“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”
“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.