I arrived in Manokwari on June 24, after flying overnight on 2 planes with transits in Jakarta and Makassar and eventually landing in Manokwari, the former capital of West Papua. Heri, a twenty-ish cheerful and friendly looking young man who happened to be one of the crew members of the project met us at the airport and after a 10 minute drive we were at the jetty where Natlie, another crew member was busy arranging the supplies on the boat. From Manokwari, it was a nine-hour boat ride to Jamursba Medi.
|Rendani Airport, Manokwari|
|Overweight! Overweight! Natlie trying to figure out how to load our stuff. :)|
|This is what the boat we'd be sitting in looks like. Nicknamed the spider by Manjula.|
|At the fish market. Fresh yellow-fin tuna.|
Anyway, it was an uneventful day filled with lots of snoozing on the boat. After capturing some of the scenes, I figured I’d catch up on sleep. Besides, it was about the only thing you could do and it would help kill time. The 9-hour boat ride gave me a sense of how big the island of Papua really was. And perhaps it is also this fact that has managed to reduce the amount of development these isolated beaches received therefore making it still a haven to wildlife. It wasn’t really an open sea boat ride and we were always right by the coast and one thing that I found interesting is once we got out of Cenderawasih Bay, you see very little development on the island. It’s jungle cover all the way to the beach. It’s a very big contrast from places like Japan which has golf courses visible from air as far as the eye can see and even Malaysia where you see beach side resorts once you get close to land.
The boat ride didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it would be as it was wide enough for two to lie down side by side and it was also long. And as soon as we got out of the bay, the boatmen put up a makeshift cabin out of specially made 90-degree angled wooden supports and a tarp.
|Shelter from the elements...|
|Village along Cenderawasih Bay.|
|This is what Heri was doing for pretty much the first 30 - 45 mins...|
|This... Is Papua!!!|
|Toward the setting sun...|
We were greeted by Ricky, the local project manager, who also happened to be doing his PhD in Alabama and was probably in his early forties. There were another 6 – 7 guys in their early twenties. All graduates from UNIPA’s marine program, with Vidzond being the odd one out as he was fairer than the rest… hmmm… sounds like a line out of Snow White. Anyway, while most of the crew were from Papua, Vidzond hailed from Moluccas… or Maluku. Which explained his unique features. Like Heri, everyone was friendly and most of them had already met Manjula the year before but I guess I stuck out like a sore thumb. It was like being in Nigeria once again, walking into a lecture hall filled with Nigerian lawyers. Ricky later said that they were all surprised that an Ongkor (not sure how that’s spelt but it basically means a chinese business man from the city) would take a trip out here to this remote area and be doing the kinda things they’d be doing there.
But anyway, we quickly hauled off the luggage, first time I actually travelled with 30kgs of camping equipment, clothes and books (which I never even touched throughout the trip) and as it was starting to get dark, Manjula and I were led to a clearing near the base station and were told that we could set up our tents there. It looked comfortable enough and clean as the crew had already tidied up the area. The crew’s tents were about 30 metres away. We were later informed that the area Manjula and I were given had ants which was why they setup their tents elsewhere… Really thoughtful, guys. Thanks!
Anyway, after tidying up and getting settled in, we had dinner and exchanged introductions. Wooo hooo… I was on the island of Papua!!!
|My home for the week...|
|Sunset at Batu Rumah...|