the light house, centre piece of Colonia del Sacramento

the light house, centre piece of Colonia del Sacramento

Quaint little town with lovely historical centre, stuck in time

Established as far back as 1680 by the Portuguese to provide an alternative to the Spanish domination of the Rio de la Plata, and the vice-royalty of the same name, Colonia del Sacramento, or Colonia for short, soon became a smuggler’s paradise for those aiming to circumvent Spanish taxes. Which, of course, instantly made it a take-over target, leaving  Spain and Portugal (and apparently, Britain, too) fighting for years to try to control this strategically located little town, until it finally became independent in 1828 as part of newly established Uruguay. And since then, nothing happened anymore, it seems.

 

cobbled streets and old, colonial houses

cobbled streets and old, colonial houses

plentiful little squares with terraces, empty on the winter weekday

plentiful little squares with terraces, empty on the winter weekday

the streets lamps fit in the scenery, although they may be a relatively recent addition

the streets lamps fit in the scenery, although they may be a relatively recent addition

the draw bridge, original entry to the walled town

the draw bridge, original entry to the walled town

No tarmac here, no highrise. The historical centre still supports cobbled streets, old colonial houses, a multitude of delightful little plazas (squares) surrounded by ancient trees, a draw bridge dating from 1745, and a church from 1808, all tastefully restored. The centre piece is a 19th century light house, built on the ruins of an 18th century convent, which can be climbed all the way to the top for splendid views. And all of this in a laid-back, unhurried atmosphere.

the church, originally from 1808

the church, originally from 1808

another tree-lined part of a street

another tree-lined part of a street

cellars of the Baston del Carmen, an old factory and wharf

cellars of the Baston del Carmen, an old factory and wharf

To be honest, after an hour or two, three at the most, you have seen the old town – unless, of course you spend time on some of the many terraces in the squares, which could easily take an equal amount of time. The next thing to do, is to rent a bike – or a golf cart, another one of these quaint habits in Colonia – and head out east along the Ramblas, an attractive coastal boulevard.

the Plaza de Toros, the bull ring from 1910

the Plaza de Toros, the bull ring from 1910

the fronton, a falling-apart stadium for a Basque ball-game

the fronton, a falling-apart stadium for a Basque ball-game

the stands along the hippodrome, Colonia’s ancient race course

the stands along the hippodrome, Colonia’s ancient race course

Some eight kilometres further is the Plaza de Toros, nowadays unfortunately closed to the public because of imminent danger of collapse, but even from the outside still an impressive structure. The more so if you realise that in this 1910 construction there have been only eight bull fights conducted, because the Uruguayan government banned the sport in 1912. Do they finally build something new, is it obsolete within two years! Not that anybody thought of changing its role, or pulling it down, afterwards. Near the bull ring is also a Fronton, a stadium for a Basque ball game (why on earth they have it here, I don’t know – it is equally falling apart), and a hippodrome, which at least seems to be used occasionally. All together an interesting complex of sports venues, well worth the trip.

Which sums up all of Colonia, really. Well worth the trip, but don’t spend too much time here: a day, or a day and a night, is enough for even the most enthusiastic traveller.

to enhance its stuck-in-time atmosphere, Colonia also has several vintage cars parked in its streets, most of them not going anywhere anymore

to enhance its stuck-in-time atmosphere, Colonia also has several vintage cars parked in its streets, most of them not going anywhere anymore

pole at the boat landing jetty of Tanjung Issuy

pole at the boat landing jetty of Tanjung Isuy

Somewhat run-down Dayak village at the edge of the lake, supporting a fine longhouse and lots of hampatongs

 

Tanjung Isuy is, according to our guide book, the most popular and most often visited Dayak village in the Mahakam area. Hmmm. The village is somewhat run down, and looks depressive, with many of the houses boarded up, if not falling apart. Located at the edge of the Lake Jempang, one arrives at a jetty, but soon sets foot on firm ground. A dirt track leads into the village, and to the longhouse – lamin in local language -, which serves as tourist accommodation.

 

entrance to the longhouse

entrance to the longhouse

patongs in the longhouse yard

patongs in the longhouse yard

another good example of a patong

another good example of a patong

patongs are also placed in front of ordinary houses

patongs are also placed in front of ordinary houses

one of the older, and more attractive houses in Tanjung Issuy

one of the older, and more attractive houses in Tanjung Isuy

board walk towards the other side of the village

board walk towards the other side of the village

A longhouse is the traditional centre of a Dayak community, shared by many families who occupy a room, or just a part of the longhouse partitioned off with a curtain or something. But the tradition is fading, people can afford their own house these days, and many of the longhouses are falling in disrepair. But with government support some, like the one in Tanjung Isuy, have been restored, and given a new life as tourist centre, complete with dance performances and, in this case, accommodation. But it is low season, and there are no tourists, and thus no dance performances.

The longhouse, as well as many of the other houses in the village, is decorated with patongs – wooden sculptures, of a rather coarse nature. Patongs, or Hampatongs, are the collective name of Dayak sculptures of ancestors and super-natural guardians, the protectors against evil spirits and illness. They are usually placed along the paths towards villages, and in front of houses.

From Tanjung Isuy it is a short trip to the mouth of the Sungai Ohong, one of the most scenic tributaries of the Mahakam (or jump to the next Dayak village, Mancong).

view of the village, from across inundated flats at the other end of the board walk

view of the village, from across inundated flats at the other end of the board walk

the view from our canoe, of Danau Jempang

the view from our canoe, of Danau Jempang

Large, shallow lake teeming with fish and birds turns out to host a board walk village, too

standard means of transport around the lake, with individual sun roofs

standard means of transport around the lake, with individual sun roofs

Around Muara Muntai are several shallow lakes, varying in size depending on the water levels. We explored Danau Jempang, to the south of the main Mahakam River, a vast expanse of water obviously supporting a significant fish population. Various types of fishing nets are everywhere, and with them come the fish-eating birds. The area is supposed to be a huge reed growing area, but we didn’t see a lot of evidence for this, either because the reed had been harvested, or perhaps because the water level was so high that we only saw the tops of the reed plants – it looked more like weed to me than anything else.

fishing nets along one of the channels towards the lake

fishing nets along one of the channels towards the lake

more fishing nets

more fishing nets, being checked by a local fisherman

herons profiting from the nets

herons profiting from the nets

another one, looking for opportunities

another one, looking for opportunities

the village in the middle of the lake

the village in the middle of the lake

well-constructed houses, and a range of satellite dishes

well-constructed houses, and a range of satellite dishes

In the middle of the lake – in the middle of nowhere, really – suddenly appears a village, Jantuk or something like that, a surprisingly affluent place, completely on stilts, board walks between various neighbourhoods connected by lots of little canoes that go back and forth. I would find it quite disturbing, if you can never walk on firm land, but the villagers don’t seem to be bothered, they are all enthusiastically waving at us, visitors.

an unidentified structure in the middle of the lake

an unidentified structure in the middle of the lake

Past the middle-of-the-lake village, it is another half an hour, or so, to Tanjung Isuy, the next stop on the Virtual Tour.

and no structure at all, anymore, just lake

and no structure at all, anymore, just lake

women selling from their bicycles on the main board walk of Muara Muntai

women selling from their bicycles on the main board walk of Muara Muntai

Quintessential Mahakam River village, with board walks and houses on stilts

the wooden houses, colourful, are connected to the board walk system

the wooden houses, colourful, are connected to the board walk system

motorbikes parked in front of the local school complex

motorbikes parked in front of the local school complex

 

There are no streets in Muara Muntai. The village is built over frequently inundating flats bordering the river, all the houses are on stilts, and in between the houses a network of board walks has been constructed. Over which one can walk, but which are equally suitable for mountain bikes, and the ever-present motorbikes. Especially the sound of passing motorbikes is noticeable, as if a tank comes along.

 

 

 

another view of the main dual carriage board walk

the main dual carriage board walk

a window

a window

local chicken stall

local chicken stall

and the fish grill – note the fan, high-tech solution to keep the charcoal going

and the fish grill – note the fan, high-tech solution to keep the charcoal going

In the centre of the village, which is surprisingly big, the board walk is even double carriage way, although the concept, of separate directions of traffic, proves totally alien. Shops border the ‘street’, bicycle-based stalls are placed in the middle. Individual entrepreneurs sell a fabulous form of cup cakes, others provide grilled fish, and the market has a wide variety of ingredients. Well supplied, for a rather remote settlement.

Of some concern to us – but obviously not to the villagers – is the habit of throwing all the rubbish off the board walk, into the water. I suspect that the sewerage system of individual houses works similarly simple, based on the assumption that the river will take care of it. Which is doesn’t, or at least not now, with a fairly high water level. Everything is floating around, yet nobody seems to be worried; children happily play in the shallow water.

Muara Muntai is the perfect introduction to Mahakam River villages, and a great base for exploring the surrounding lake district, starting with Danau Jempang, the next stop on the Virtual Tour. (Great place to arrange local transport, too, by the way, much better than in the villages away from the main river, like Tanjung Issuy or Mancong.)

at the fringes of the village, birds

at the fringes of the village, birds

one of the many shining new mosques in Tenggarong

one of the many shining new mosques in Tenggarong

Large and affluent town on the Lower Mahakam River

We didn’t get off at Tenggarong, just touched the shore  at the kepal biasa landing place. Lots of people joined the boat, and many hawkers offered food and drink. Tenggarong is a rich town, lots of big houses and shining new mosque domes, as well as a huge, and horrible statue of winged golden elephant – presumably in memory of the original Hindoe Kingdom Mulawarman, of which next to nothing is left after a Muslim invasion established the Kutai Sulatanate.

The most striking characteristic of this town, pretty large, is that although there is a bridge across the river, it seems that all transport, cars, motorbikes and people, goes by ferry, hundreds of which plough from one bank to the other.

Back to the Mahakam River, or start the Virtual River Tour.

 

one of the many cross-river ferries

one of the many cross-river ferries

not all the boats on the river are big

not all the boats on the river are big

chicken transport along the quay in Tenggarong

chicken transport along the quay in Tenggarong

herons take possession of an empty coal loading station along the Lower Mahakam River

herons take possession of an empty coal loading station along the Lower Mahakam River

Major Bornean highway offers a view of the industrial activities, as well as river-side villages and wildlife, away from the buzz. Take the virtual tour!

For the connoisseurs, the Mahakam River is one of those legendary rivers that took a lot of effort and courage to reconnoiter in the 19th Century. Perhaps not of Congo or Nile stature, but still sufficiently challenging to entice explorers into the adventure. The problem with the Mahakam, at the time – we talk second half of the 19th Century and the beginning of the 20th – was twofold: the mouth and the area immediately inland was controlled by the Sultan of Kutai, a rather treacherous individual with his own agenda (not unusual for the time), and wherever the Sultan did not control the area, further upstream, the Dayaks roamed around, primitive tribes feared for their cannibalism.

kapal biasa, the river ferry

kapal biasa, the river ferry

Nowadays traveling the river is less dangerous. Samarinda, the seat of the Sultan, has been incorporated into present-day Indonesia, and so have the Dayaks. There are tour operators, of course, and one can use comfortable house boats to visit the more accessible parts of the river. To some of the places – but not all – you can even get by car, and some of the numerous mines along the river are serviced by private planes of the bigger mining companies. But the real thing is to use public transport, which comes in the form of what is called the kapal biasa, a river ferry that runs as far as the water level allows it to run, and stops at the main population centers (and in the middle of the river, if necessary). For shorter excursions away from the main river you can then hire a ces locally, a wooden canoe with outboard engine. Plenty of villages along the way, for accommodation and food. The one key requirement is that you travel light.

more passengers, joining the kapal biasa mid-river

more passengers, joining the kapal biasa mid-river

the upper deck sleeping quarters of the kapal biasa

the upper deck sleeping quarters of the kapal biasa

structure of the coal loading station

structure of the coal loading station

 

 

If you think a trip on the Mahakam is going to take you through 900 km of pristine jungle, think again. The Mahakam has been a source of minerals, coal and hardwood for as long as people can remember. And it shows: all along the river, but especially the downstream part, huge conveyor belts transport coal to metal jetties where barges are being loaded almost continuously, the full ones being towed away to be replaced by another empty hull. All those barges travel up and down the river, too, controlled by one or more tow boats. Business seems insatiable: plenty of barges and tow boats are being built in the multiple shipyards of Samarinda and Tenggarong, along the lower ranges of the Mahakam.

 

modern conveyor belts load coal barges

modern conveyor belts load coal barges

coal barge traveling down river

coal barge traveling down river

another coal barge

another coal barge

tow boat next to a coal barge

tow boat next to a coal barge

logging barge

logging barge

 

Logging is big business, too. Swarms of logs, tied together as rafts, float down the river; lots of them are being processed, too, in the many sawmills downstream. The scars of the logging operations are visible on the banks further up. There is some form of control, a service that checks the sustainability of the logging process and of the firms operating here – we met some of the controllers on the way -, but how effective they are remains an open question.

Especially in the lower reaches, dredging is another important economic activity. Tens, if not hundreds, of small dredging platforms suck sand from the bottom of the river, heave it over in a little barge, and no doubt sell the product onshore to builders and others. Hard work!

and another platform and barge

and another platform and barge

dredging platform

dredging platform

All of this doesn’t mean that the Lower Mahakam River is unattractive. On the contrary, but it is not that pristine jungle, not the prolific birdlife one may have expected. There is lots of activity and lots of traffic on the river, here a really wide stream, and along the river banks industries alternating with villages on stilts, and the occasional patch of green. And the further one reaches upstream, the less developed the banks are, and the less populated.

some of the houses still have traditional architecture

some of the houses still have traditional architecture

houses on stilts along the river

houses on stilts along the river

more houses, and Indonesia’s favourite past-time: laundry

more houses, and Indonesia’s favourite past-time: laundry

Past Tenggarong, the second big town on the river, mostly noticeable for its busy traffic, and past the next big settlement, Kota Bargun – the place of a spectacular new bridge over the river, including a road through the low lying swamp supported by pillars, which disappears into the distance, seemingly leading to nowhere – one reaches the Middle Mahakam. Here settlements become rarer, and individual villages are now far and few between. Getting onshore, getting off the boat, off the kapal biasa, allows time to explore these villages, as well as the narrower tributaries and the lakes behind the main river. This is where the jungle reigns, once again, this is where the birdlife returns, monkeys populate the trees. And this is also the area of the Dayak villages, with spectacular longhouses decorated by wooden sculptures (patongs, or hampatongs).

 

The virtual tour: Below I have covered the Middle Mahakam River from Muara Muntai to Long Bagum, in fourteen individual entries. Each entry has its own bit of descriptive text, and some pictures, to provide you with a glimpse of what it means to travel the Mahakam River. (At the end of each entry a link takes you to the next, should you want to complete the whole virtual tour of the river.)

 

women selling from their bicycles on the main board walk of Muara Muntai

Muara Muntai

pole at the boat landing jetty of Tanjung Issuy

Tanjung Issuy

the view from our canoe, of Danau Jempang

Danau Jempang

The first typical Mahakam settlement is Muara Muntai, a boardwalk village on stilts, to raise it above the frequently flooding river plains. From here, small motorized canoes can take you to the nearby lake, Danau Jempang, a vast expanse of shallow water full of fish and with rich bird life. On the other side of the lake is Tanjung Isuy, a somewhat run-down village with a Dayak longhouse transformed into tourist accommodation and a great collection of wooden statues throughout the whole village.

Sungai Ohong River

Sungai Ohong

I would say the moustache of a real colonial office bearer, but apparently, or so I was told, the Dayaks themselves also grow such moustaches

Mancong

The Ohong River, or Sungai Ohong, is a small stream that empties into the lake. Traveling this narrow tributary is probably one of the most attractive trips one can make on the Middle Mahakam, on account of its rich wildlife. And the traveler is further rewarded by Mancong, another Dayak village upstream the Ohong, with another longhouse.

 

somebody’s boot, drying in the sun of Muara Paho

Muara Pahu

even the terra firma of Melak is, next to the river, inundated because of the high water levels

Melak

Back to the main Mahakam River the next village is Muara Pahu, essentially one long boardwalk and one street on tierra firma, with houses on stilts all along. Further upstream is Melak, a somewhat larger town with a lot of mining activity nearby, and with a road connection to towns like Samarinda.

 

hampatongs in front of the longhouse

Benung

entry to the longhouse in Eheng

Eheng

the small Catholic church of Barong Tongkok

Barong Tongkok

door panel of the meeting hall

Tering

The road network here also allows for excursions away from the river, for instance to the villages of Benung and Eheng, both with original Dayak longhouses. Barong Tongkok is a rather nondescript town, also away from the river, but worth mentioning because of its unique wooden sculptures of two missionaries. The next river town, still connected by road to Melak and the Dayak villages, is Tering, consisting of settlements on both sides of the river.

hat in Datah Bilang

Datah Bilang

meeting hall in Long Hubung

Long Hubung

fishing nets drying along the river bank in Long Bagum

Long Bagum

Close to Tering is Long Iram, where we didn’t stop, but from where one can get transport further upriver, to Datah Bilang and to Long Hubung, two more Dayak villages with more traditional architecture, before reaching Long Bagum, which is as far as we got (and also as far as the kepal biasa goes, by sufficiently high water levels)

 

With more time, and under favourable circumstances – like enough water in the river to clear the rapids, but not too much water, which makes the current too fast and dangerous -, one can continue further upstream, all the way to Long Apari. The kapal biasa doesn’t cover this stretch anymore, so you’ll need to find other means of transport. I am sure a ces can be rented to go upriver, step by step. We were offered a seat in a speedboat, for a cool one million rupiahs each (approx US$ 100), which would go all the way to Long Apari in one day, and the boat driver promised lots of excitement in the rapids. We declined the offer, with bleeding heart. There is only so much river we can handle, and honesty demands to admit that after several days, the Mahakam becomes a little monotonous. But it remains a formidable river, and traveling it is a great adventure – recommended for up to a week!

street corner in Samarinda

street corner in Samarinda

Frontier-atmosphere town at the mouth of the Mahakam River

Kalimantan, the Indonesian part of Borneo, is different. Here no rice paddies, no neatly kept gardens, no densely populated countryside. Instead, there is this frontier atmosphere. Roads are rough and unfinished, tracks disappear into the jungle, to mines, and even the main Balikpapan to Samarinda highway is no more than a two-lane affair. Houses seem to have been constructed in a hurry; many are still being constructed. The rubbish is back, along the road, and in the kampungs and the villages.

chicken seller, straight from the truck

chicken seller, straight from the truck

Samarinda fits the picture. Apart from a few fancy hotels and the inevitable malls, the town is mostly two-story buildings, run-down. Not much has changed over the years: Carl Bock, who traveled in Kalimantan in 1879, said of Samarinda “this is the most miserable place I have ever seen, the natives and their buildings correspond in squalor”. The town will have grown since Bock’s time, but the main activities still happen in a small center, next to the river. This is where the Pasar Pagi, the morning market that lasts the whole day, is, and where the main shops are, as well as the banks, the hotels and the few restaurants.

The only reason to come to Samarinda is to commence a trip up the Sungai Mahakam, the Mahakam River, an over 900 km stretch of water into the Bornean interior. Which is exactly what we came to do.

river side in Samarinda

river side in Samarinda

the place where the kapal baisas leave, the ferries that take you upriver

the place where the kapal baisas leave, the ferries that take you upriver

tomb cover in the Sawangan cemetery

tomb cover in the Sawangan cemetery

Unique cemetery with upright tombs, from a pre-colonial era

Somewhere in between the city of Manado and the Tangkoko National Park is a village called Airmadidi, adjacent to which is the suburb, or sub-village, of Sewangan. Here the Minahasans – the original, local population – have collected the remaining upright stone sarcophagi that characterized their ancient culture, but were banned by the Dutch colonial power from the 18th Century onwards.

The cemetery is full of those tombs, transported from all over the area and neatly arranged in rows – probably less authentic, but never mind, the place is rather unique. See the blog entry of our 2013 Indonesia journey for more text and photos.

the cemetery

the cemetery

black macaque and baby in the Tangkoko National Park

black macaque and baby in the Tangkoko National Park

National Park with few animals, but the ones you do see are just about worth the effort

 

The Tangkoko National Park (or Tangkoko-Batuangas-Dua Saudara NP, to give it its full name, after the three modest peaks in the park) is touted as one of the most accessible parks in Indonesia. And indeed, with a bit of ingenuity, one can reach the park comfortably, within a few hours from Manado or Tomohon.

 

 

two tiny tarsiers in a tree

two tiny tarsiers in a tree

a tarsier, unfazed by the presence of people

a tarsier, unfazed by the presence of people

The main attraction of the park are the tarsiers, tiny little primates – apparently the smallest in the world – with an incredible anatomy: retracting ears, heads that can turn 360o, and legs that can make them jump 10x their size. With a guide, they are easy to spot, because they apparently live in the same tree their entire life – and the guides know where these trees are. Don’t be surprised, however, if you have to move on after a while, because the next group of tourists is approaching: different guide but aiming for the same tree, same tarsiers.

kingfisher

kingfisher

a hornbill

a hornbill

another black macaque relaxing in the tree

another black macaque relaxing in the tree

an alpha male, friendly observing the intruder with camera

an alpha male, friendly observing the intruder with camera

plenty mushrooms in the damp undergrowth

plenty mushrooms in the damp undergrowth

without animals, the park is also quite beautiful

without animals, the park is also quite beautiful

The rest of the wildlife was somewhat disappointing, when we visited. Except for a group of black macaque monkeys, always fun to watch, we encountered a hornbill, high up in the trees, a kingfisher, far away in the trees, and a small green snake, the only animal we saw real close, to close for comfort in fact. But walking the park for a few hours, as long as you have little expectation of seeing animals, is nice enough. Except on a Sundays, when the guards seem to let in everybody, with cars, motorbikes, stereos and picnics for a beach party, a rather disturbing experience for other park visitors, as well as, I imagine, for the permanent inhabitants of the park.

If you are staying near the park, do take a walk along the beach of Batuputih, the village near the park entry. Very peaceful, very colourful.

a small green snake, but big enough

a small green snake, but big enough

 

fishing boats offshore Batuputih

fishing boats offshore Batuputih

Fishing boats on and off the splendid beach dominate this small coastal village

boats on the beach, as far as the eye can see

boats on the beach, as far as the eye can see

Next to the Tangkoko National Park is Batuputih, a small coastal village with a long, black beach, a shallow sea and an impressive range of fishing vessels, extending all around the wide bay. Just behind the thin range of dunes is the village itself, no more than a row of small houses and a few churches, but quintessentially Indonesian. And photogenic, of course.

the black beach, stretching along the wide bay

the black beach, stretching along the wide bay

the high water line, marked by rubbish like plastic bottles

the high water line, marked by rubbish like plastic bottles

the local beauty queen

the local beauty queen

fishing boat moored offshore, with series of lamps for night fishing

fishing boat moored offshore, with series of lamps for night fishing

goat contemplating whether to jump in the hammock

goat contemplating whether to jump in the hammock