“Hat hat hat
hat…” “Hat hat hat hat…” The warriors of Takpala shouted, whileThe Takpala’s
women singing a song and dancing in front of them, guiding us through the stone
stairs and a path to the center of the village.
“Awesome, but
the currents are so strong. I’m exhausted” talked about the underwater and the
currents at Hari Lolong.
“Yeah and we
docked against the currents flow”
“Haha, I got to
take some break, before reaching this boat”
“So, how?
Satisfied?“
“Yes, sure thing
and no regret when going back to Jakarta this afternoon”
“Haha… exactly!”
“Halo” the
Ternate’s kids greeted.
“Halo” “Halo”
“Halo” so many halo with ear-to-ear smiles and giggles.
Those story
chapters are still so clear in my memory. Those, what we would always talk
about, to share and would last forever. My memory of the journey to Alor Island
in Nusa Tenggara Timur Provence, my Indonesia.