Posts Tagged ‘Kalemo’


What a spectacular place. White sandy beaches with clear, blue, cool water. Fisherman villages with houses on stilts. Amazing views at every turn. Hello misters abound. We swam, snorkelled, ate fresh coconut, picked and ate fresh cloves, and we all changed our brake pads – the steep, muddy, rocky piste did it. Sulawesi.

Our idyllic beach

Our idyllic beach

Sulawesi beach

Sulawesi beach


‘Terrorists.’
Our host mimed pointing a rifle at us.
‘They’re in the mountains, and along the other coast.’
Our road is OK. All roads crossing to the other side are out of bounds, as is the main road on the other side of the peninsula. It’s hard to believe – this place is so tranquil and the people are so lovely.

Here are some photos. No more words to describe cycling in paradise.

Mountain reflection

Mountain reflection

Boy in Sulawesi

Boy in Sulawesi

Steep rocky road

Steep rocky road

Steep rocky road

Steep rocky road

Bay

Bay

Our friends

Our friends


‘Can I say I love you?’
The little Ema pulled us away from the main road and into the village to visit her school.
‘You are very sexy. Can I hug you?’
Clement hugged her. So did I. She held her gloved hand up to her mouth to hide her giggle. At her school, we greeted the teachers and played chasee with the kids. Our first day in Sulawesi was amazing.

Clement and Ema

Clement and Ema

Mountains loomed just behind Tolitoli, and after 10km of flat and good road surface, the road degraded and started its up and down through the most beautiful landscape. The hills were covered with a tree we didn’t recognize until we looked closely. Yes! They are cloves. I ate one – an explosion of flavour. In each village the cloves were drying in the sun, and the air was perfumed by the lovely aroma.

Cloves

Cloves

The road passed through the mountains, and past flat plains – I think covered in water half of the time. The road was tiny with almost no traffic. When we stopped, the sound of silence was deafening. We were alone in this beautiful tropical paradise.

Clement

Clement

Water fields

Water fields

The evening saw the rain come, and we struggled up and down through the forest in the rain before retiring in a little collection of huts near the sea. We talked with everyone from the village in the light of the kerosene lamp inside the tin roofed wooden hut on stilts.