With Pierre Thibaud and Manu, we are party hard in the crate to the south. Objective: Ujung Genteng ("The edge of the roof"), an almost-lost island of Java at the bottom. We are on August 17, c'es the anniversary of Indonesian Independence. Numerous activities take place along the road: the candidates are fighting on a platform, to be pushed into the river dirty, others are catching lots of hanging on top of a tree whose trunk was coated with soap. All this with music dangdut screaming, and among many Indonesian flags.
Passage by oil palm plantations, surreal scene.
Pelabuhan Ratu stop meals. A visionary we recommend spinning up our destination on the same day to avoid fog, the road into a ravine and bandits. The Indonesians have imagination sometimes. I take the wheel, ayo! Stop in a village above sea level, family-friendly wooden houses and views exceptional.
The road elevation is sumptuous. We arrive at Ujung Genteng to 21H (not bandits without precipice and without fog), it is broken in our search for losmen (inn) for a shipment of cars that go (slowly) see "penyu" large turtles that only found in the corner. Loitering on the beach, no turtle, back to square one, sleep.
The next day, wake quiet stroll on the beach, by chance reunion with friends from Jakarta, breakfast, instant noodle, then ... Moto!
First Manu and me. The roads out of the corner are indeed much more accessible by means of locomotion. Stroll along the beaches ...
... then more in height, panoramic view on the region, splendid.
What a pleasure to discover parts like this in small bike, nice discovery. After we lost a little in the villages ...
We eat in a warung where we meet a guy who had been asked for our path 5 minutes early (they are strong). Back from the beach. Exhausted, we eat then we're gonna party in local bars corn, dirty and a little shabby (ripped sofas, earth floor, special decoration, poor sound system, different people). Funny atmosphere. Dodo.
Rude awakening. I jump on a motorcycle taxi for the last lap at the beach turtles, pictures, put away ... And return. 8 hour drive for about 300 kilometers, but it flies along. I never get tired of making the road in Indonesia, a permanent show, among the beautiful scenery and villages to the intense activity.
Best of: jokes Manu:
1 / (pointing the finger at a star, knowing that I already showed my disinterest in this topic) - "Cedric, what's the name of the star there? "
2 / (After finding a dead dog on the beach) - "Cedric, to find one only has to give appointment to the dog dead?"
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