality'. Besides the factory have built a great dining hall from 'industrial look attractive. Apart from huge windows gives the impression of being able to almost touch the gleaming tanks and pipes that process the amber liquid. By Andrea
step a week before moving to Fremantle and back to life, impersonal hostel. A choice dictated, in addition to the vicinity of the brewery, the more personality 'of the place than the anonymous feelings, flat, received in Perth. Pit so the days of another week, including libraries, cappuccinos and DVD hostel. Experience more 'active and I allow myself' a 2-hour boat trip to spot whales. It's nice to see them so close, a short distance from the hull, although the rocking caused by a capricious sea to give a hard time my stomach. What upsets me to the point of not being able to take pictures. A pity.
finally comes Lorenzo, known in Darwin a few months ago that, with his car, and 'just shot the entire West Coast. With him I am going to cover the last leg of my journey, the destination, Melbourne, and 'now in sight.
Rene '

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Along the West Coast returned to Broome

A Broome, in front of a couple of beers, greeting Rusty's friend from Australia who helped me find work in the Kimberley. I am ready to join in an Israeli boy, Arthur, who is traveling to Perth. Let's start at the end of August on his white Ford Fairmont overloaded with stuff, a station wagon of the 90s in very good condition. With
Broome behind him and a dozen kilometers covered are already 'in the middle of the Outback, Australia wild, deserted: no radio, the phone that does not take, a few cars and large expanse of scrub and red earth as far as the eye can see. The road hugs the coastline and is located a few kilometers from the sea, but 'a certainty that we and' data only from the map, the landscape around us and 'monotonous, the street and' starboard and water if they sees. To achieve the spectacular and long Eighty Mile Beach must leave the highway and walk a few miles of dirt road. The white sandy beach and 'populated only by birds and some fishermen. I take some photos and pick a shell memory of one of the most beaches' long the world.
Port Hedland, the next town (about 15 thousand inhabitants) is located 600km from Broome. Here we stopped just to give stores and gasoline. We leave it to the coast to the Karijini National Park, personally, I consider the quintessential Australian landscape. We spend two days to walk across narrow rocky canyons, streams, waterfalls and eucalyptus. In the evening, the sun in sunset dramatically exacerbates the red color of rocks and brush of purple high stratiform clouds, and a dusk from the end of the world. After the flatness of the coast with the highlands of Karijini its unpredictable streams, the narrow and deep wounds carved by water, views, the spectacular cliffs and vertical size and colori della roccia sono un piacere per gli occhi. La terra australiana ci avvolge e si incastra in uno dei nostri pneumatici, lacerandolo. Il successivo acquisto di una nuova ruota a Tom Price, nel profondo West, non si rivela un'operazione economica.
Dall'entroterra ritorniamo verso la costa e facciamo tappa ad Exmouth un luogo significativo per la sua posizione: e' dove la costa, dopo essersi snodata a ovest di Broome, "vira" decisa verso sud e Perth. A Exmouth inizia il Ningaloo Reef, la barriera corallina della West Coast, decisamente piu´piccola di quella “Grande” lungo la costa orientale ma sicuramente piu´accessibile; bastano un paio di pinne e un boccaglio. I coralli si trovano infatti ad un centinaio di metri dalla spiaggia. Only drawback - and not the least - the spiteful undercurrents that create a dangerous backwash effect of preventing, at times, the return to shore. In addition to the reef site is marked by a naval base and a forest of radio antennas in the U.S..
Not far from town and the radiation of a small hill is home to a beautiful lighthouse. At sunset, on this hill, we see enormous humpback whales in migration. Are returning with their offspring to the seas of Antarctica after being played off the northwest coast of Australia. With a little 'luck, as well as fin whales and sboffi, you can' see some jumps (which justifies their English name of humpback whales).
Exmouth me a little 'feel' end of the world, the last bastion colonized, in addition to which there is' nothing more. Feeling the fact of being the north end of a narrow peninsula with nothing around except the huge void in Australia. From here we move to the south over 700 km up to Shark Bay and Monkey Mia. A `other remote area, after disturbing and full of aquatic life: sharks - of course - that dolphins and dugongs, huge expanses of underwater feeding on algae, is dubbed the" sea cows ". Monkey Mia and 'famous' cause along the shores of this bay on time, every morning for over 30 years and is visiting a group of dolphins. What justified the creation of a resort on the famous beach and dolphins are now being fed by a group of rangers, three times a day. According to some a malpractice but should be considered while the tourist who shoots thousands of miles to reach this place only to see the dolphins up close, once you get there ... want to see them then!
Continuing the journey south and the barren semi-desert vegetation of the 'outback gradually leave room for pastures, fields and woods. In Australia and 'spring near Kalbarri and are enlivened by the many colors of wildflowers. Coloured stretches as far as the eye can see. A paradise for lovers.
Kalbarri and 'a day's drive from Perth and it is perceived walking the streets of this town. A lovely seaside 'resort inspired by the holiday weekend, after spending a day `s fishing fleet, filled with restaurants and bars. To the north and south of the country e'caratterizzata the coast with high cliffs, shaped by the fury of wind and water. Kalbarri is the last place where one feels the calm, indolent air of the small provincial town, before arriving in Perth, the capital city where 85% of the resident population of the state of Western Australia.
Along the way we stopped one last time to see the Pinnacle Desert, so called because of monolithic rocks, hundreds of them, sprouting from the sand not far from the sea. An interesting and mysterious place, Like many of the attractions of Australia, easily accessible by car: You can even make the slalom between the pinnacles.
12 days away from Broome to appear here `horizon the skyline of Perth: the skyscrapers of the CBD, Central Business District . For the first time in months I see many cars at once, traffic, people crowding the sidewalks. Perth is the first city 'with millions of inhabitants who visited Australia and the first impression is not' exciting.
Rene '

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The days go by. Flywheel. Six weeks go by in a hurry. E 'on August 22 and worked for 35 days, surrounded by' huge bush. I have often felt the need to move, to explore what is around me; pulse would have started walking, chasing the horizon, with the desire to discover what lies beyond that hill, at the end of that clear or what is behind that group of rocks. A trip impossible, crazy, that would end early for lack of food or water. Only fantasies of the mind, triggered by the isolation of the place.
Now I am going to return, as they say, the civilizations', in a particular way. From farm to Drysdale River (60km from the camp) I am embarking on a small plane landed a few minutes is delivering mail in remote corners of the Kimberley. The pilot-postman, Aron, is 22 but looks 18. He tells me that fly from 3 years are in his hands. The plane ' lowercase: bi-helix, 8 seats and many parcels to deliver. After leaving Drysdale River Plan on two other farms, and Theda Doongan, communities' and Kalumburu Aboriginal Oolbungurri, before reaching the town of Wyndham and Kununurra to reach the final destination. Four hours of ups and downs, air gaps, slopes of grass or clay, with one hand on the bag for air sickness and eyes glued to the window. Below us, endless stretches of barren land and rock, serpentine rivers and herds of cattle are the postmen of the air. At each landing a few words with the locals, drink a glass of water, top up fuel and then say goodbye until the next delivery; Aron, in quest'area di remota Australia, lo fa gia' da due anni.
Quando arrivo a Kununurra, con il viso candido come quello di un lenzuolo, ho l'impressione di venir travolto da una ondata di rumore. E' strano, forse improbabile, dato che mi trovo in un sonnolento paese di 6mila anime. Tuttavia il cambiamento, da nulla a molto, e' drastico. Da una tenda singola circondata da natura incontaminata, alla camerata di un ostello. Mi lascio andare a sensazioni nostalgiche, ricordando fresche albe e brucianti tramonti; stavo meglio ieri, penso, ma ho comunque voglia di viaggiare, di tornare al movimento. L'indomani sono gia' su un pullman con destinazione Broome; 13 ore e mi ritrovo dove avevo cominciato, giusto un mese e mezzo fa. Davanti a me spreads throughout the west coast and the beauty of at least 3 thousand miles before arriving in Perth.
Rene '

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Broome, west coast of Australia, 15 thousand inhabitants and a 22km long white sand beach, beautiful. Once a remote village of pearl divers and 'now a resort' vacation among the most 'popular coast. The business of pearl and 'still flourishing and involves the same way as tourists who visit the areas of production and buy souvenirs, and local people employed in factories. Among the backpackers who flock to the hostels of Broome pearls and a place in the 'highly coveted because, despite the work is hard (14 for 7 consecutive days of leave and so on), the pay and 'high: up to $ 1200 a week, they say.
Broome and 'impossible to turn a small town on foot. But how - you ask - with only 15 thousand inhabitants? For starters, the old town, which turns into 20 minutes, and '7km away from the Cable Beach (the beautiful white sand). Then there is' another, called Town Beach, where there is also a library and a small museum that is a couple of miles from the center. All around there are residential neighborhoods - estates - and industrial areas, airport placed in the middle 'way between Cable Beach and downtown. For those who are 'on foot like me and' a slaughterhouse, compounded by the existence of a single bus that runs every 30 minutes.
A Broome 'of casa Rusty, un ragazzo australiano conosciuto in Cambogia, che per 6 mesi all' anno fa la guida nelle Kimberley: porta a spasso turisti per 13 giorni su un truck 4x4 di marca Isuzu. Lo incontro un lunedi sera; e' sbronzissimo perche' ha appena terminato un tour e si sta godendo 2 giorni di pausa. Tra una birra e l'altra riesco a spuntare un colloquio di lavoro per il mercoledi successivo: in uno dei loro campeggio stanziali (wilderness o safari camps) cercano personale.
Il seguente incontro con Tony, uno dei responsabili della Kimberley Wilderness Adventures, piu' che un colloquio si configura come un "ti spiego quello che c'e' da fare e tu mi dici se la cosa ti interessa". Accetto e ringrazio e dopo alcuni giorni, il 14 luglio per l'esattezza, are on the mini-truck carrying a weekly, the food in the 3 camps located in the Kimberley, north-east of Broome. Back on the Gibb River Road and back on a road traveled only a little more 'than a week ago, but in the opposite direction. They are intended to 'Ungolan Wilderness Camp, near the Mitchell Falls and a short distance from the coast. Almost 900km from Broome and 3-day trip on a dirt road: a Milan-Bari, but nothing in between! If I look at an atlas, good luck, I would first provide the GPS coordinates and add: I've never traveled so far to get a job.
beginning and 'hard. I have to get used to new rhythms, the days are exhausting: every other day, woke up at 5:15 or 7. Cooking, cleaning, wash, stretch, clear ... Barely perceive the place, the landscape could be anywhere but I am in a special place that only a few years Australians have begun to discover. Do you think that one of the most 'stage - the Bungle Bungle domes of stratified rock of a different color - were made available to the general public only in 1982, and that there are other hidden treasures, especially in the form of rock art, the suspect in many.
After a week I get transferred to the Mitchell Falls Marunbabidi Camp, 200km south-east of the previous year, inland in the bush. Here the next step in 5 weeks and my working conditions are improving. The camp is' small: it has 16 tents and can 'hold up to a maximum of 32 people. At work we're 4 and we manage very well; the mornings end up around 12, which gives us a few hours to relax before the evening shift, which usually ranges from 16 to 21. I assimilated the pace of work and I enjoy the free time after having prepared breakfast, remade beds, clean toilets and spread the laundry can take a swim in the creek near the camp, read a book or just sleep in the shade of a tree. I discovered the bird-watching and I enjoy to lurk with binoculars to find birds of the place: colorful parrots, hawks, herons and other birds with strange names (Cockatoo, Kookaburra). I appreciate the solitude and tranquility 'and isolation of this place untouched. No TV, no radio. A phone keeps us connected to the world and allows us a very slow navigation (28k) internet. The Olympics have lost me. I learned that China won the gold medal standings, but it was something readily predictable.
Our neighbors - a community 'Aboriginal and disused farm, 20km away - do not see them hardly ever. One evening a shot not far from the camp tells me that the aborigines have just provided with meat (cow). Here in the bush do not go for very thin you hungry? Kill. The sun and 'hot, arid vegetation, wildlife and the words are as precious as water during the Dry Season: If you ask a local how long they live here, after un lungo sguardo e una pausa di 10 secondi, ti rispondera' "too long", spostando gli occhi sul paesaggio, come in un western di Sergio Leone.
Nell'ultimo racconto vi avevo gia' accennato alle dimensioni, ma vi do ulteriori dati sull'area: le Kimberley occupano il 16% dello Stato del Western Australia, una regione che puo' contenere tranquillamente Inghilterra, Giappone e Germania; la superficie si estende per 700km da est ad ovest e 600km da nord a sud, per un totale di 421mila km quadrati; al suo interno si trovano fattorie e proprieta' private grandi come mezza provincia di Bergamo.
A Marunbabidi, 20 giorni dopo il mio arrivo, il sole al tramonto colora di rosso l'orizzonte, gli uccelli lanciano gli ultimi, acuti, richiami e il fuoco al centro del campeggio illumina i volti dei nostri ennesimi ospiti serali; e' in questo momento che, alzando gli occhi alle prime stelle, mi rendo conto di essere in un posto speciale.
Rene'

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The Kimberley to Darwin tour

Fine giugno; e' arrivato il momento di partire. Dopo lunghe indagini e ricerche decido di aggregarmi ad un tour organizzato che in 9 giorni (e 8 notti) mi portera' da Darwin a Broome, sulla west coast. Gia' prima di arrivare in Australia avevo deciso che avrei visitato, ad ogni costo, la zona chiamata Kimberley che, a detta di molti, è l'ultima vera frontiera del continente: coste frastagliate infestate da coccodrilli, un bush selvaggio, lunghi canyon scolpiti da turbolenti fiumi, aspri massifs, gorges, waterfalls and huge farms. The area 'a-half times as large as England, Switzerland, or 11 times, and populated by no more than' 50 thousand people.
The paved highway that connects Darwin to Broome around the Kimberley, which are penetrated only by the Gibb River Road: 700km of dirt road that does not forgive, we drilled during the tour 2 times, broken a windshield and melted a bearing!
farms in this area are so large (some exceeding 1 million hectares) and 'unnecessary and too expensive, fence, cows graze in the wild and are monitored by helicopters. With me traveling
other 7 people, all squashed into the back of a Toyota Landcruiser (siamo seduti uno di fronte all'altro). La nostra guida, Kurt, e' un classico cowboy; un ragazzo del posto, muscoloso, abbronzato e belloccio che si farebbe tutte le tipe - ce ne fosse una carina... - del gruppo. Sempre alla ricerca dell'effeto speciale ma, devo ammettere, sa il fatto suo quando si tratta di fare "vita all'aria aperta". La prima notte, dopo cena, sparisce e torna dopo mezz'ora con in mano un coccodrillo d'acqua dolce (in teoria, innocuo) di un metro. Non bastasse, lo molla vicino al fuoco e in un nano secondo 8 persone saltano sulle sedie e urlano "cazzo, riprendilo in mano!".
Nei giorni seguenti, dopo averci illustrato le meraviglie del mondo animale, ci impressiona con una serie di tuffi in pozze d'acqua Disproportionate from heights, we are about 25-30 meters. Another day we catch the fish they eat for dinner, then go hunting for crabs from the river, a short guy.
along the Gibb River Road we saw almost all the gorges and waterfalls accessible by 4x4. Fantastic places, pristine, crystal clear rivers of ice water. The night accommodations have always been kind of "wild camping" in nature, under the stars. Evenings spent around a warm fire and clear nights of bitter cold and the semi-desert climate of the region it means warm days (35 degrees) and refreshing nights (5 degrees).
Kurt and 'separate the kitchen: a special mention for a leg of lamb and grilled vegetables; absolutely delicious.
For me 'the first taste of Australian outback, the rugged hinterland. I admit: I'd like to do so themselves, but the current financial resources do not. The tour 'ok, and the fact that the group is small, making it a good alternative to travel independently.
dirt road, red rocks, dust, dry vegetation and beautiful rivers I have entered the heart and when the sun sinks into the waters of the 'Indian Ocean at Broome, 1200km south-west of Darwin, I get the feeling that one of the Kimberley is not a closed chapter.
Rene '

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Recovery

First thing: I have uploaded photos about Indonesia. Click here to view!
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Il giorno successivo al mio arrivo in Australia mi reco in ospedale. Al Pronto Soccorso del Royal Hospital di Darwin ricevo trattamenti ambulatoriali gratuiti (grazie a degli accordi bilaterali con l'UE) e nuove dosi di antibiotici. Il ginocchio e' ancora bendato e la ferita genera pus ma spero negli effetti del nuovo cocktail farmacologico.
La prima settimana di soggiorno australiano la passo al Gecko Lodge dove cerco di abituarmi a nuovi ritmi e consuetudini di viaggio. Accetto di malumore il fatto che d'ora in poi la maggior parte delle mie sistemazioni saranno costituite da camerate in ostello, con tutto cio' che ne deriva: rumore, compagni Room harassing, dirt, disorder, theft, stinks.
The impact in the local currency (Australian dollar) and 'a shock. Everything is very dear to me: sleeping, eating, drinking, travel. The money and out of the portfolio at a rate 'awesome. The inexpensive meals in Asian restaurants are a distant memory. From now on, breakfasts, lunches and dinners are eaten in the kitchen of the hostel.
The eta 'media of travelers and meeting' very down: most of "work and holidayers" (owners, like me, a visa annual holiday-type work) under 25 years. The ability to travel and 'very' party 'and fracassone. Or you work or chaos. Where did the old explorers?
Those arriving for a certain period of time in Australia trying to do on the road. This 'is used to identify two tribes' and two different approaches to the Australian trip. On the one hand there are the backpackers, the noisy inhabitants of the hostels, the other, "those with a van" who flock to camps and Caravanpark. Sometimes the two worlds come into contact, especially when someone "tries" a step and the other "facilities". Personally, I do not recognize in either group, I still wake up dreaming of one day in possession of a Toyota Landcruiser to explore the immense outback dirt roads. A step
Darwin two weeks of convalescence. Limp in the morning the streets of downtown in the afternoon I relax at the hostel, reading, writing or surfing the Internet. There 's a tropical climate, moderate humidity. E 'being the season known as "dry",' cause, as opposed to "wet", it never rains and the sky and 'always blue. Darwin 'a city' that has only 200 thousand inhabitants, but which 'distributed over an area in which Italy would host at least 1 million inhabitants. There 's a small town where there are offices and shops and rest and' made of one-family houses with gardens. There are very few apartment blocks. Piu 'a city' seems to me a country "allargatissimo. On foot you can 'only run the center, the rest you need a car. It 's the first city' I see in Australia and it 's a lot different from any other center abitato visitato in Europa. Devo ammettere: non mi fa impazzire. Per fortuna qui la burocrazia e' snella e in 2 giorni mi ritrovo con codice fiscale e conto corrente. Pronto per un eventuale primo lavoro.
Finalmente, dopo molti mesi, incontro ragazzi italiani con cui scambiare due chiacchere! Conosco Silvia e Matteo, di Mestre, che sono gia' da 8 mesi in Australia e Lorenzo, un ragazzone di Pescara; sono loro a svelarmi strategie e tattiche per sopravvivere un anno in Australia; mi sembra di capire che serva, soprattutto, molto lavoro!
Qui vicino a Darwin c'e' il Kakadu National Park, dove hanno girato Mr. Crocodile Dundee, una delle tappe fisse di un viaggio in Australia. E' una regione molto vasta, ricca di acquitrini a nord, vicino the sea, and waterfalls in the south, where the plains give way to rocky plateaus. Although the current dry season, rivers are still full of muddy water near the coast and are populated by aggressive crocodiles. Some groups of rocks, springing up like monoliths from an area almost 'flat, bring the witness of milleniaria Aboriginal culture. Paintings that speak of mysterious legends and traditions that are lost in the mists of time.
explore the park with Silvia, Matthew, and Jonas, a German boy, rent a campervan 4x4 and every occasion and 'good to throw in the dirt. We spend 3 nights in Kakadu, one of which is on the banks of 'Alligator Billabong (loop "dead" of a river): a campsite selvaggio tra uccelli, canguri e zanzare, raggiunto dopo quasi 40km di strada sterrata. Anche noi come Mr. Crocodile Dundee.
Poi si ritorna a Darwin, in tempo per vivere un'altra delle notti insonni a vedere le partite dell' Europeo. Durissimo star sveglio fino alle 7 di mattina per assitere al termine di un pallosissimo quarto di finale. E' decisamente ora di cambiare. Il ginocchio da segnali positivi e di fronte a me si distende la vastita' del continente rosso.
Rene'

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And finally ... Australia

E’ una notte ad intermittenza, quella passata all’ospedale di Baucau. Il dolore mi sveglia in continuazione. Sudo. Un medico che mi visita nel corso della nottata predice che tra alcuni giorni tutto sara’ past. Hard to believe.
At 6 am I loaded up a direct local bus to Dili. My scooter and 'hanging on the back. Apart from the rear brake pedal, and that 'bent, was not damaged. Before noon they are already 'in Dili, where the owner of the' East Timor Backpackers charge me on his jeep and brings me back to the hostel. Here you will spend 'a week in hospital, waiting to fly to Darwin, Australia, June 7.
past seven days to read (a little, actually, I finished a Spiegel abandoned by a German traveler), eating heavy (can not move, I have to cibarmi the Indian restaurant opposite the hostel, curry at all hours), drinking beer, watching TV (pirated movies and TV series: The Sopranos, Heroes, Entourage) and play the Nintendo Wii (figata!) or cards with the other characters in the hostel: a young Australian from Almost a month cooking lunch buffet for all the hostel, an English girl engaged in volunteer work, a Frenchman who works for the UN and a U.S. computer expert, who is trying to get hired by the Ministry of Finance of Timor.
After two days I go to an emergency room run by an NGO (a kind of Emergency), where a nurse takes my points 'cause the wound and' infected. I'm taking antibiotics 3 times a day but does not seem to make a large effect (sara ' perche' sono di produzione indonesiana?). Cerco di andare al Pronto Soccorso ogni secondo giorno ma la situazione non migliora. Cammino a fatica, non riesco a piegare il ginocchio e l’infezione e’ sempre presente. Vorrei tanto vedere un dottore ma l’ospedale dell’ ONU e’ off-limits (aperto solo per i dipendenti), quello statale e’ un delirio, un medico privato australiano non ha un attimo libero per i prossimi sei giorni e al Pronto Soccorso della ONG (dove i trattamenti sono gratuiti) c’e’ una marea di gente; un pomeriggio decido comunque di aspettare e mi faccio visitare dal dottore americano responsabile del centro: pur essendo ancora infetta, mi rassicura, non e’ una brutta ferita; e mi advised to go to the hospital just arrived in Australia.
Saturday, June 7. I undo some extra clothes and a shirt, partially torn, I went to the accident and good morning to the airport. It 'an important moment of the trip. I'm waiting for the first plane after what led me to Moscow, July 11, 2007. I'm almost past 11 months. I crossed Asia by land.
Liftoff in a small plane in the double helix, a capacity of forty seats, and I am leaving behind Timor, Indonesia, Asia, great stories and great adventures.
After an hour and twenty minutes are already 'in Darwin in Australia's vast north. Beyond the glass ordered the taxi runs a landscape, a city as' clean, little traffic. A very quiet Saturday. At times the desert. Arrived at the hostel shortly after mezziogiorno I have to wait until 2 am lying on the couch 'cause the reception and' closed during lunch-break. Some travelers ask me what happened to my knee (in addition to limp, I have a conspicuous bandage). When I talk about East Timor, look at me strange and 'one country,' a city ', and' in Australia? They do not understand, do not know.
for them are a Martian, just landed on planet southern hemisphere.
Rene '

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In the realm of 'UN

If you are curious to know what the UN, this mysterious institution sovranazionale, una vacanza a Timor Est puo’ rivelarsi interessante. Il paese e’ infatti amministrato dalle Nazioni Unite, pur essendo indipendente dal 2002; per dovere di cronaca vi ricordo che e’ la nazione piu’ giovane della Terra.
Passeggiando per le strade di Dili (la capitale) non si puo’ fare a meno di notare le numerose ferite di un sanguinoso passato caratterizzato da colonialismo, saccheggi, rivolte, guerriglia e barbarie: edifici che cascano a pezzi, strade con enormi buche, segni di proiettili sui muri delle case, scritte violente, aiuole e parchi trasformati in campi profughi. Gli abitanti di Timor sono sempre stati dominati: prima dai portoghesi, poi dagli indonesiani e ora dai caschi blu dell’ONU. The presence of the latter, both in military and administrative, and 'massive. The white Toyota Landcruiser with blacks letteroni A printed on the side dart among the Timorese rickety taxi, need a keen eye to pedestrian crossings, not to end up lying.
The fact that there is the United Nations leads the local population to think that any foreign presence on the territory is somehow involved in lucrative activities' (the money coming for the reconstruction of Timor are many, but few end up in pockets of the population and I think are mostly used to feed the "machine" UN). The first question asked is not 'in fact "where are you from? "but" who do you work for? "for those jobs? I explain to be a tourist, a traveler interested in discovering the country. Amazement.
a curious or intrepid visitors like me there are very few. Mostly 'to meet' East Timor Backpackers, perhaps the only place "budget" of the capital: U.S. $ 10 (the currency locale) for a night on mattresses in the dormitory and the minimum rigid wire mesh. Unfortunately, thanks to the UN, the prices for foreigners are very inflated and this 'and you pay no' to anything related to what you receive. A painful step backwards, after all the single rooms of which I enjoyed in other Asian countries.
Timor is quite the ass on the ground (the annual per capita income of just over $ 100, and 'among the most' lowest in the world): agriculture and 'mostly' subsistence, there 'industry or service sector and most food must be imported. The tourist infrastructure and 'absent, then that means we must turn to organize. You may wonder at this point what all of this circus' UN. Presto said: off the southeast coast there 's a big oil field. In short, there is' more and half black gold! And who eats the cake? Quite simply: USA, Australia and political local control of oil, the Portuguese telecommunications deal with (monopoly), the Chinese are holding Timorese trade and, once again, fail to do their masters at home. E 'colonialism in' 2008.
But back to my ups and downs ...
Since I'm not here to do investigative journalism (though it would be worth) I decided to leave Dili for several days and venturing inland. Pemette wise decision that I meet the faces a little more 'cheerful than cross the capital. With a scooter hire - a formidable means of production in China, more 'like a motorized bicycle to a motorcycle - I move to Maubisse, a pleasant, ramshackle village on the mountains in the center of the island is located in a panoramic position, at a height of 1600m, surrounded by hills shrouded in clouds cool. Every time I get to share continued to amaze me how, while being the equatorial belt, can be cold at certain heights, and perhaps' because the body undergoes a thermal shock at the sudden change in temperature. Good thing I left equipped to Dili, pants, shirt, jacket and sleeping bag to allow me to spend a great night, a super sleep, in a single room on a comfortable mattress. At Bed & Breakfast accommodation where you have 2 engineers, one of Timor, the other Indonesian, I illustrate the project you are working on: a greenhouse for growing vegetables, not far from Maubisse. Chatting with them I have the confirmation of the dire state of the local economy every little step, every upgrade - explain to me - and 'a great achievement.
In a long day of driving my vehicle and leave the B & B touches the waters of the east coast where a beautiful girl I fill up the tank with the fuel needed to return to Maubisse. I choose to take an alternate route to reach the plateau: on paper and 'more' short but soon reveals itself ... quite rough. The path cuts straight from the coast and climbs up to Maubisse, serpentine, on the mountainsides. The track now leaves the road to a dirt road with pebbles, aided by the wet weather, it turns into mud. Proceed very slowly, cautiously, and, almost miraculously, I reach the top of the pass without sliding. Arrival at the base and that 'already' dark, I fill my stomach and I slip into bed exhausted.
The next day return to Dili for a brief pit stop, I decided it start again almost immediately, in the early afternoon, at a time of Baucau, the second city ', by number of inhabitants of Timor.
The road hugs the coastline and is' very scenic, white sandy beaches alternate with rocky cliffs. It 's a jagged coastline, where the blue of the contrasts with the deep blue sea 'yellow and brown vegetation, made of small trees, shrubs and long, sharp blades of grass. The track is 'sinuous asphalt and' ok. I stop for some photos, then allotment. Everything is going well. I relax. Too.
later sent in a curve. At this point, instinct tells me to avoid hard braking, it risks falling on the asphalt to peel and all. Opto then a gentle deceleration. Widen the path of ending the first curve on the gravel beside the road and then on 'grass where a stone, hidden beneath the vegetation abruptly stops the travel of the scooter and I launch into the air over the middle.

Crash, boom, bang

everything happens very quickly. I land face down 'in the grass. I get up quickly and start to control me frantically. Button face with her hands. Lose blood. I peeled the nose, abrasions on the lip and inside the mouth. The teeth are all still there. Sigh of relief. Then a few scratches on his arm, not much. I feel a pain, which is intensifying, his right foot, I sprained my ankle. More 'at the top, at the knee, right on the kneecap, individual cut an inch long, deep enough. Gushes from the wound a strip of blood that line the tibia. I'm in a state of semi-shock and I move continuously. Gather backpack, look for water, increase the motor. Meanwhile, and 'stopped a pickup carrying three people there. I have water and tissues. I try to flush and clean the wounds. I'm full of dust. I try to mind locally. They tell me to be directed to Baucau and offer to load the scooter, including myself, on the back. I agree.
not remember how long 'previously for the pick-up, sitting on a box with a hand attached to the scooter and the other side of the machine. Maybe one hour, maybe more, 'a prey to bounce, to the breaks, the pain. Every now and then someone from inside the car turned around and made me make signs, maybe if I was still controlling them, that I had not flown via ...
The race ends at the emergency room of Baucau. Hard to describe. A jumble of small buildings, at times seems to be in an abandoned school. Empty seats. With other waste and old furniture piled up. I can not walk. The ankle and 'inflated and it makes me very badly, as well as the knee. Two nurses hold me and help me to get a room. Here's another nurse makes me lie on a couch and started to disinfect wounds. I am in a small room, dirty, with medical equipment scattered to the right and left. While receiving treatment comes another patient, carried by four people, which ends on a table next to mine. I do not know what happened to him. Mumbles, suffers, you tap the side and 2 times the risk of falls to the ground. I dare not look. Meanwhile, the nurses and 'come to the knee, take a needle, he looks at me and says "pain now". Shit, I see what you have in mind. A suture without any kind of anesthetic. I put one hand in my mouth and while the type Morsico proceed with the operation of piercing. Fortunately the cut is not 'too long, otherwise I would surely faint! Terminate
care ask me if I have a place to stay. Say no. I do not know where to go and I do not have the strength to move. Wonder if there 's a free bed in the hospital. I shall then wait in another room with two beds. I lie and try to figure out if they have something to eat. After twenty minutes, the nurse who assisted me brings me a bowl of spicy chicken with boiled rice. I eat everything. I swallow a pill painkillers and tried to sleep. 'In The Dark. Addomentare dream I could wake up and healed. Dream.
Rene '

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Summary

Sit or printed, I wrote a lot.
From Sumba to Timor I sipped the crossing by boat more 'long journey in Indonesia: 32 hours, as I call Flores to first reach Kupang, the main port on the island of Timor. The boat, as usual, and 'a kind of a little rusty tramp steamers (squeaking causing anxiety), however, with some pregievole comfort zone as a with air conditioning for a few pennies where you can 'rent a mattress, to be spread on the ground on which to spend the night and satellite TV, good to see a film in English (the patriotic "Beyond Enemy Lines" - the story of a pilot American shot down in Serbia during the NATO bombing, alone against all, but we will do ') or a MotoGP race (also in Indonesia, Rossi-mania).
Kupang and 'last city' of a certain size (300 thousand inhabitants) and I visit in Indonesia and 'a little' the sum of these daring in 60 days' archipelago. Busy, noisy, sometimes dirty and chaotic, but basically very friendly.

The bemo of Kupang

What '? The bemo and 'a shared taxi which can be found in all cities' of' Indonesia. In the form of a van, hosts usually 8 people but there 's a real limit to capacity. It runs on fixed routes that are identified by the colors of bemo or numbers. Stop at the request of passengers. In addition to the driver (a little more 'that age in most cases) uses a "crier" who, clinging to the sliding door, outside the car, drew the attention of passers-by shouting the destinations and stops the vehicle from the hand on the roof. The bemo and 'private and there' then a fierce competition for every passenger, even on the same route.
In Kupang Bemo I saw the most 'beautiful and fracassone in Indonesia. There is a real phenomenon of tuning, for the most 'cool city'. The music is 'an essential element and is fired without mercy'. Parallel under the seats in the back of the van (where you sit to the side and you are traveling opposite one another) are housed huge speakers and woofer, and when the music and 'high, your ass vibrates and ear aches. The interior '"cushion" and predominant colors like pink and green water (perhaps as a favor to the girls). However, also circulate more bemo ' fucksters, the stuff of boys, blacks and internal music strictly rock (Guns & Roses and Metallica). The interior, in addition to the padding, and 'upholstered with posters of pop stars (Britney and Avril pull) and players (Cristiano Ronaldo).
on the body, the outside is often the name of bemo: catarinfragente a huge sticker that has the title "Love Britney", "Man U", "Riccardo Kaka '," "Blue." Guys, amazing stuff. Made to me inexplicable. In Timor, the Catholic presence and 'strong and sometimes you see a sticker around Jesus' with a crown of thorns or Madonna. Then there are the long
antennoni, which do not nothing, 'cause there's no' the CB. The hull and 'shiny, perfect, with metallic paint. Chrome detailing. Alloy wheels. Lowered suspension.
at night and 'a light show, the interiors are tinged with pink or blue with neon lights and the same is happening under the vehicle: a blow to the accelerator is colored asphalt. Each
bemo and 'custom, beautiful, and I have the impression that there is a certain loyalty' in the score, like, "I only travel with the taxi to my friend" or "on what makes the music that I like ".
You pay the race shortly before their arrival and descend ... on the fly!

Other means of transportation in Indonesia

From City 'a city' ...
bus with air conditioning: the allocation of seats, comfortable, traveling day and night and only stop in the bus stations
bus without air conditioning for short-haul trips, there 'a capacity limit, they stop on request and all the time, speed 'average around 25km times, even the animals are allowed. Constant presence on board of street vendors and local singer-songwriters with a guitar. Frequent mechanical failures. Advisable to have endless patience.
Train: this only on the islands of Java and Sumatra, is a refreshing alternative al pullman.
Aerei: statisticamente non i piu’ sicuri al mondo; tuttavia veloci.
Nave: generalmente un vecchio scafo arrugginito, piu’ o meno affollato a seconda delle tratte. Anche le piu’ elementari norme di sicurezza vengono trascurate (si fuma ovunque). Dotati comunque di TV via satellite e VIP-spaces ad aria condizionata.
Charter: per i viaggiatori piu’ esigenti e danarosi; trattasi del noleggio di una macchina con autista.

All’interno della citta’...
Taxi: rapido e confortevole, va tenuto d’occhio il tassametro e la furbizia del tassista
Minibus (bemo): sapete gia’ tutto
Becak: riscio’ a pedals. Slow but cheap. Excellent for sightseeing. Widespread.
Ojek: definitely the most means of transport 'is used. Mototaxi. Does not require a license virtually every scooter and 'a potential taxi. Economic, can ', however, be dangerous. There seems no limit to the distance traveled.
Cidomo: horse-drawn cart can accommodate up to 6 people. Ecological and nostalgic.
Benur: The name probably derives from the chariots used in the movie Ben Hur. Similar to cidomo but used only for freight. The driver stands on a platform, reins in hand.

Population friend

Indonesians are incredibly friendly e simpatici. Sono stato subissato dagli “Hello Mister” e dalle richieste di conversazione. Praticamente in ogni citta’ o paese visitato ho fatto nuovi amici e scambiato numeri di telefono; al 99% sono stati momenti gradevolissimi. Un solo episodio sfortunato: il ricchione che mi ha rinchiuso nel suo appartamento a Jakarta. Rispetto ad altre popolazioni socievoli (es. Indiani) ho notato che l’indonesiano ha un genuino interesse alla conversazione; una curiosita’ sincera che non nasconde truffe o proposte d’affari.

Calcio-mania

Come in molti paesi del sud-est asiatico anche l’Indonesia e’ colpita dalla calcio-mania. Qui si segue soprattutto la Serie A (as in China) without neglecting, however, Premier League, English La Liga or the Bundesliga. The icons are football Kaka ', C. Ronaldo, Lampard, Del Piero, Totti, Maldini. Stickers and posters depopulated mainly on trucks, motorbikes and taxis. Top teams: AC Milan, Inter, Man U, Chelsea, Liverpool. In Kupang
I saw the final of the Champions League means a long night. The afternoon before the game I rented a scooter and at the time of delivery - can not remember how - I met a boy who immediately invited me to his house to watch the game. E 'come get me at midnight in the hotel and took me to the home of a friend. Here, along with 20 other guys, we followed the game. Special Mention house: a small house for 5 of 5 meters, wooden walls and tin roof where, in one room, there are hardly bed and kitchenette; under a small porch in front of the home, staying a TV screen huge giant and 4 speakers worthy of a nightclub. Stationed in the garden a motorized satellite dish. TV, speakers and probably more cost parable 'of the house. When I inquire about their presence (and 'a DJ? Organize parties?) Someone tells me that, just like the type to listen to loud music. The gang
tifava most of Man U (Pallosa game) and I, Bastia, sided with Chelsea. Total hysteria to goals. Chairs that part in the air, hugging, patting shoulders, close Alarm clock: a joy bordering on tears. At the end of the penalties started a carousel of scooters (6 in the morning, between dawn), I along with 2 other guys: in 3! Fascinating Indonesian
madness.
memorable moments, like a kid in the middle of a gang of mini football pitch in a country, chasing me shouting "hello mister, my name is Frankie" (wearing a t-shirt printed with the image of F. Lampard). Outstanding.

to the border and beyond

In Kupang know Edwin and Joel. The first and 'the operator of Lavalon Cafe', since time immemorial as a den di viaggiatori; fino all’ultimo cerchera’ di realizzare il mio sogno di traversata marina fino in Australia. Invano. Ma almeno ci ho provato. Joel invece e’ un attore australiano reduce da 3 anni di recitazione in una soap opera (Home and Away, equivalente australiana di Un posto al sole). Amareggiato e deluso dallo show biz australiano, che reputa palloso e antiquato, si prepara ad un viaggio via terra verso Londra e nuove speranze di carriera. Un tipo simpatico.
Prima di raggiungere Dili e Timor Est faccio una tappa intermedia a Kefa, nell’entroterra, e mi godo gli ultimi sprazzi di indonesianita’: gente calorosa, cibo piccante e sfide serali a calcio con i ragazzini (Playstation 3!).
Il giorno successivo, during the journey to the border the bus mast step (here we go again ...) and I have to wait for a passing minibus. Reached Atambua, the last town before the border with East Timor, I organize in order to cover the remaining 30km separating me from the "more 'young nation in the world" (independent since 2002). Travel by motorcycle taxi and everything runs smoothly. Thank goodness. I close with no scratches two wonderful months in the vast and populous Indonesian archipelago.
easily be higher than customs, synchronize the clock (+1) and hitch a ride on a truck, it's almost 4 pm and public transport stopped in transit at noon. For $ 5 U.S. I can travel with him and a lot of mattresses to Dili (130km) the capital of East Timor, where he arrived on a warm, dark night in late May.
Rene '

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Blood Indonesian Sumba

Another island, another ferry. After Flores 'time of Sumba, one of the most culturally' interest in the Indonesian archipelago. I am leaving behind volcanoes and rain forest to discover a landscape of gentle rolling hills covered with low shrubs and grass yellow and sharp. An arid land, hard, beaten by strong ocean winds, I might be in southern Spain or Italy, it was not for those high thatched roofs sprouting on the top of many hills. These are the traditional houses of Sumba, an island where ancient practices and rituals are still strongly rooted among the population. The guide who accompanied me for a day of exploring the villages (Boni) tells me that the entrenched position in the past facilitated the defense of the community 'from the attacks of tribes' rivals while high thatched roofs, almost conical, are still being constructed to accommodate the souls of the dead who, though dead, still live in the same houses.
The funeral rite and 'probably the most' striking a visit to a traditional village Sumbanese; during the funeral in fact, before a large crowd, composed of all the inhabitants of the community ', are killed more goods' important to belong to the dead; goods which are intended to follow in the life of 'Underworld: chickens, pigs, buffaloes and horses sometimes (a practice, this' last, that the Indonesian government is trying to discourage), slaughtered with machetes in the village center, on a sacrificial altar. During his visit to a community ', Boni tells me that in a few days there will be' where a funeral will probably be killed six buffalo. Bloody! Unfortunately the weather holds for me and I can not prolong my stay in very Sumba to attend this ceremony. In any case I do not know if I would have stood the vision of cows sacrificed by blows of the ax. Probably the thing I would open the doors to the vegetarian world.
As in Flores, Sumba also the people more 'important are buried in huge megalithic tombs, decorated with bas-reliefs, in the middle of villages. Some tombs are really great and the uprising of the stones are required hundreds of men and long days of effort.
Sumba and 'very little tourist island. Forget the mass of Bali. Here waves of capricious' spiaggioni Indian Ocean breaking on the deserted white sand and many inhabitants still wear traditional dress, beautifully embroidered, and men with a dagger tucked in his belt and a scarf tied at the head. In four days the foreigners I counted on the fingers of one hand. The visit to the villages and 'was fascinating, authentic experience, almost anthropological fatta da gesti semplici, ma carichi di significato. Vi spiego: Boni mi presenta all’anziano capo della comunita’ - una figura quasi regale - alle quale io offro pacchetti di sigarette e manciate di noce moscata (qui la masticano in continuazione; una roba amarissima e leggermente narcotica). Questi, seduto sotto il tetto spiovente della sua abitazione, ornata con teschi di mucche e maiali sacrificati, accetta di buon grado le offerte e acconsente quindi alla visita del villaggio. Insieme alla mia guida e accompagnato spesso da una allegra processione di bambini, ho cosi il permesso di fare foto e di entrare in alcune case. In una delle visite mi e’ capitato pure di partecipare ad un rito sciamanico, con lo stregone che, dopo aver preparato una mixture of nutmeg and fluid (saliva?), I smeared it all over his forehead saying mysterious phrases. Stuff chills down my spine.
Rene '

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Getting around Flores

The island of Flores' reached after 9 hours by ferry from Sumbawa. A crossing in a quiet, almost sleepy, hailed for a few seconds to a couple of dolphins. Labuanbajo (or Bajo), the port of arrival, and 'a pile of stinking village that has a certain charm. The bay overlooked by houses and steep slopes covered with vegetation down to the sea appear to have come from the pencil of Hugo Pratt, a scenario worthy of the adventures of Corto Maltese.
A few nautical miles from here there are the islands of Comfortable and Rinca, inhabited by fearsome dragons, lizards a couple of meters long known for being carnivorous and hungry. The islands are part of a national park and visit with a group of other passengers. The ranger who welcomes us to base camp Rinca us to walk for a couple of hours and helps us to find a dragon sleeping in the shade of a rock and the animal, he says, and 'digestion phase' cause in the last few days and 'pappa a deer. We learn that the dragons do not kill and eat their victims, but now the infecting bite with their saliva and this causes a fatal disease in the unfortunate beast that is guarded by dragons until death: an ambush that can 'take weeks. When there is' a particular food shortages, the dragons will also kill each other: cannibalism! After a few days
Bajo, at the 'western Flores, I move eastward, reaching the center of the island. I visit the villages of Ruteng Bajawa and, inland, where nights are surprisingly cool, around 10 degrees. The landscape around Bajawa and 'particularly attractive and lush rainforests, volcanoes, perfect cones, traditional villages where they still live in houses with thatched roofs. Hire a moto-taxi for a whole day in order to explore some local villages. The first visit that enjoys a spectacular location on a natural balcony at the beginning of a narrow valley: volcano to the right, the hills on the left and the blue sea on horizon. Not far into the forest, two creeks, one of ice water, the other boiling, combine to form a natural thermal bath, gorgeous. Let me first take this opportunity to "shower" hot weeks after.
In the afternoon I stop in the village of Wogo. E 'being the funeral (rite Catholic) of an elderly resident. Here I meet Ervin, a local girl, who speaks excellent English and explains some of the traditions of the local population (the Ngada), including that of burying people more 'important in the center of the village under umbrella-shaped structures or miniature house, they are "consulted" before making important decisions such as sowing, harvesting and marriages. An interesting and mysterious mix of Catholicism and animism. Brings me to see the megalithic stones as high as 3 meters from the origin and meaning obscure. After the funeral Ervin invites me in some houses (rectangular wooden structures, one floor, mezzanine, and the thatched roof) where the relatives of the deceased (practically the entire village) came together and are consuming a meal. Even offered me a plate; issue of rice with beans and stringy pieces of meat (maybe pork) and difficult to chew gum, I try to do my best and I eat rice at least I do not want to offend anyone! After Ervin introduced me to a ten people are taken to another house where I find myself again with a plate (identical) under the nose, ugh! Same ritual as before. On the threshold of the third house, however, 'take the girl by the arm and begs her to finish the round of introductions, I have the stomach is about to burst! I greet you and I close this very special cultural experience. Back to
Bajawa and that 'now evening and pitch dark. The only place open seems to be room on the ground floor of a house where a group of kids sitting on the floor, is playing the Playstation 2 on three different televisions (must be the game room of the country). Shove the nose and immediately invite me to a challenge in football, play some games with Italy, winning almost tutte; mi diverto un sacco a urlare in faccia ai ragazzini "Pippooooo!" o "Gila!" ad ogni gol. Piovono pacche sulle spalle e risate generali. Football mania.
Dopo Bajawa faccio tappa alle pendici del vulcano Kelimutu. L’attrazione del luogo e’ la presenza di 3 laghi colorati all’interno della caldera: uno marrone, uno quasi nero e un altro turchese. Spettacolare. Sembrano tempere sulla tavolozza di un pittore. La colorazione delle acque e’ dovuta alla presenza di minerali nella roccia. Secondo una tradizione locale i laghi sono abitati dagli spiriti dei morti. Dalla cima del vulcano riesco a scorgere l’azzurro del mare lungo le coste meridionali e settentrionali (l’isola e’ abbastanza stretta) e, sforzandomi, arrival almost see the tip of the island. The landscape is' a succession of volcanoes, many of which are active smoking and cones.
Flores' all ups and downs: winding roads, serpentine, narrow valleys, ravines and steep slopes. Soil and 'black and often covered with thick tropical vegetation. A beautiful volcanic island and capricious.
A local guide told me that they have evacuated an area just east of the island in what they are waiting for the "pop" of a volcano. Wow. Quiet, I'm going in the opposite direction. Term stay in Flores in the city 'of Ende, one of the' big island, where, on the waterfront, there ' a lively fish market, fresh. I just caught tonnarelli bloody and still end up fairly quickly, once cut, boats on the back of a pick-up. The pungent smell of fish is mixed continuously to the more 'fresh vegetables, sold a little more' in the. All the differences between then end of the black sand beach, a prey to the mouth of noisy seagulls or dribbled by legions of kids to run after a ball. Overwhelming reality 'of Indonesia.
Rene '

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you do the time-space coordinates, for clarity and avoid confusion. It 's the end of April and I'm leaving Bali. A wooden boat along a fifteen feet, takes me along with 10 other travelers to the Gili islands, off the coast of Lombok. Six hours, lulled by a rhythmic rocking that puts to bed the most '.
Trawanggan, Air and Less are the names of three islands forming the archipelago of Gili. Tiny coral gems set in a sea of \u200b\u200bdeep blue color. A great place for snorkeling, diving, relax and pamper yourself with excellent food and lively evenings dancers. The most 'largest of the three islands - Trawanggan - turns in less than one hour by bike ... Little peace of heaven ': the islands there are no paved roads, so cars and zero zero scooters, bicycles only, with which we are silt, and cidomo, small carts pulled by horses.
Islands are a very popular destination among travelers, probably due to the proximity of Bali, and then become a real landmark dellla "ruta backpackers in Southeast Asia. Of course, as I have already 'seen in similar places (especially in Laos and Thailand), that' means a waiver of local characteristics, in this case Indonesia, to meet changing needs' of the global traveler. This phenomenon that has hit Trawanggan, where you can find everything from pizza to cappuccino, from burgers to fish & chips untissimi. There 'who enjoys and is stranded on these beaches for one month and there' who turn up their noses and run away after a few days, as you may have realized by now, I fall back into the second category. This' remains comunque che anche io approfitti della insonnia festaiola delle isole e dei suoi agi; per 2 notti consecutive finisco a letto alle 6, causa semifinali di Champions League, tra inglesi ubriachi e indonesiani football-maniaci. Inoltre la consapevolezza di trovarmi nell' ultimo party-place prima dell'Australia mi spinge a darci dentro. Conosco alcuni tipi interessanti: un istruttore di sub italiano; un gruppo di ragazze olandesi, una delle quali invaghita del subacqueo; un ragazzone tedesco reduce da 5 mesi di lavoro a Jakarta, con il quale mi confronto sulle follie notturne della capitale indonesiana.
Lascio questo villaggio globale dopo 6 giorni, 3 dei quali passati a Gili Trawanggan e 3 a Gili Air. Attraverso quindi in pullman e frettolosamente l'isola di Lombok; decision, in retrospect, regret ', as the island has much to offer: besides the ultra-friendly people of Indonesia, there' a volcano of over 3000m, rain forests and a wild and unspoilt south coast, battered by the foaming waves of the Indian Ocean.
In less than 24 hours and then I find myself in Sumbawa Besar, the largest of the city 'on the island of Sumbawa: destination number 5 of my "island-hopping" after Sumatra, Java, Bali and Lombok. Note
drug: from the islands Gili I started taking drugs with a daily pill of Malarone to prevent malaria, the areas I'm visiting are in fact considered at risk. A
Sumbawa again I find myself totally immersed in "the Indonesian experience": the absence of foreign travelers and people who say hello to me all the time, willing to start a conversation. My Bahasa Indonesia is improving and I get closer now to the basic 5-minute chat.
Stay in Sumbawa, Lombok as, and 'quick. I'm starting to count my days on a tourist visa, the road up to East Timor (and Australia), still long and, above all, unpredictable, urges me to accelerate the pace of the trip. I shot three quarters of the island in an exhausting day of travel. I cover the 250 km that separate me from Sape - the port where I embark 'on the island of Flores - in 13 hours, at an average of 20km per hour due to mechanical failures and a bus si ferma in continuazione a far salire e scendere passeggeri. Sono stretto tra due file di sedili con un sacco di riso sotto i piedi che mi costringe in una posizione rannicchiata, a ginocchia raccolte, che ammazza lentamente gambe e fondoschiena. Sono pieno di dolori e non riesco a spostare i piedi oltre il sacco di riso in quanto il pavimento del pullman e' surriscaldato e mi crema letteralmente le suole delle infradito. Fa talmente caldo che gli zipper metallici dello zaino della mia vicina di posto sono diventati incandescenti e uno mi ha ustionato il polpaccio! Il bus e' zeppo di persone e animali (galline in maggioranza) e non c'e' posto piu' neanche per uno spillo; anche se sono l'unico straniero in viaggio, questa volta c'e' poca voglia di scherzi e sorrisi: we are all suffering and we hope that this torture will end soon. When the hour of the 20 arriving at the quay of Canadian pension-Sape are so exhausted that I can not find even the strength of a scare when Rattazzi the size of a cat crosses my path in the hallway. Helmet in a heavy sleep, which stops abruptly at 5 am, when the relentless muezzin of the mosque next to the hotel decides it 'time to rally the faithful. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Rene '

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Fantastic tropical Bali

down from the extraterrestrial landscape of Mount Bromo I find myself in the hectic and chaotic reality' of Indonesia. With a night bus to Probolinggo I move to Bali, where I come, stoned, at 5 am. A taxi, the meter will most likely fake, takes me away from Denpasar, the city 'more' big island, Kuta, discharging directly into the heart of the bustling and crowded tourist destination worldwide.
Bali and 'different, unique and fascinating. Indonesia and 'a Muslim country but the island of Bali' of Hindu religion, if the Indonesians are polite and friendly, the Balinese are even more '. Day after day the island reveals its many facets, as a place ... fantastic.
I rented a scooter so I can move in freedom '. Although the island is tiny compared to Sumatra or Borneo, the main tourist attractions are still separate fifty km apart.
The first days were spent in Legian, in the south of the island, a short walk from Kuta beach in the pit. The beach and 'long, beautiful, with waves of average height and capricious crashing on the shore, a great place to take their first steps on a surfboard. I'm lazy days, including baths, reading, sunsets and night sweating in hot, crowded clubs along with many Australians in jeopardy and muscular surfers.
South of Kuta beach gives way to the coastline of the Bukit peninsula that ends in the beautiful promontory of Ulu Watu. Here the strength dell'oceno Indian clashes against black volcanic rocks, high and mighty waves roar continuously against the cliffs. At the point where the sea the land meets the Balinese have built a temple, high above the waves on top of this magical cape. An exciting place, full of energy, where the eye finds no rest. Not far from the rough rock, nonsense and intrepid surfers challenge waves much more 'high for them. I find myself totally immersed in the fascinating beauty of the place, so much to come back several times during the stay on the island.
In the opposite direction to the Bukit Peninsula is rather Ubud, a town near the center of the island. Lush tropical vegetation, humidity, 'rice fields and temples are the characteristics of this area. E ', cultural capital of the island, the retreat of artists, especially painters, internationally renowned. Every day, the evenings are filled with the sounds and colors of traditional dances and theatrical performances. Compared to the bustle of Kuta here you will find yourself catapulted into a new dimension, dominated by the peace '. Many hotel chains have built luxury resort in Ubud, where splendid buildings hidden by vegetation zealous uniformed staff is responsible for the care of the body and mind of their customers, beauty treatments, various therapies, meditation, yoga, painting classes and cooking. Here you can 'happen to get lost among the rice fields, and as' happened to me, and to have addressed the right way by an elderly peasant in return please do not ask for anything but a smile. Ubud and 'magnetic: the atmosphere and the kindness of the people could be attracted for weeks.
along on a scooter on the streets of this area one comes across often in religious processions: long lines of Balinese dressed in traditional clothes - men, women and children - bring offerings to the temple, including music and fragrant incense. Shows in which no one is indifferent. Women with long hair and smooth blacks, with flowers in her hair, seem to come directly from a painting by Gauguin. Religion and 'a constantly present in everyday life in Bali, and the offers of flowers, fruits and incense sticks to punctuate the entrances of houses and shops.
My explorations of the island and then take me on the east coast, to Amed, a charming fishing village. The landscape is characterized by a succession of small coves of black sand, coconut trees and the typical fishing boat of white lacquered wood: trimarans. The villages are small and you stay in bungalows on the beach or on the high cliffs. The daunting summit of Gunung Agung, an active volcano, watch over this coast, the steep slopes of his knowledge she started to touch the clear blue sea. Not far from the beaches of Amed I dive and I see the wreck of an old Japanese warship. It 'almost completely submerged by sand, but the little boxes and' beautifully studded with coral. Hundreds of colorful fish playing hide and seek in the folds of rusty metal e una stella marina si muove lenta sul fondo sabbioso.
Alla sera, seduto sotto la veranda del mio bungalow ascolto i rumori del mare e mi lascio accarezzare da una fresca brezza. Il mio soggiorno a Bali non e' ancora terminato ma nella mente si affollano gia' i ricordi dei molteplici volti di questa terra: il traffico asfissiante di Denpasar e Kuta, i templi battuti da mare e vento a Ulu Watu e Tanah Lot, le danze e le processioni religiose di Ubud, le torride notti in discoteca, le spiaggie, le onde, la lussureggiante vegetazione tropicale, i sorrisi dei balinesi, il dolce profumo dell'incenso. Bali e' tutto questo. Turismo, misticismo, rifugio tropicale, surf, arte. Fantastica.
Rene'

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The journey from Jepara (the city 'home to the Swedes) in Probolinggo and' a perfect example of "slow travel by bus" in Indonesia. Another ... You think. It 's the rule ... I got it. Use almost 13 hours to do 250km of road. Exhausting. The fact that you are on Java, the island more 'populated country, has done nothing but make things worse.
The bus without air conditioning, and 'cluttered and, as tradition has no fixed stopping points, but stops when someone wants to raise or lower it. And there are only passengers. For long stretches and is' in the company of groups of guys trying to pick up some money playing the guitar or selling soft drinks, peanuts and snacks. As the only foreigner on the bus I am overwhelmed dagli "hello mister!" degli indonesiani.
Arrivato a Probolinggo mi faccio scaricare di fronte ad un hotel, sulla strada principale, e mi sistemo in una camera economica.
Il giorno successivo prendo un taxi collettivo (pulmino) e salgo a 2000m fino ai bordi del cratere del vulcano Bromo. E' una delle principali attrattive turistiche di Java e ci sono parecchie guesthouse nel piccolo villaggio ai margini della caldera.
L'aria fredda e una sveglia puntata alle 3.30 mi costringono a letto presto. Quando lo squillo del cellulare mi rianima mi trovo alle prese con una spasmodica ricerca di vestiti caldi: camicia, maglione, cappellino di lana, persino la giacca invernale. Sembro in procinto di partire per una spedizione alpina.
Mi butto in strada alla ricerca di un passaggio per il punto panoramico dal quale ammirare l'alba, posto a 2600m di altezza. Di fronte alla guesthouse, c'e' un gran movimento di jeep e 4x4 ma i veicoli sono gia' tutti pieni. In lontananza addocchio un ragazzo indonesiano in sella ad una moto. Appena mi avvicino mi offre un passaggio. In moto? Ma è sicuro? chiedo. No problem mister, mi rassicura. Negozio la tariffa e salto su. La strada scende all'interno del cratere: e' buoio pesto, fa freddo e c'e' una nebbia che impedisce di vedere a piu' di 10m di distanza. La carreggiata e' una striscia di sabbia nera, vulcanica. Ci si muove in difficolta'. Il ragazzo deve mettere giu' i piedi un paio di volte e fermare la moto perche' le route si bloccano nella sabbia fine. I begin to doubt that we will succeed. Yesterday afternoon, with the eye, the crater seemed to me at least 2 or 3 miles wide. At one point the road starts to climb. We're leaving the caldera and we started to climb up one of the edges. The white cloud of water vapor and sulfur gives way to a serene sky illuminated by stars of last night. The facial skin has lost sensitivity 'and I have the forehead and eyebrows dewy drops of icy water. I try to nascodermi as much 'as possible behind the body of the driver, to minimize the impact of cold air.
After an endless series of switchbacks finally reach the parking lot of the viewpoint. I shot a coffee 'boiling and eating a packet of wafers that had hidden in his jacket. 5 and we are the next morning.
The balcony and 'full of people. Someone has' deceived by the equatorial latitudes and around in shorts and sandals, try not to show it, but is suffering terribly. At an altitude of 2600m it is cold all over the world, especially if it is not 'yet risen sun.
The first segment gives a nod to 5.30, gradually illuminating the caldera and the volcano's slopes. It 's a spectacular view. Inside the crater there are two volcanic cones, smaller, one active. The dense white smoke coming out from the top 'and' an unstoppable flow. In the distance, beyond the deep crater of Bromo, the perfect cone of another volcano rising over 3000m. Every ten minutes, with the precision of a Swiss watch, shoot the arrogants of black smoke, rising into the sky, take the form of a mushroom.
Landscape and 'surreal. The crater of Bromo and 'still covered by a thick white cloud that hides the black sand, occasionally the cloud, like a glass of water filled to the brim, overflowing, spilling over the village on the edge the crater. The tips of two small volcanoes in the center, springing from the white expanse, the thick fumarole sulfur rises vertically to the sky and a high volcano in the distance, from the steep slopes, watch the scene. Except for the green fields and forest surrounding the crater of Bromo could have the sensation of being landed on a planet in space. Black and gray are the predominant colors of this landscape.
are not lost in the universe, I'm just enjoying another aspect of the tumultuous, wild, lively and unpredictable land of Indonesia.
Rene '

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Imperative: leave Jakarta; away, forget it. Go to Jodja and immerse in the city 'more academic' large in Indonesia. Culture, after the madness.
Return to a pace more 'appropriate to the trip: wake up early and sightseeing before tropical temperatures make it untenable to move around. Spending quiet days to discover architectural treasures Borodbur as the stupa (a Buddhist stupa more 'big in the world) and the ruins of Hindu temples of Prambanan, seriously damaged by a recent earthquake.
I am in the middle of the island of Java and, unlike Jakarta, the region and the city 'of Jodja are rich in tourist attractions: the royal palaces, museums, cultural performances, exhibitions of handicrafts. In the evening the streets of Jodja are filled with college students and students on a trip, mingling with tourists in the frantic search for cheap souvenirs. Itinerant restaurants, stalls and rickshaws 'pedal crowded every available space and the air is already' wet his office is more of odors and flavors.
The City 'to Solo, a 1 ora di treno da Jodja, non ha lo stesso appeal della sua illustre vicina, ma vale comunque una visita per ammirare le piantagioni di the e i templi induisti che caratterizzano le verdi colline a est dell'abitato. Sull'isola di Java immergersi nella natura per scoprire angoli incontaminati non e' altrettanto facile come nella selvaggia e immensa Sumatra: la densita' della popolazione e' molto alta e sull'isola si contano oltre 120 milioni di abitanti.
Raggiungo poi la costa settentrionale dell'isola e mi fermo a Jepara dove incontro gli imprenditori svedesi, padre e figlio, conosciuti a Singapore. La zona pullula di mobilifici e saloni d'arredamento; dev'essere la Brianza dell' Indonesia. Ho giusto il tempo per passare una notte perche' il mattino successivo sono gia' su un battello in direzione dell'arcipelago di Karimunjaya, una delle poche zone ancora inesplorate di Java. Gli svedesi mi ospiteranno al loro resort!
Il vecchio traghetto, arrugginito dagli anni e dalla salsedine, arranca in un mare abbastanza mosso. Resto ancorato per 6 ore alla mia poltroncina, incapace di alzarmi, camminare e mangiare. Prima di arrivare nel resort di proprieta' degli svedesi devo ancora sorbirmi oltre 1 ora di trasferimento su una barca di legno, lunga una decina di metri. Disteso sul tetto, insieme ad un gruppo di operai diretti al resort, scruto le prime stelle di questo caldo crepuscolo nei mari del sud.
Arrivato sull'isola, privata, vengo sorpreso dal luxury of a 5-star hotel. In my bungalow octagonal shade of coconut palms, there 'air conditioning, satellite TV, a large double bed and bathroom with hot water. To the restaurant is 'already' a hot meal and a cold beer waiting for me, a royal welcome!
The next day I'm going to poke around. In less than one hour I have walked the entire circumference of the island and I could ascertain that, in addition to Lax - the owner - her brother and a group of workers on the island there's only me! The resort 'still closed and the activities' maintenance and' busy in the upcoming reopening.
Being alone on a tiny island tropical paradise or trap? The answer is probably 'related to the period of stay. In my case, there are only 2 per day, the feelings are very positive. A fiery sunset, as the mosquitoes I massacred her ankles, has closed a lazy day, so lazy that I did the first bath at 4 in the afternoon. I immersed myself in the vicinity of pier, surrounded by a bunch of sardines, I swam among thousands of shiny things that moved in perfect sync: amazing.
another excellent dinner in the evening, along with his brother and Lax. Only one regret: the next day and 'already' planned return to Java. See you at the Kura Kura Resort (www.kurakuraresort.com).
Rene '

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I take a whole day to recover the stress of long bus trip. In Bandar Lampung there 'nothing to see except a square with a monument of elephants playing soccer and a viewpoint on a hill, from here you can see what remains of the volcano Krakatoa, and beyond, the coast of' island of Java, the next destinanzione.
Jakarta and 'a stone's throw away, I reach it easily with a minibus. The strait which separates Sumatra from Java and '... close ... by ferry and you put only 1 ½ hours to cover the distance.
Jakarta and 'as saying the Anglo-Saxons, overwhelming. The city 'more' big in Southeast Asia. A jungle underground more than 9 million people, growing to 'go crazy. A population growth and urban sprawl. Arriving on a hot Thursday afternoon, after I settled, I sit in one of the many restaurants overlooking the bustling Jalan Jaksa, the road of backpackers.
You know a boy in Indonesia. It helps me to decipher the menu and then stops to talk to. It makes the event coordinator at the Ritz Carlton in Jakarta and met an Italian Formula GP2 Asia (among other things I saw before the races in Malaysia F1 GP) named Mark Bonalumi and you feel your mobile phone to Anton , Indonesian, while we're at the restaurant. Anton at some point I pass it and it turns out that Mark and I 'of Lecco (23 years) by calling Bahrain!
I'm pretty tired but I let myself get to a night out. You go to Red Square vodka bar. Girls and wild dancing cube Anton pay me to drink (4 vodka redbull redbull with little shots of tequila and 2) I do the spacchiuso and drink it in a nano second shot (as he sips), exclaiming "I am a professional tequila" ( remembering the night in Italy with the legendary Cuervo Reposado, now replaced with chupito rum and pear). During the evening the turning point. Anton and I realize that 'gay ... It speaks to a finger from his face and I have the impression that he tried to kiss me!

We leave the bar at 2.30 that no longer support 'standing. The taxi turns around, you end up in his apartment. I closed the shit inside. I Corinth to the bathroom and the toilet twice Foppa (and clearly I think "fuck I'm vomiting in the toilet at the home of an Indonesian culattone") and I fell asleep, tired, and on the bed. Is not 'nothing happened, fortunately. He too was sleeping. Then at 5:30, awakened by the call of the muezzin tried to escape from the balcony below the roof of the house (I was alerted neighbors, who slept on their balcony, pulling pennies on the tin roof and saying "I need a taxi" who knows ... ' What the fuck have thought ...).

I already have 'a leg up on the roof but he stops me. I say fuck that now I'm going home. He finally frees me pero 'insists her home in the taxi and attempted one last pathetic approach with that I say I do not like the guys you have not got shit!

The next day I woke up at 13 with the brain still mush. I have 2 new on cell numbers of Indonesian girls who do not remember the name (I'll find out 'through the phonebook). A gun appears to be the sister of the woman and the other should be OK. What do I call?

guys mattissima evening. I spent the equivalent of € 5 for a total devastation.

I survived ...
Rene '

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Contact Riki for a tour of Bukittinggi. We meet at 11 am on a Sunday morning in the park in the middle of town at that time crowded with strolling families and children chattering. My new friend insists on a visit to his home, located in a small town a few km from Bukittinggi. I agree.
'm dating When they got there the family and soon I find myself a plate of rice and fried fish in his teeth: Indonesian hospitality. The house 'consists of three rooms, a kitchen and living room. There are few pieces of furniture (in the living room there 's just the TV ...) and eat the lunch sitting cross-legged on a mat. After a cup of coffee 'let's take a walk around the village and visit an uncle Riki who lives in a beautiful traditional wooden house with a roof that reminds me of the hull of a sailboat. The whole family e' al lavoro nelle operazioni di restauro del vecchio edificio.
Tornati a Bukittinggi visitiamo un'area della citta' dove i giapponesi, nel corso della seconda guerra mondiale, hanno costruito una estesa serie di bunker e gallerie sotterranee. E' ormai pomeriggio inoltrato e avrei bisogno di un break, di un attimo di riposo in albergo, ma non riesco proprio a svincolarmi dalla compagnia di Riki ( mollami! ). Chiudo la giornata invitando il mio nuovo amico a cenare in un ristorante all'aperto del mercato notturno. Il clima e' ora piacevolmente fresco (Bukittinggi si trova a 1500m di altezza) e le strade si sono riempite di gruppi di ragazzi che suonano la chitarra.
Il mattino successivo, alle 10, I board a bus at a time of Bandar Lampung, the city 'on the end' southern island of Sumatra. On paper the distance from Bukittinggi seems to be around 1000km. I'm for syrup, in length, nearly two-thirds of Sumatra. The timing of the trip are unpredictable.
An hour after the start we are already 'stopped for a mechanical failure. The bus and 'too came violently into a hole and you must be wrecked something. We leave after an hour and a half smartellamenti in front of the axle shaft.
On the bus my position is not 'the best and I am in the row immediately before the bath, means having a seat that reclines and foul-smelling air. I am the only foreign travel and, therefore, the center of attention. Towards evening, the central corridor has become a garbage dump: a day of meals and snacks have left their mark. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner and discovered with surprise that nearly all passengers take advantage of the break to wash and freshen up, soap, towel, change of clothes and go back in as new coach, what is gradually tainting it's just me. .. During the break someone and 'even bothered to clean the corridor, thank goodness.
The night proceeds to jolts, like those of the street, interrupting sleep already 'slightly off the seat. Sumatra and 'giant island, where the cities' are separated hundreds of kilometers from each other, in between there are hills, lakes, volcanoes, forests and fields. It 'a wilderness area, even if the integrity' of nature and 'put in constant danger from logging and drilling for oil.
the morning of the second day we arrived in Palembang, a big city 'in the south-east. The stop and 'short, just long enough to bring down some people and to load new passengers, the bus and' always full. The trip runs slow. In Sumatra there are few roads and motorways passing through the territory are very busy and somewhat battered. Around noon we take a break, the coach and 'stopped along the road next to some stalls selling fruit. My traveling companions insist on me to try the durian, a fruit with a thick skin and sharp, the size of a melon pulp and smelly, something that looks like a rotten egg or the smell of feet. E 'sweet, not bad after all, but' to eat with your nose plugged. Before leaving, give me a bag of duku, fruit slightly larger 'than a walnut, this one to peel, the flesh transparent, sweet and juicy.
The bus now crosses a broad flat plain. Fields in the eye and the yellow of the long ears of rice, which contrasts with the dark clouds of a storm that roars away, the horizon line. A column of trucks in front of us raises waves powder. It 's a hot afternoon. No City 'in sight. I will arrive 'Why?
dusk the bus stop again, this time for dinner. The driver tells me that Bandar Lampung and 'not far away, a couple of hours and here we are. While passengers are washed I eat a plate of fried rice, probably the only one who is starting to stink.
21 Hours: houses and shops are becoming more 'common along the road. We are about to arrive in town '. The second driver approaches me and tells me who will stop at the station: the bus continues on to Jakarta. He asks me where I want to get off. I do not know, I answer, then add close to a hotel is fine.
Ed and 'so that the bus stops, at 21.30, after 35 hours of travel, near a big hotel. I have not the faintest idea what my position, if they are in town 'or in the suburbs. Later addocchio prices: too high. I call a taxi that brings me to the center, in a cheaper hotel. Upon entering the room collapsed on the bed. I really need of hanging lie at least ten hours.
Rene '

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transfer Malaysia-Indonesia, on the map, it seems a trivial matter: a hydrofoil from Melacca to Dumai and then by bus to Pekanbaru (about 150km away). The boat leaves at around 10 and before 12 are already 'in Dumai, on the island of Sumatra. Smooth.
I do take a motorcycle taxi to the bus station, a huge parking lot with a single bus waiting in the hot sun. Fortunato and 'direct to Pekanbaru, the major city' of this area, and start 'shortly thereafter.
I have two accounts: 150km to go, an average of 50km per hour; between 3 to 4 hours maximum, I should be your destination. Am I wrong. The road 'paved but quite disastrous: potholes and unpaved sections every ten kilometers, work in progress. Traffic (and 'the only road from the east coast port in Pekanbaru), and some river overflows due to a flood that did not make things worse. It travels to sob. Speed \u200b\u200b' dei trasferimenti in Malesia e' presto dimenticata.
Sul pullman mi si affianca un tecnico petrolifero indonesiano di ritorno a casa per il fine settimana (e' un venerdi pomeriggio); abita a Pekanbaru e parla bene inglese perche' ha lavorato per anni per una compagnia statunitense. Dopo un po' che chiaccheriamo mi offre alloggio a casa sua per la serata; sono sorpreso: una proposta del genere non mi era ancora capitata!
A una trentina di km dalla citta' il traffico si blocca: un fiume ha rotto gli argini e sta sommergendo la strada. Si passa piano e uno alla volta. Alcune case sono per meta' coperte dall'acqua e gli inquilini stanno salvando il salvabile e si dirigono verso tratti di terreno asciutto. Brutta storia.
The day, which provided a quiet, turns out to be very long and when the bus arrives at Pekanbaru are now past the 20. My traveling companion is more excuse for not being able to 'hold' cause it has a very small child who needs to sleep. Directs me to the correct taxi (a small minibus), destination downtown, 'and say hello to me.
eat a platter of fried rice (nasi goreng, one of the specialties' national) and then I put to bed. I recall a while now: I have not seen a traveler, stranger, and I spent the day on the bus.
The next day I wake up early and take a bus to Bukittinggi, a town on the mountain range that runs from north to south, the entire island of Sumatra. It 's the meeting zone of two earth plates that, over the millennia, has generated a mountain range of volcanoes up to nearly 4000m high and continues to periodically shake this land by violent and sudden earthquakes.
The bus and 'half decrepit that stops all the time to load passengers, a kind of taxi giant falls to pieces. Little use to cover 200km over 7 hours. 30km times average, not bad ...
arrived in Bukittinggi not know where to settle down. I have not found a travel guide for Indonesia and I'm so "pro de ndo-sight using only a geographical map the country. I am therefore asking for information all the time and, not knowing the language, I can hardly make myself understood. Fermatomi at a kiosk selling cell phones (there are thousands in Indonesia) you ask for a budget hotel and I find myself riding a scooter salesman who, before taking them to their destination, he decides to do a tour of Bukittinggi. I left his cell phone number and asks if we can meet tomorrow. Well, yes, I see no problem ... His name is Riki. The soprannominero '... Molly!
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