Garuda Indonesia Colours Magazine September 2016 | Page 103

Travel | Wakatobi © National Geographic Creative / Alamy Stock Photo 5 Senses – Taste KASUAMI Don’t leave without sampling doughy and delicious kasuami, a light breadlike local speciality made from cassava. Found in every community across Wakatobi, it is best eaten either with spicy coto Makassar beef soup or tangy sour fish soup. Wanchi’s early-morning fish market is an unusually vibrant place to see a mind-boggling variety of the inhabitants of Wakatobi’s rich waters. Jangan meninggalkan Wakatobi sebelum mencicipi kasuami yang lezat, sajian khas setempat, semacam roti yang terbuat dari singkong. Kasuami ini bisa ditemukan di setiap daerah di Wakatobi, yang paling pas untuk menemani Coto Makassar, yaitu sup daging pedas atau sup ikan kuah asam dengan rasa yang tajam. Pasar subuh Wanchi adalah tempat luar biasa hidup untuk melihat kekayaan laut yang mencengangkan. 101 I snorkelled on crystal reefs where the balmy water was so clear that it was possible to feel that I was floating in an invisible ether, rather than submerged in water. friends in the timber houses that colonised the reef. Some were raised on stilted legs over the water, like gawky herons, but others were balanced on manmade islets of coral. I realised that the migrant builders were in fact Orang Bajau. More commonly known to the outside world as ‘Sea Gypsies’, the Orang Bajau are one of countless ethnic groups that live (mostly settled lives these days) on remote coastlines from the Malukus to Myanmar. I’d met truly nomadic Sea Gypsies living in tented shanties alongside their little jerangka fishing outriggers while they followed the schooling fish northwards along the coast of East Sulawesi, and I’d swum with settled Sea Gypsy children in the Alor Islands, Borneo and Komodo. Once I did an assignment on the Sea Gypsies of Thailand, where they are often known as ‘Moken’. I’d hired a Thai translator for that story and, minutes into our first interview with a Moken headman, I’d stunned him by apparently speaking near-fluent Moken. (I allowed his astonishment to continue until I finally pointed out, later that afternoon, that I’d realised almost immediately that the language of the now sedentary Moken is almost entirely derived from Bahasa Indonesia.) The people of Southern Sulawesi were historically among the world’s great explorers, A Bajo elder repairing a fishing net. A Bajo spear fisherman sits in front of his house on stilts. and in ancient times they fanned out to colonise much of eastern Indonesia. It is possible that historians might never know the exact limits of their exploration, but these intrepid islanders (ancestors perhaps of the labouring men from Kaledupa) might even have sailed so far as to colonise Madagascar, more than 8,000km away across the fearsome depths of the Indian Ocean. As I changed boats at the little jetty in Tamboeloeroeha town, I realised that some local place names – Kampenaune, Tolandano, Mount Sampuagiwolo – were strangely reminiscent of names I remembered from my Madagascar travels. Now, on Hoga Island, I checked in to a tiny beach-front bungalow, tied my hammock up near the shoreline and settled down for a couple of blissful days of beach-bumming on a deserted strip of sand 1,000km from the packed beaches of Bali. I walked almost the full way around the island without seeing another foreign face, although a handful of friendly local kids teamed up to act as impromptu guides. The smallest had to be carried on her brother ’s back across the sharp coral outcrops that form the foundations of many of these islands. I snorkelled on crystal reefs where the balmy water was so clear that it was possible to feel that I was floating in an invisible ether, rather than submerged in water. Here, in the mineral-rich waters where the currents of the Banda Sea and the Flores Sea meet, marine biodiversity seemed to have run wild and I lost count of the number of different fish species. In 2012, Wakatobi was listed as Indonesia’s 12th protected area to come under the umbrella