Luxe is translated to something expensive, high quality, and most likely worth a lot of money or something worth robbing. In many ways, I agree on this definition. But of course, luxe is a matter of perspective.
On the other hand, there are many other definition of luxe. I also believe luxury can also translate to items made with hard and detailed manual work like any designer’s or artist’s creation. It takes a lot of love, sweat, and tears, to make beautiful objects, especially those that are involve generations of tradition. This FriFotos, we’re showcasing some luxurious Indonesian handicrafts by this definition.
There are so many types of cloths in Indonesia, most of which are manually weaved. Weaving in the checkers pattern wouldn’t be luxurious, but weaving 9-10 patterns on one cloth would be. It takes a lot of time, concentration, and backaches, to make beautiful cloth that probably would be challenging for any machine.
Traditional cloth from Sumatra Barat.
Every single ‘wayang kulit’ is hand made. Every curve, crevice, and component, is hand carved on leather or parchment to then also be manually painted. Although they seemed scattered all over Java, there is no denying that each pawn is special and shows a piece of its maker.
Indonesia is an oddly rich country. When in comes to minerals and gems, we kinda have a lot of them. Martapura is on of the cities that are well known to produce gems from mud holes (more here). Then there’s the polishing and design that makes these rocks into a beautiful element of luxury, or make someone beautiful. I’m sure the ladies know what I’m talking about.
Ivory dates way back to the ancestors of the Flores people. It was a man’s offering to wed a woman, but the value has decreased as ivory are no longer common. Bones are remains of their kill and livestock. With it, local craftsmen have made art out of those remaining on the island and surely, they don’t do mediocre work. Detailed and intricate work is applied on every item, which eventually defines the artwork than the value of the ivory or bone itself.
What’s most luxurious about these handicrafts is the fact that it’s made with traditional knowledge. It has now become more and more priceless, since it isn’t very popular amongst the next generation who prefer to be doctors and accountants (which isn’t a bad thing, just a matter preference). However, its luxurious value will always live because its disappearance will lead to another expensive set of items to be called antiques 🙂
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” This might be the appropriate saying for diving Laha port in Ambon, Maluku.
The scenery of Laha waters might not seem much on the surface. On any given day, the sights would be no less ordinary than locals gathering critters during low tide and fishermen smacking water during high tide to drive fish into his net.
However, it only shows just a glimpse of how rich the bay is of marine life. This quiet little port is the end of a rainbow for divers: a gleaming pot of gold! Put on the map by presence of one of the rarest frogfishes in the world, the Histiophryne psychedelica, Laha is home to other abundant weird looking creepy crawlies that can fascinate your wonders of what a ‘creature’ should look like.
Just a walk in from the navy accommodation that we used, our dive starts by a beach entry at the Laha Village. Although not spread like a carpet, the mucky floor presents itself with patches of lively coral swarming with fishes. It’s a rich sight and paying off the sweat and tears during the low tide beach entry of jagged rocks.Top: ghost pipe fish, pikachu. Middle: frogfish. Bottom: pipe fish, lion fish.
It takes just a little patience before diver can get excited. Some of the plenty life were the blue and black ribbon eel, lionfishes, scorpion fishes, shrimps, crabs and flounder fishes. The treasures, of course, were the odd looking folks. Yes, even stranger than the ribbon eel with its moustache. To name a few, we saw ghost pipe fish floating zombie-like through the water, frogfishes who thought they could camouflage themselves as a soft corals, the yellow moray eel, a mini cave full of shrimps and pipe fishes, leaf fish that was posing for a photo, and the oh-so-cute Thecacera Nudibranch, also known as Pikachu.#BarondaMaluku supporter Dayu Hatmanti & project leader Mad Alkatiri
There’s some good in Riyanni Djangkaru insisting the girls wearing fake eye lashes behind their masks. Though it was a hoo-ha load of preparation, it was worth it when we could express excitement by battering our lashes seeing the family of Mandarin Fishes. Our dive was official in the Maluku water! Oh Dragonets, how you’ve captured my heart!
– Bring a handful of carbon pills, as you would want to clean your digestive system after tasting port water.
– Bring your underwater flashlight. The night dive is not to be missed.Ferry is at work, shooting a dragonet
Pari Dive Center, Ambon. The contact person would be Mr. Muin at +62-81343092093. Diving package would be around IDR 1,300,000 per person, which includes 3 dives, one of them is a night dive. Equipment can be rented for IDR 350,000 per day per person. Do ask for the deal to stay at the accommodation at the entry point, which belongs to the navy.
For more read about diving Laha, head to Marischka Prudence’ blog with English text here.
It was on the Baronda Maluku trip, where I got some kind of ‘teaching’ (should you call it that) about looking beautiful while traveling, or anytime. I had the joy and honor to travel with some of Indonesia’s prominent TV personalities and divers: Riyanni Djangkaru, Marischka Prudence (Prue) and Dayu Hatmanti. Not only are they beautiful, they are also humble, ‘leaking buckets’ (a term used for very humorist), and had no problem of being outdoorsy.
What’s more is that these ladies know how to look fab and still have a good time when it comes to traveling. For them, when it comes to beauty, it’s not only about looking fresh and having fun with colors, it’s also about taking care of oneself, which also can be done between travel times. Can’t forget to use good quality products! It doesn’t have to be expensive as long as it loves the skin. When it comes to traveling, they’re out in the sun and getting in and out of the water, grabbing the experience, and living to the fullest.
With understanding of their skin, products, and medication, injuries are a minor price that they’re willing to take. Prue didn’t even fuss over her puss she suffered after scraping her knee somewhere in Ora Beach. Was she over traveling?
“Nggak, lah! (No way!)” she said, chuckling. I’m with her.
For all of the girls, which also included freelance journalist Atre and travel blogger Ajeng , it was a consensus without further reminding, to wear sun block almost everyday. Apparently, everybody wants to be looking beautiful while traveling and afterwards. The guys also coated us as they too understand the pain of an unwanted sunburn. It’s the basic. We travel, so we know the drill.
But of course, our beautiful TV personalities took beauty to another level. I’ve never seen so much make-up on a casual trip in my life! Compact powder, moisturizers, eye shadows (in several shades), lipsticks (in several shades), lip-gloss (in several shades and were water resistant), eyeliners, blush on, bronzers, cleansers, toners, lotions and soaps were some of the things I saw amongst the rubble of all our luggage. And on me.
I have to say, getting dolled up on a trip was a lot of fun. It was the first time I’ve ever dived with fake lashes and learning how these ladies smize (smile with your eyes) underwater. It was paired with extra waterproof eyeliner, mascara, gold eye shadow and waterproof lip-gloss. In between it all, I also dug up some of their beauty secrets like masks, serums and vitamins.
Looking beautiful is one thing, but for them, being fulfilled is the real goal.
– Have fun with colors. Note to self: not to fear a little make-up during traveling. It does make your pictures look good 🙂
– If you’re a fish like these women, be alert of using water resistant products for your travel. Not only can they survive the pool, they can also survive the sweat after you tan or do some heavy activities.
– Get to know other girls on your trip. You can swap make-up (should you not have a problem with it) and have more variation of colors.
Road trips are a test of friendship. Usually you come out loving or hating your travel mates. In this case, I didn’t murder anyone and I lived to tell this story, which overall pretty much says I love most of these dudes!
Dancing with Om Endi. Fun!
There were a lot of surprises during this trip. I’ve traveled with Lucia Nancy or Uci before and I though I knew her well. I thought! I think everyone on the trip will agree when I say, Uci has a dark side to her that have shocked us all. She has a true thick Betawi upbringing. I was amazed and had endless stomach cramps laughing at her silly antics with her Betawi accent and her sporadic comments on the road. Seems like there’s more to that girl even after 2 weeks in Indochina. That girl is silly I tell you!
It was definitely a ride being just one of the two girls on the trip. While the boys can talk about their toys all day, it was fun to crash their discussions with things out of their norm such as about dressing up, dieting on the road, being clean (especially in the car, men can be really messy), and the importance of having a good profile picture. I can only hope, we weren’t the Yoko Ono of the group and bring more fun times than trouble.
These automotive journalists were also a joy to know. Although we were new acquaintances, it felt like that we knew one another pretty well, probably since automotive journalists are regulars on the road. With much test-drive hours, it becomes easy to mingle as we have that same bug for traveling. They’re tolerant of slower services outside of Jakarta, they know how to maintain their good traveling mood for a long time, and they look out for each other. Their sense of humor is also one that I can relate to. It’s very basic bad jokes, so bad that it’s funny. If I could relate to that, there’s definitely something wrong with me. LOL!
Aside to that, they have taught me much about cars. I’m no automotive chick but having able to drive, I can catch on one or two things about it. In short, I can say that automotive world is a serious business, especially in a developing country. And although it might seem like a lot of glamour, it really is rocket science. There’s a lot of technical stuff going on behind the engines and it takes a real car enthusiasts to really understand the art of a vehicle. Bloggers meet automotive journalists are a bunch of geeks! Geeks, I tell you!!! (and we’re proud.)
As for my fellow bloggers, aside to teasing each other with deadlines and word count (we’re really geeky), it was great to find friends that were mutually interested in the destinations as much as the Terios at hand, whether it was the people, the food, or the culture.
A special thanks also goes out to Guntur, our contact person to Daihatsu, and Ibu Amel for the opportunity. May success be and with us all!
It has come to the end of our blog journey with Terios 7 Wonders. Although the trip had ended last week, we still communicate amongst us regarding photos exchange and reconfirming information. But now that the writing has come to the end, we are no longer friends in need. The sentimental feeling has just crept in. I dedicate this post to my road trip fellows. Time will tell if we’ll still be friends in the next part of our lives or not. I hope that we will still in touch. Until then, thank you for the fun and laughter. *shed a tear*
Most of the gang.
*This post is in accordance to the Terios 7 Wonders trip but the opinions are my own
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The 7 cars raced through Sumbawa as we still had a long way to go. We’ve been slacking on our schedule a bit as we made so many video shots of the cars on the road. While coming in late in the afternoon, we just happened to notice a mountain in the distance with rolling clouds coming down one side.
“On your right, you can see a spectacular mountain with clouds rolling down one side,” said Boski on the handy talkie with a soothing tone of a tour guide. Later on we learned that the mountain is called ‘Kuda Turun’ or ‘down horse’, as it looks like a horse sleeping on one side with its mane falling down. What a coincidence? A mountain of a horse on a land famously known for its small, yet fast, horses.
“Yep! Let’s stop somewhere and make a shoot,” Om Endi, the tour boss decided. Hence, an afternoon was spent in some random field.
As most of the journalists and drivers were busy preparing the shoot, I decided to finally unwrap my bubble-maker that I impulsively bought in Yogyakarta. Once stepping out of the car, I started bubbling. Predictably, I attracted most of the kids that were playing there. The children were fascinated with the device and had a lot of laugh just chasing the bubbles.
It’s always fun to talk to kids. They’re a bundle of joy and easy muse. They were like many kids in Indonesia, wondering of the bubble-making device, admiring Cherrybelle and Coboy Junior (Indonesian celebrities), asking me about my life, and what the big city is like. They asked me where I was traveling from and what’s going on. I told them that we drove from Jakarta and making videos and photos for TV and magazines, and they, too, might just be on TV. They were pretty ecstatic about it. Out of the wonderful ordinary children that they are, there was one thing that stole my heart.
When I gave my one and only bubble maker to the children, they happily accepted it. But in less than 5 minutes, all of them returned and gave the device back. I had insisted that it’s no big deal and I’ll live without it (oh drama!), they still refused to keep it. I didn’t understand. Why?
“No, Miss. Just take it back with you. If not, we’ll be fighting over it. It’s better you take it back.” My heart sank.
These kids returned the toy because they couldn’t share it. They refuse to fight over something over their friendship. This applied to almost everything we gave them. They even refused a few packs of cookies until I assured them that they could share the contents. Those that they can share, they accept. If not, they reject and return. That’s something you don’t see everyday in the city or anywhere for that matter, even in adults.
I was gobsmacked, tied between panic of the little time we had and utmost admiration! I didn’t know how to react to these adorable, yet, wise kids. There were so many things I wanted to ask them. But Boski called me and told me that we had to continue the trip. Sadly, all I could do was bid farewell and hope to see them again one day.
This was my most prized experience during this trip. Somewhere in the middle off Sumbawa, out of some random stop, I was, again, emphasized one of life’s most important lessons taught by the children that had never even seen a bubble-making gun. Sharing is caring! Could there be anything else more important in their lives?
*This post is in accordance to the Terios 7 Wonders trip but the opinions are my own
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There is no denying that you’ll find strange things when traveling. Much of the world is out of your norm, hence the slightest things can be different and interesting to one’s eye. A lot of these interesting things can be found at a destination. But what could be found in between destinations? Road trips are the way to explore both areas. During the Terios 7 Wonder road trip, I found just that, from the weird to the wonderful. Although I’m an Indonesian, I’m still surprised of my findings in my own country. Here are a few of my favorites.
People do what they can to start a business. Goods is primary to, well,… interior design. I guess this is what shopaholics feel when shopping. Captivated in their store. Support local business, y’all!
During our convoy of Terios cars, we used a handy talkie to stay in contact with all cars. In between the information on overtaking trucks, buses, and motorcycles without lights, we were also entertained by an acting announcer, that really catered to our request to say hello to each other and poem reading, truck driver style. LOL! It couldn’t be tackier. What’s even weirder was its studio, which was at the back of a car. Voila!
Not too sure what’s going on in this restaurant, located not far from Kebumen. It had so many things going on, from magic trick shop, this love podium for supposedly love birds, a stage, a massage chair (which is understandable), and a mini pool of fishes that eat your dead skin (a fish spa). It was like stepping in to a mini amusement park. Our dinner was pretty entertaining.
Those skin-eating fishes are really ticklish. I sweat just trying to bare them more than 2 minutes.
These colorful cycling contraptions are pretty hype in Indonesia at the moment. You can easily find them in big cities as entertainment for the common people. Ohohoho… it was for us! In Yogyakarta we happened to stumble into heaps of these colorful and decorative wonders. Interestingly, some are pretty modern looking. We might have guessed that this was the Daihatsu Ayla version. If not, well, Daihatsu could start adapting their design ‘cause surely nothing beats pimpin’ neon lights.
The picture says it all. Better not get in to trouble with the locals.
There is a lot of sugar cane on the main road of East Java. I happened to meet and had small talk with a truck driver. His load at a gas station and had small talk. His truck was loaded with 17-18 tons of sugar cane. That’s a lot of sugar! What’s best is his truck’s name is Bachelor. He laughed when I told him what it meant. He easily replied, “We’re all bachelors when driving a truck.” Word!
There’s bound to be some. I’m amazed on how people can find such positions to sleep. It’s skill indeed.
There’s one thing I’ve learned about traveling and taking beautiful pictures on the road. When taking photos of landscapes in Indonesia, you sometimes can’t help have cables pass through. It might be a deal breaker at first, but think about the good electricity some village is enjoying. I’ve learned to embrace the meaning of cables running through my photos.
There are more things to see when traveling on land. I’ve always believed that seeing the country in detail is best done on the road, hence with a road trip. I’m going to leave you with a few more pictures from the road. So, when’s your next road trip?
Me Tarzan, this is straw!
The veins says it all.
It’s a viking!
Horses want to go to Convention Halls too! Horsie is too cute.
*This post is in accordance to the Terios 7 Wonders trip but the opinions are my own
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Sade Village in Rambitan, was our next destination. This traditional village is located in the middle of Lombok Island and has maintained much of its old way of life. From maintaining the traditional houses, weaving, collecting rice in their storage, dances, hitting each other with rattan for sports, all are still applied within their daily lives. The most interesting tradition that they have kept, for me, has to be about the marriage. They marry within their families, and eloping is the only way to do it, and it’s legal.
Another activity that we did was a CSR gig of the Daihatsu at a nearby school, which involved speeches, kids and the works. It was so sweet to see the kids put on a show for the Daihatsu officials (and us as guests). There was a play about the South Lombok legend and it was in English. A for effort! Another act that caught my attention was a choreographed poem reading. I found it a little weird, to be honest, but still, another A for effort.
After this we headed to the beaches, the most anticipated part of the day… for me.
I’ve redefined my understanding of ‘hidden paradise’. All this time I thought that a ‘hidden paradise’ means somewhere off the beaten track, that people don’t know much about; somewhere secret. This can probably still apply. But after my visit to the fifth wonder of this journey, I’ve come to realize that a hidden paradise is not just about staying out of popularity. It’s more about how hidden the locations really are. The beaches that we visited were gaining popularity little by little, but it takes a lot of effort to reach them! They’re hidden. Driving for hours amongst the possibility of getting lost several times are what one must risk of experiencing in search of these paradises. Admittedly, Terios did help us get to these paradises in one… or most of our pieces.
Tangsi Beach or Tanjung Ringgit is located on the south east coast of Lombok Island. When heading south, Lombok turns dry and arid. During this month of October, trees barely have any leaves, the scene was yellowish brown, and another layer of dust covered our cars. It took us about an hour on a broken road to get to this beach.
Though Lombok is only a strait away from Bali, the green scenery surprisingly stops in Bali. Lombok is brown. But amongst this brown land, Tangsi Beach comes in with its fresh blue ocean with its pink sands. Although not as pink as the pink beach on Komodo Island, it’s still as girly of a color as sand can be!
Two hours later, we were chasing the sunset at Selong Belanak Beach. Rushing to get that perfect sunset, we arrived just when the sky turned pinkish. There wasn’t much to do for the media guys as there wasn’t much light left to take scenic pictures, but there’s always time for me to enjoy a great sunset.
So, as popular Tangsi or Tanjung Ringgit Beach (pink beach) and Selong Belanak are, I still consider them hidden destinations; a treasure at the end of a treasure hunt.
It has been races against time to catch that perfect sunset during this trip, as that day to Selong Belanak. But again, with so much to do for the Daihatsu Terios campaign, we raced Selong Belanak a little too late for an afternoon dip.
HOWEVER! We arrived during the very low tide having the ocean fall out far. After taking a few shots, I couldn’t help myself to run out and chase the waves. It was a good 100 m of flat sands and gentle rippling of water coming in. I ran on the beach, bombed every photo I could, and got my feet wet like there was no tomorrow. The sunset was a perfect combination of blue, orange and pink. And with the company of good new and old friends, it seems like there was nothing more I that I could ask for. Yeah, I was in paradise!
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By this day, I knew more of my bigger traveling family, which are drivers, winners of the Terios 7 Wonder blogging competition, and a few reporters from automotive media; some are pretty senior. It’s interesting to travel with this type of journalists. I’ve learned that these guys are people that do a lot of tours (long distance car-testing trips) and are used to living on the road. They’re not people who work from the desk; they’re out and about. Hence, they have a sense of humor that I can relate to. I seldom laugh my head off listening to them communicate on the handy talkie.
“When the chicken crossed the road, why didn’t it look both ways? Because his eyes are on the side of its head.” This is an example of the bad jokes that I had to deal with a long the road. It’s so bad, it’s funny.
Honestly, the trip is getting a bit boring for me. I enjoy the lack of responsibility as a passenger and the awesome view, but this is the longest trip I’ve done not doing anything on the road but sit. Once I did something, I ended up denting one of the Terios cars! I admit to my mistake. Sorry, Daihatsu!
I was pretty surprised with some of the sight I saw on the road. I’ve never been on this route before and I lost my breath a few times. Semeru Mountain, being the highest on Java is no doubt over powering everything and interestingly macho, visible from all sorts of angle. Trenggalek turned out to have an awesome valley, different to anything I’ve seen so far on this trip as the vegetation was more brown and dry.
Ranu Pane was our end destination this time. We arrived during the night and couldn’t see anything aside to our tents that were located beside a lake. We had the chance to have dinner at the local assembly room, which is a small common house called ‘Pawon’, which means ‘kitchen’ in Javanese. A stove is placed in the middle of the room for minor cooking and to heat up the room. In rural Indonesia, communal life is the way to go. We were lucky to enjoy this intimate place as we know that not everyone can.
We sat down around to listen to the story the locals, told by Pak Lutfi, a lecturer from Malang. Unfortunately, there are a few sad stories behind Semeru Mountain. Lately, the mountain has gained more popularity, which causes more trash and has become a problem. Apparently, many hikers separate their love of nature to just hike and not take their trash down. Of course there are other problems in this village such as the lack of water, but the waste problem is an impact from outsiders. It’s something that we all should be aware about when visiting Ranu Pane, or any destination for that matter. I guess this was the motive for providing wastebaskets made of used tires to the locals. Pretty cool!
We camped on the side of Ranu Pane lake with tents that were already prepared. We couldn’t see where we were as we arrived at night; only knowing that we were beside the lake. Sleeping was both good and bad. Good because I could really fall into deep slumber, and bad because it was freakin freezing and the air was thin during the night. I woke up every time I had to change my position. In between these deep sleeps, I was tortured trying to inhale as much air that I can. But, it was a refreshing feeling. It’s been a while since I’ve woken up on a mountain. I do miss that crisp chill and the foggy breath in the morning. As cold and hard as that night was, I’m not going to say never to mountains.
Ranu Pane is beautiful and obviously a paradise, although not as hidden to those that love to hike. It’s a small lake in the middle of a small village and plantation. It looks similar to Dieng, but a lot more compact as some of the valleys are tight. The extra oomph to everything is the sight of Semeru Mountain stretching to the sky in the distance. It is truly majestic. Although I still might not have that urge to climb Semeru, I’ve changed my mind for Ranu Kumbolo, the next lake to Semeru after a 6-hours of relaxing walk. Now I’ve reconsidered reaching just Ranu Kumbolo, and that is a part of Semeru.
The really great dinner that night deserves a shout out, as it was part of a culinary paradise. Cooked by the locals, we had what was considered a feast. Our menu was as simple as grilled chicken, cauliflower stem (which is really good by the way) and clear soup. Although simple, it was really really delicious, and I have 23 other people that can testify. The most adored item on the menu was the chili paste, which was uber hot and can double function as a laxative. It’s that deadly. It has now held a special place for every member of the road trip! *if you know what I mean*
*This post is in accordance to the Terios 7 Wonders trip but the opinions are my own
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Sharing is a concept embedded in the Indonesian culture since forever, as many cultures in the world. So, it’s not something new. From sharing the daily paper at the town center to sharing wealth through a 7 days wedding ceremony, all are based with the concept of sharing. Now, Comma Indonesia has taken it up a notch in the modern world on a lot of different levels. They just might be pioneers in the business of co-working space in Jakarta; the kind of place that could be really important to (especially) freelancers.
Indohoy doesn’t have an office just yet (let’s pray that we do one day), so on a so-called ‘freelance’ base for Indohoy, we decided to finish up a few things at Comma Indonesia.
*Sniff. The smell of productivity! *long inhale*
With working people around us, we tend to be more productive. One of the toughest challanges as a freelancer is having that productive ambiance. Determining your work hours is not an everlasting euphoria. There are those days *standing in a dark corner. As a blogger, a productive smelling room is uber important, along with an impeccable Internet connection. Because, of course, we can upload and access youtube for entertainment inspiration. That’s always very helpful.
Comma Indonesia already has a few regulars. On a few occasions I’ve met Ruby of the annoyingly good www.wanderbites.com, bumped into the Greeneration Indonesia team, and attended some travel related events such as the #Wegohangout and #Kelasjelajah held by Wego Indonesia. So, their network works pretty nicely with us. With so many free minds running around in one common space, there are a lot of potential of collaboration happening in the air. Who knows what happens when you talk to people with ideas? Magic could be in the air.
#Kelasjelajah with Windy Ariestanty
With people sharing tables, drinking water and toilets, collaboration is just a hello away.
Now days, freelancers mostly work at home or in a cafe, for the sake of Wi-Fi and the sense that other people exist in this world. However, sometimes cafes or restaurants just don’t cut it. You spend way too much money for food, distracted by cute guys and new fashion trends walking around. If it’s cheap, it’s usually mediocre to bad Internet connection. So why bother? Then there are the stares of waiters hoping you’ll tip a lot because you’ve hogged a table for so long and reduced their chance to get more tips from more customers. If not, you feel like it.
Comma Indonesia is an open work space (especially) for freelancers, which provides the 3 main things a freelancer needs: desks, electricity, and Internet connection. Power outlets are spread around the common space, ready for a ridiculous amount of gadgets. The Internet connection is stable. The room is well lit with sunlight. An interesting point for us is the different kinds of table that are pretty cute from the glass tables (which you can scribble with a white board marker), tall bar tables with stools, and ping pong tables just in case sombody gets bored. Yes, a toilet is also available, by the way, along with the luxury of a cool AC. No excuses, hey?!
There is a pantry in the corner, which can cater to your kitchen utensil necessities. A rain dance wouldn’t be necessary because there is a free flow dispenser for hot, cold, and room temperature water. Awesome! Personally, the best thing about this pantry is that it has one of those expensive coffee machines, complete with its barista for your caffeine calls. Perfecto! (You’d have to pay for these coffee though.)
As a sucker for free food, I’m sold with Comma’s idea of co-eating, where people can share their excessive food to all the attendees. On numerous occasions, the pantry table has become a pot of gold for the hungry as well as a great place to introduce new food products. It’s kinda like a daily open potluck working to my advantage, muehehe… . Actually, it seemed like it looked more advantageous for Ajeng of Backpacker Notes as she hogged most of the sweet banana chips, when we were working there for the Baronda Maluku project. Free cupcakes, wasabi nuts and chips were da’bomb during work.
If you’re looking for other options of food, fear not! There are a lot of restaurants within the vicinity to choose from. Comma can also provide names and companies that can do delivery services and you can chow down your grub while working hard making a business plan. Sounds promising!
To work at Comma Indonesia, you’d have to pay IDR 50,000 / person / 2 hours or IDR 200,000 / person / day, which includes free mineral water, instant coffee and tea. For more information and bookings you can drop them a visit to www.comma-indonesia.co.
If sharing is caring, than this place cares a lot!
It’s easy to spend 6 hours working here (easier than in my day job office), especially when you’re doing something you love. Time flies when you’re having fun. And we haven’t even got started on the pingpong table and the WII. Next time, maybe.
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Waterfalls are everywhere in Indonesia. With chains of mountains covered that are covered by tropical forests, you’re bound to find water spurting out somewhere, somehow. I’ve seen a bunch of waterfalls while traveling. Most of them are pretty nice, which are great for water fights, getting your feet wet, and to cool down your sights with a lush view. As much as I’ve seen them, as a water sign, I never really can say no to them (or anything else for that matter, thanks to my healthy curiosity). Although rare, I’ll never know where I’ll find some impressive ones like the multi-layered Saluopa Waterfall in Central Sulawesi and the humongous Curug Malela in West Java. Considering the odds of finding a ‘wow’ waterfall, I didn’t expect much heading out to the Madakaripura Waterfall, which was predetermined on the itinerary. I should have never underestimated Explore Solo’s recommendations.
The Madakaripura Waterfall is located in the Sapih Village, Lombang, and is the biggest waterfall in East Java. Honestly, hearing this info didn’t really impress me much. The biggest doesn’t mean it’s the best. So, I kept my expectations light and followed the group scattering upstream a small stream for about 30 minutes into a gorge that closed in towards the end. We had to cross creeks and slightly struggle keeping balance passing slippery rocks. We had casualties but nothing serious; just a few pouts of regret underestimating the importance of appropriate feet apparel and cautions on where to step.
Colorful prayer cloths hanged across the gorge coming into our destination; a sign of sacred grounds. I keep my utmost respect for areas like this and remind myself not to swear and have bad thoughts. (Things happen in the wild, you know?!) Madakaripura is said to be the last place of Gajah Mada, a legendary military leader and prime minister of the ancient Majapahit Empire. Hence the name Madakaripura, which means Mada’s final residence. I had interests to see where his life ended. As locals tell it, Gajah Mada chose this waterfall to spend his final days meditating. It’s also said that he disappeared here into a state of moksha. Freaky!
Dude! Considering things weren’t as exposed as they are now, that Gajah Mada must have been some awesome traveler to find a spot as hidden as this. He was so off the beaten path. But then again, he had to find somewhere epic to die.
The walls of the gorge were covered with moss and crawling greens. Excess water spilled over it forming a thin curtain of mist. That’s when I could feel my clothes getting damp. Being elevated at 620 meters above sea level could only mean one thing. C. O. L. D. B. R. R. R. Brrr… Things started to get exciting as we walked through this misty gate and started to hear the rumbling water. By the end of the walk, I dropped my jaw.
Madakaripura Waterfall is located at the end of the gorge, within a tubular shape cliff. It wasn’t gushingly huge, but by-golly was it tall! The estimated 200 meter fall caused the water to gather within the tube creating a very wet space. The fall was contained in a pool-like rock. We were pretty fortunate to visit during clear water, creating a mysterious dark blue pool. During wet season, the water turns brown. Parts of the secluding wall were covered in moss, while other parts exposed the bare and smooth cut rock. The mist created a black surface making the room feel tight. There is a ledge about 10 meters up that is said to be Gajah Mada’s meditating spot. In his days of magical martial arts, it would be a no brainer to get up there without any tools. In modern technological days like these, it’s a brain puller.
Pretty much soaked by freezing mist, I look up to the sky through the rock tunnel. By just looking up, I could easily ignore the sound of my chuckling travel mates as they dissolved easily by the roar of the splattering water. I thought, ‘How could I have missed this little piece grand nature for so long?!’
Aside to the colorful cloth we saw earlier, we also so some offerings on the side of the pool. The Madakaripura is a sacred place for the Tengger people, especially during our visit of the Yadnya Kasada festival. The water from this waterfall is used in the ceremonies. Since I was already soaking from the cold mist, I though I might as well jump in the water. And yet again, I was wrong! It was pins-and-needles cold. Habrrrr… And I peed in the pool. It was too hard not too. Don’t worry! I peed responsibly. The people had already collected the water they needed earlier that day. So I still held my utmost respect for the place. And so you know, I changed my entire attire before heading to the next destination. I’m still a lady, you know.
Here are pratical information that might help your trip:
– You need private transportation to get there. There aren’t any public transport. You might get away with not having a guide with you. You can try your luck.
– Ticket fares for international visitors are IDR 50,000 (August 2012) which already included a guide. Be aware there are a lot of miscommunications about guides here. Make sure you only have one guide with you when traveling to the fall. If there’s a second, make it clear that you do not need him.
– Wear shoes or sandals that won’t slip easily on wet surfaces.
– You will get wet. If not, get wet! It’s a great sensation. Wear your suim suit underneath your clothes and bring extra clothes to change in. Please be aware that you can not swim just with your bikini on as this is a sacred spot for the locals.
Have fun, you guys! Brrrr…