Flores is one of 17508 islands that form the
Indonesian Archipelago. The name - Flores was given by the Portuguese
explorers who 'discovered' the island in the 16th century.
Flores means flowers in Portuguese and the legend has it that the
early Portuguese gave the island this name because they were much
impressed with the natural beauty of this place. This legend seems
trustworthy to us, as the island's flora continues to impress up to
this day. Although Flores is part of Indonesia, it is unique in many
respects. Unique in the positive meaning of this word. Whereas the
best known islands of the country - Java and Bali are incredibly
densely populated, Flores is the land of little towns, indigenous
villages and vast green areas. Whereas most of Indonesia is dirty and
polluted, Flores seems tidy and clean. Whereas in other parts of
Indonesia we suffered from almost suffocating heat, in Flores we
often stayed at altitude, enjoying pleasant coolness of the air.
There are also cultural differences - most of the Indonesians are
Muslims (actually the country hosts the most populous muslim
community in the world), Flores is Catholic and in some less
accessible parts still animist.
Flores is already well established on the touristic
itineraries, mainly because it is the starting point of excursions to
Komodo island where one can admire the biggest lizard on Earth –
Komodo dragon. The other great highlight of Flores are the coloured
crater lakes of Kelimutu volcano. During our week on the 'Flowery'
island we discovered, however, that is has much more to offer –
indigenous villages in the mountains, rice terraces in the interior
and great snorkeling off the coast.
The town of Bajawa is beautifully set among lush
greenery and almost perfectly conical volcanoes at an altitude of
over 1000 meters. This mountainous setting offers not only great
views but also a much desirable escape from an oppressive heat of the
equatorial latitudes. Bajawa is a good starting point to explore the
indigenous villages of the native Ngada people.
What Flores has in common with the rest of Indonesia
is its ethnic diversity. Only around Bajawa at least six separate
languages are identifiable. We visited the villages of Ngadha people.
Their settlements have characteristic houses with a very tall,
thatched roofs, for the shape of the roofs they are sometimes dubbed
'beehive' houses. The umbrella shaped structures that you can see in
the square in the middle of the village are actually not the picnic
tables, but ngadhu - carved poles, each one of them stands for
a person or a group of people that came from another village (usually
after they got married to the local). Interestingly, in Ngadha
culture it is the man who moves to the village of his wife (in most
cultures it is the woman who moves) and one of his sisters
customarily moves in together with him. What stroke us most in the
first village – Bena, was how extraordinarily tidy and well
preserved it was.
... the hike was also rewarding in terms of spectacular
vistas.
We could calmly explore the place as we were the only foreigners in the villiage.
It is easy to tell where the male and female elders live - over the man's house is a humanlike figurine, whereas over the female one there is a house:)
Buffalos are much valued and slaughtered only for
very important ceremonies. Their skulls with big horns 'beautify' the
houses and their number and size demonstrate the affluence of each
household.
We were brought to the villages by the local guide always proudly holding on to his machete. By the way, in this photo you can see our good friend Raf, who courageously joined us for almost four weeks, to our great joy :).
Raf even made friends with local 'girls' :).
Visitors come, visitors go; the village life goes on, the kids are having
fun using their imagination to come up with new toys... rubber bike
tyres seem to be all time favourites in whatever culture and place of
the world we visited...
... as well as plastic bags floating in the wind...
... whereas in our latitudes we used to play
with beer-bottle tops, the Flores kids prefer fresh coffee beans...
... in abundance on the island.
The interior of Flores is covered either with
rainforest or with spectacular rice terraces.
These vistas made us reminisce about the Banaue rice
terraces in the Philippines. The Filipino terraces set dramatically
in the steep mountains were clearly higher, simply mind-blowing at
the first sight.
Their Flores counterparts maybe are not so
overwhelming on first seeing, but are still extraordinary...
And when it comes to beauty of the rice terraces,
Flores has its trump card – the unique 'spider web' terraces.
On the way we also paid a visit to Arak distillery, the
local strong (and rather disgusting) spirit made out of palm juice.
Kelimutu volcano is the most famous attraction of Flores. It's a volcano with three differently coloured lakes in its three calderas. The waters of the lakes are fed by volcanic gases, they get very acid, which explains the different colours. The ascent to the top of the volcano usually starts in the early morning from the nearby village of Moni to catch to colourful caldera views together with the spectacle of the rising sun in the background.
We could not tell the colour of the third lake as it prudishly covered itself with the mist.
Can you see a small rainbow in the middle a bit to the left in the photo above?
And then came the coastal town of Labuan Bajo. When
we saw the view of the harbour from our hotel room terrace we had one
of this 'wow' moments.
Interestingly, in Labuan Bajo there are two
Italian restaurants. Interestingly, because in the rest of Flores the
food was super basic. Yes, this was a price to pay for enjoying all
those vistas – a culinary ramadan. And then in LB out of the blue
two Italian restaurants, run by real Italians who, like in real
Italy, come over to your table to ask if everything is fine – in
short real gourmet extravaganza, happy times. We got so carried away
with ordering food, wine and desserts (especially Mariushki who after
devouring the main dish of tuna steak still needed a pizza on top, to
satisfy his hunger) that our bill for one single evening was higher
than all bills together for the rest of our Flores trip. The sudden
presence of Italians in this charming town made us wonder why on
Earth they appear like deus ex machina in all places that are
beautiful – they sunbathe on the picturesque shores of the Indian
Ocean in Zanzibar and Kenya, they kite- and wind-surf in scenic
Jericoacoara in Brazil and Los Coches archipelago in Venezuela, they
party in the charming Greek island of Paros. The point is that you
don't meet many Italians on the way most of the time, but you meet
relatively many of them in places of exceptional beauty – yes,
those guys have good taste indeed.
In Labuan Bajo we organised the boat for a three-day cruise to Komodo Island. More precisely, our driver-guide Charles organised it for us. By the way, we wholeheartedly recommend Charles if one day you want to go on a similar cross-Flores trip: + 62 812 389 501 20.
So we 'set sail' in search of the biggest monitor lizard in the world. To be totally honest it was not a sail boat, but a wooden motor boat; long enough to hold two (mini-) cabins each with a bunker bed and a large dining table in front. On the upper deck, there was a space to lie down, not very useful during the day (unless someone wants to get a lobster coloured body), but much appreciated at night to gaze at the sky full of stars. It was not a luxury boat either. Actually, the conditions were outright rudimentary, but it did not really matter. The boat was good enough to rock us slowly forward across the super calm sea. As long as fresh, warm breeze blew, turquoise water splashed around, the small lushly green islands went past, this sea trip was an attraction in itself. We spent most of the time lazying around on the deck, reading books or just admiring the natural beauty around. And, most importantly, to become our well-being complete, we had an excellent cook :).
We had two landings, the first of them on Rinca Island. We liked small crabs with one pincer much longer than the other; the ranger explained us that it uses the long claw for fighting, whereas the short one for feeding.
The second landing came about at Komodo Island
itself. The hour-and- a-half trekking gave us ample opportunities to
admire its most famous inhabitant – Varanus komodoensis. And yes,
Komodo Dragon is really big, and yes it looks scary, even repugnant
to some.
At the first sight it looks like a crocodile, though
genetically it is a lizard.
They have powerful claws ...
While it walks, it keeps on sticking its
forked tongue in and out to ... sniff food. The obvious questions
comes to mind – how can any animal smell with a tongue? Alike other
lizards it has an auxiliary smelling organ in the mouth (called
Jacobson's organ), which enables it to smell from the particles that
stick to the tongue; that's why the tongue needs to move constantly
in and out.
As Komodos are lazy by nature, they generally feed
on carrion – decaying flesh of other animals. However, they can be
very dangerous to humans, other animals and even to other Komodos.
... and even one bite can end up fatally as their saliva contains venom.
They are also
excellent swimmers so if you happen to be chased by one, running into
the sea is not an option.
Fortunately, most of the time they are extremely lazy and while they slack around, you can get quite close to them.
The boat operator provided us with a snorkel, mask
and flippers of a pretty decent quality (our snorkeling attempts in
Zanzibar made us realise that this is not always the case).
Therefore, much to our delight, apart from Komodo dragons tracking,
another activity that made us move out from the boat was snorkeling.
The snorkeling across the coral reefs of Komodo archipelago, a bit
unexpectedly, came to be one of the highlights of our trip. The coral
reefs are extensive and full of vivid colours; among the reefs masses
of brightly coloured fish pass by. The water has amazing transparency
and the two mixing undersea currents – cold and warm bring a
spectacular abundance of sea life. We felt as if we were swimming in
a beautiful aquarium or in the National Geographic's submarine show.
On top of that, to make our jaw-dropping complete manta rays turned
up. These huge creatures, in spite of their size and fearsome black
colour, in reality are very gentle and friendly to humans (they are
not to be confused with dangerous stingrays). They swim near the
surface of the sea, so they are perfectly visible from the boat.
When mantas appeared our boat crewmen (or rather crewboys) cheered us
up enthusiastically: 'Manta, Manta! Mister, Miss, jump in, jump in,
now, now'! As mantas are more than a meter long (and at that time we
were not sure whether they were dangerous or not), the prospect of
jumping in between them seemed at first a hair-raising
idea. Somehow we plucked up the courage, off we dived and all we can
say is that the experience to swim next to them is priceless. The
only shame we felt (afterwards of course, as while we were in the
water we just enjoyed the moment) was that we did not have a
waterproof camera.
By the way, have you ever seen a twin banana :)?
