Rangkasbitung Branch, West Java, with tears, with Yacine. There, it seems that there are tribes that live in the jungle, remote from any who refuse technology, who do not speak Indonesian, and everything. Oh yeah?
It starts with the train Ekonomi. 2h30 folk to 2,000 rupees (0.15 euro). Human chaos in a train that travels amid scenery so calm ...
Arrive Rangkasbitung so. Meals, gathering info proves quite difficult. You end up still found a body and a guy who wants to lead us, zou! Cisemut direction. It sinks in beautiful rice fields.
On the road there is work. When it's like that in Indonesia, there is always a man to collect on as a thank you for repairs, and a girl shouting into a microphone to the attention of passing cars: "Please, spin us sub !. This time, as we passed, the girl in question has goggled eyes as we passed, and stopped his speech to howling still in its saturated sono "Hey, hey, ada bule, ada bule!" ("Hey, hey, there are white, some white !!"). Indonesia delicious ...
Cisemut, peaceful village so far away ... No hotel, it is hosted in private homes. Bad pick (or picks so good in it became funny), the guy was kind of annoying that the first was afraid it was lost in the huge megalopolis of 3 blocks and 200 souls, so he followed us everywhere. Stroll through the peaceful rice fields out of sight at sunset. The kids swim in the river, ask us to take a picture ... It really is just 150 km from Jakarta ... Or deep in Lombok?
The next day Ciboledger direction. Equally charming village on the outskirts of the forest baduis (tribes foo stuff, you follow?). It's raining but it does not matter, it's sweet ... 5 hours walk in the jungle with a guide that walks barefoot where it fails to break the figure with hiking shoes ... River crossings with or without a bridge, visiting villages ... We have not had not lied, no electricity, no running water, few people speak Bahasa Indonesia. But a few cans of coca sad anyway ...
baduis Dodo in a house, land. It's not very comfortable but we made it. The next day, last ride, this time under the sun, then back to Jakarta ...
3 days out of the oven: it feels good to breathe.
It starts with the train Ekonomi. 2h30 folk to 2,000 rupees (0.15 euro). Human chaos in a train that travels amid scenery so calm ...
Arrive Rangkasbitung so. Meals, gathering info proves quite difficult. You end up still found a body and a guy who wants to lead us, zou! Cisemut direction. It sinks in beautiful rice fields.
On the road there is work. When it's like that in Indonesia, there is always a man to collect on as a thank you for repairs, and a girl shouting into a microphone to the attention of passing cars: "Please, spin us sub !. This time, as we passed, the girl in question has goggled eyes as we passed, and stopped his speech to howling still in its saturated sono "Hey, hey, ada bule, ada bule!" ("Hey, hey, there are white, some white !!"). Indonesia delicious ...
Cisemut, peaceful village so far away ... No hotel, it is hosted in private homes. Bad pick (or picks so good in it became funny), the guy was kind of annoying that the first was afraid it was lost in the huge megalopolis of 3 blocks and 200 souls, so he followed us everywhere. Stroll through the peaceful rice fields out of sight at sunset. The kids swim in the river, ask us to take a picture ... It really is just 150 km from Jakarta ... Or deep in Lombok?
The next day Ciboledger direction. Equally charming village on the outskirts of the forest baduis (tribes foo stuff, you follow?). It's raining but it does not matter, it's sweet ... 5 hours walk in the jungle with a guide that walks barefoot where it fails to break the figure with hiking shoes ... River crossings with or without a bridge, visiting villages ... We have not had not lied, no electricity, no running water, few people speak Bahasa Indonesia. But a few cans of coca sad anyway ...
baduis Dodo in a house, land. It's not very comfortable but we made it. The next day, last ride, this time under the sun, then back to Jakarta ...
3 days out of the oven: it feels good to breathe.
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