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Ferry Crossing, Flores Indonesia Travel Photography

Ferry to Flores Indonesia The middle of the night passes unnoticed, and I am on the ocean. Over packed trucks sit below in a cargo hold, and their drivers pass time around me smoking cigarettes on cold metal benches.

The ferry ride, nine hours long seems like an eternity from my make-shift bed on the floor. The boat pushes forward through the night waves, and the sounds of the engine reverberate through the floor. My backpack props up my head, but I am not sleeping.

This is not comfortable or exotic or glamorous, it is the core of traveling. This is seeing a country like a local driver and his family. It is a pack of oreos for dinner and a night spent worrying that if you fall too deeply asleep your passport might not be packed between your camera gear in the morning. When you do wake up, kinda groggy, definitely grouchy, but a little in awe of the whole thing, well that is the feeling.

It is that feeling when the sunrises over Flores Indonesia as the ferry pulls into the harbor, and covered in dirt you've made it.

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[Photos taken on Ferry from Sape Sumbawa to Labuan Bajo, Flores Indonesia December 2012 | Canon 5D | 35mm]

Over the Postcard

In Labuan Bajo, Flores Indonesia the planes are like buses; there is no identification necessary to get on, and the pilots in a laid back manner call into the waiting room it is time to board. We’ve arrived here too early, and check in took less than ten minutes. I start to gather the things that in the last two hours of I've spread out around my chair at the single gate. It is really the end of the journey east.  

The mountains stretch out the window here, and the t-shirt clad airport authorities smoke out the back porch with the Indonesian passengers. Their cardboard boxes are tied tightly ready to carry-on.

I look out the tiny window of the plane hoping the sky stays clear enough this afternoon to see the archipelago from above. In front of me argues a couple of tourists with a giant wood carved Komodo dragon between them. They are trying to figure out the best way to get it in the overhead bin. I laugh because it is so ridiculous. But what is more ridiculous is that I am headed back to Bali, and that its almost time to go home.

 

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[Flores, Indonesia - Canon 5D | 35mm]

From The Road: Sunset in Sape

We arrive at the bus station late in the day as always, and negotiate for a motorbike ride. There is only one person there to negotiate with and there isn't much of a negotiation at all... there is no where to stay here.  

We pull into a line up of bikes waiting to fill their tanks in a town that feels as if it may have never seen tourists before, and we are on the road...

My driver keeps shaking my hand, and I can’t tell if he just wants to hold it or if he is just in awe of my white skin and freckles. I have two on my right hand, and they help me quickly tell left from right. I think it is hilarious that someone else finds them fascinating at all, but I can’t laugh as we are traveling at almost seventy kilometers an hour, and I’d rather he kept his eyes on the road.

We pass through villages, and roadside volleyball games. The mountains surround the road, and sunlight peaks through the clouds. We accelerate to eighty, and without sunglasses or goggles I am forced to close my eyes. My smile is still as wide as ever, and I wonder how many bugs I’ll swallow as we go whipping past.

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[Photo Taken:  Sape Sumbawa Indonesia December 2012]

The Darling Daughter of Adventure
Upon those travellers who make their way without maps or guides, there breaks a wave of exhilaration with each unexpected change of plans. This exhilaration is not a whore who can be bought with money nor a neighborhood beauty who may be wooed. She is a wild and sea-eyed undine, the darling daughter of adventure, the sister of risk, and it is for her rare and ephemeral embrace, the temporary pressure she exerts on the membrane of ecstasy, that many men leave home.
— -Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

 

On Tuesday evening I left for Indonesia for a few weeks. I will still be answering emails but please bare with me for the slight delay in response.

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