, Indonesia I was fascinated and bewitched with its islands and so many people so different from village to village ... I arrived in Sumatra with a boat model "refugee 2007" and I find upon arrival (where the only foreigner) who is not 'allowed to enter the country by land ... but with a little "incentive" I open wide the doors and disappear all the formalities and the file 'resolve in two minutes with a lot of handshakes and big smiles of welcome ... I am a bit 'lost but not worried, because after 3 seconds materializes out of thin air the classic guide to improvised a small tip helps me' all things, I found a bus leaving for bukittingi and took me aboard his scooter that goes to my prayers and thanks so much stucco and glue ...
The roads are practically non-existent and Sumatra civogliono hours for every little move ... step through valleys flooded by the recent storm, I see the pumps that suck the black gold of this rich island to enrich the pockets of large corporations that shamelessly show off their dazzling logos ... the nature and 'powerful and salvaggio here ... A
bukittingi I settle in a small inn and decided to explore the surroundings, rent a bike with so much and I guide in the research work that these people still do, work hard, who'll break your back and reduce the your expectations of life at little more 'than forty years ... live in close contact with a community 'of miners who get up every morning to split four limestone with primitive tools and without any protection, cry and laugh together Two families living with their children in a coal mine to gather some stones falling from the huge truck with the usual multi-national (Chinese, 'cause the coal they buy them ).... When he finally
decide to move, it takes me the beauty of 5 days to arrive in Jakarta by land, stopping in various places' of the beautiful Sumatra ...
Jakarta, a mixture of odors and flavors you will not forget, it gets you there in the skin and sticks ... people living in desperate conditions, but it 's too proud to return to the old village and so try to make do with odd jobs and begging improvised, all people who sells you on the street, svavillanti colors in the newest shopping centers ... motoriksaw machines and everywhere, suffocating air that you blokka the lungs ...
Here I feel full, I can not 'go on, most do not know' what to do, I would explode ... so I decided to take my time I need to be allowed to settle all the information I have bombed the brain in all these months ... I take a nice room in a decent hotel and I got more cap 'of 10 days ... and so 'as long as it takes me to find the enthusiasm and allowed to settle the ideas and images and colors and flavors and emotions ... that all fighting in creating a sense of disorientation ...
Refreshed by writing and reading I decided to leave, but my visa is expired for example, so it must make a detour Singapore to 3 days to renew the visa of Indonesia ...
In Singapore I enjoy a lot with friends Paul and Lino (thanks a lot guys) ;-) I'm going to
yojakarta for a few days and visited the city 'and its surroundings, it's hot and archaeological sites such as Borobudur overflowing with tourists ... I make friends with Armando (Italian living and working in Melbourne) and Michelle, his girlfriend (Australia) and together they decide to visit Bromo, a volcano more 'beautiful in Java and it does not betray' the Expectations ...
Brono Al joins us Derik and I speak for all of this place (ijian) and do not put anything there to convince them to go, and in fact, will prove 'one of the most' impressive and exciting I've ever seen for a day I followed the porters to climb the volcano 8 km to the summit and then descend into the crater where they work in inhuman situations to collect sulfur and caricarselo in the shoulder, up to 80 kg ... and it is repeated 2 times per day ...
Here and 'where risk to life lost in a cloud of sulfur in the middle of the mountain and unable to breathe and every time we try a very strong thick and a very strong burning sensation reminds you that this is' sulfur and air ... ... But luck helped me once again ...
Bali, here is change, and the predominant religion 'Hinduism and one can see, after the predominantly Muslim Malaysia and the islands of Sumatra and Java, I'm curious to see women headskarf without bright colors or the streets or erotic statues' in the temples and shops, huge phalluses on display ... Bali there remain too well, but I have the opportunity to visit it just fine, the beaches are several Skif seems riccione but with the black sand (volcanic) the neighboring islands have beaches much better, but nothing special ... and I think with a nostalgic note in Kecil (Malaysia) the best of Bali's beaches are not safe, but the hinterland with lush tropical forests, small villages that seem to swarm of art and religion and mythical ancient rites and dances ... I savor the best of it by turning the island by bicycle, 30 kilomeri of ups and downs (and evenings are just tired) and the old motorcycle mechanic in exchange you have to take kicked to change gears ...
Arrival all'eroporto to leave for Darwin in Australia but the Australian authorities will not let me go, your passport and 'false tell me, but you are stupid or what I say, to that for a pure stroke of luck I do some friendship with one of the officers and explained to me that the photo in my passport seems tampered with and I can not bring into Australia without a confirmation from the Italian consulate in the photo is the one that I ... but so you miss the plane ... and thanks to him I am moving the reservations for 4 days ... percu I have 4 days to confirm the genuineness all'almbasciata 'passport, and will prove it is not' so easy, 'cause the genes of the police headquarters in Vicenza 5 years after throwing all percu cards I can not confirm my passport ... eventually convinced the console to call the town where, thanks to a saint they do things in a hurry and I do have a passport 5 hours before my flight leaves ....
And now I leave you with a little 'photo :-) ...
flooded areas ...
The market Bukittingi ...
Around Bukittingi ...
bukittingi Still around ...
minankabao Typical homes in the area of \u200b\u200bPadang in Sumatra which is named after the famous food, however delicious ...
Here are the quarry of coal with the small community 'that lives there ...
And these are the miners instead of the limestone quarry ...
work is how to split limestone ...
For one you gave an idea of \u200b\u200bthe roads in Sumatra, here are the direct bus to Jakarta, and the bus' as wide as the road and this should be the highway ... imagine when a truck is coming in the opposite direction, it takes hours ....
street vendors in JKT ...
respectively Lino Polo left and right (no Kommentar hehe)
was' really proud of her cigarette, this guy took me around the streets of Yokja
The majestic Borobudur ...
And the impressive Prambana 'near yokja
The sun rises in the Bromo ...
Behind me bromine who smokes ...
atmosphere from a science fiction movie that morning ....
And these guys always hope that some tourists rent their horse for a song to cover up the first few meters of the climber the crater ...
Armando and Michelle
comtemplazione absorbed into the landscape very cool .. . (Soundtrack Animals Pink Floid)
climb the volcano with the carriers to Ijian ...
hellish atmosphere ...
ten seconds before the cloud hit me and make me think seriously about the death ...
One of the collectors of sulfur ... life expectancy? maybe 40 years ....
The interior of the crater lake with steaming ...
hands gather the precious pounds of sulfur and then bring them down to the valley ...
The true face of fatigue ...
80 pounds on the shoulder, down the mountain ...
One of the dances that are waiting for me in Bali ... (Ubud)
Another dance ..
And here and 'custom wash in the river ... big difference with the Muslim countries that I shot before ...
This photo has made me Dirk after 15 km of bike all up hill, and sent him a fan ass for convincing me to ride for so long .. . but I must say that I and 'worth it ... Having regard to the landscape ...
Child absorbed in prayer in the streets of a small village, during a religious event ...
Dirk!
One island near Bali, here pincipale source of livelihood and 'tourism but also the collection of algae that are then sold to the Japanese ...
My means of local transport ...
This I liked as it was, it seemed to me a picture ... I hope you like it ...
An entire student body that you want to take pictures with me and Dirk, crazy stuff, we been half an hour ...
