Scuba Diving

Indonesia - A Week in Komodo

Colorful reef fish under the Komodo National Park sea in Indonesia.

Colorful reef fish under the Komodo National Park sea in Indonesia.

On our last night in the Philippines, my friend Joe and I were cooking for 10 people for our last DemiPeche in a while. A couple hours after dinner, without any sleep, he drives us to the Manila airport for a 4am flight to Denpasar, on the island of Bali, Indonesia. We land four hours later, only to catch another flight to the town of Labuan Bajo on the island of Flores; this is the entrance point to Komodo. I look like a sleepy Gaston Lagaffe as we arrive there, one eye open and the right side of my hair starting a rebellion against the left. Fortunately, my mighty cap is here to rule them all.

To the surprise of a few taxis & scooters (“Ojek! Ojek!” they yell), we casually leave the airport by foot, thankful for Google Maps letting us know it’s only a 20-25m walk. This is our first time arriving somewhere without a place to sleep - a daring attempt in finding the better deal. Two things Google Maps doesn’t tell you: it’s hot and the walk has two hills. You think we’d figure that out, considering we’re in Indonesia on a small volcanic island, but remember, we didn’t sleep so well. We keep going in the heat and find the Spring Hill hotel, a peaceful place with a warm owner, Laura. The room is pretty, clean, with AC and has the nicest bathroom we’ve seen in a while (these simple things get us giggly nowadays); the price of Rp 250.000 per night is very reasonable in this town. We upgrade the room with our mosquito net, MacGiver-style. A shortcut through the houses will take us down to the town proper. As in Coron, we’re here primarily for the diving scene - less wrecks and more animals (sorry Marc) - and of course, the dragons. We immediately sign up for two days of diving with Dive Komodo, deciding (subconsciously) to explore Indonesia’s fauna and flora before its people.

One of Komodo National Park’s 29 islands. This beautiful reserve was established in 1980 and was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1991. The blue water, green hills, and ever changing clouds... We’ll never tire of this view. The Indonesi…

One of Komodo National Park’s 29 islands. This beautiful reserve was established in 1980 and was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1991. The blue water, green hills, and ever changing clouds... Well never tire of this view. The Indonesians have a different word for describing landscape as beautiful. They use indah. For a beautiful girl they use cantik (pronounced “chan-ti”).

Komodo is a large national park constituted of its three main islands, Komodo, Padar and Rinca (pronounced ‘reen-tshah’), and all its surrounding small islands and fishing villages. Thanks to being declared a national park, the region has been able to conserve its nature more effectively than most places in Indonesia. The Komodo Dragons population has been rising over the past years. But the protection is also effective underwater; Komodo holds one of the richest biodiversity on Earth. The bleaching of coral, unfortunately, is a universal problem due to the warming of water partly because of El Niño, partly because of global warming. Still, we witness the amazing small things of the underwater world: coral of all shapes and bright colors; a Hawksbill turtle eating off a coral, until it sees us and swims away; the pata pata, or hairy frogfish, a yellow fish with a clumsy walk at the bottom of the sea; the flamboyant cuttlefish, which can change color at will (the dive master desperately tries to trigger it); a menacing moray eel, hiding under a coral; a titan triggergish of 20 cm; the flying gurnard, swimming close to the floor, with two large fins that look like wings; a giant clam in which my head could fit easily; and a multitude of fish, all as weird and beautiful as the other: the stingray, the unicornfish, the scorpionfish, the pufferfish, the batfish, the harlequin sweetlips (Madie’s new nickname), the painted frogfish (my new nickname), and many others (of course, Nemo and Dori are here again).

A 18” titan triggerfish amongst the colorful corals. They can get up to 30”!

A 18” titan triggerfish amongst the colorful corals. They can get up to 30”!

Let’s not forget this region is known for the big stuff. On our first day, we dive amongst large manta rays, a magnificent sight I still can’t believe. The dive is easy, ends on a sandy slope were we hold still and wait for the show in warm water. Slowly, the rays start coming in this area, their cleaning station. They are the fish with the largest brain proportionally to their size; they’re inquisitive animals, will approach if we stay still and don’t create too many bubbles. They swim with so much grace it’s hard not to awe stupidly in the regulator; instead I give out a bubbly “Wooow.” We also cross path with a dugong, or sea cow, and two types of sharks, white-tip and black-tip

In the afternoon, we visit the dragons of Komodo, actually on the Rinca Island. They are amazing creatures, quite scary to be honest, but you can see the show being prepared by the rangers. The only dragons we’ll see are the ones sitting under the rangers’ house, lying there because of the shade. They seem to be fine with the people living here, and the tourists surrounding them for pictures. We take a small hike on the island of Rinca, with the nice tour guide telling us about the life of Komodo Dragons and the other creatures on the island, such as the crab-eating macaques and the water buffalos the dragons feed on. He was born and spent his life on this island.

With our dive buddy Dean (from the Bay Area!) and a sleepy Komodo Dragon on Rinca Island, Indonesia.

With our dive buddy Dean (from the Bay Area!) and a sleepy Komodo Dragon on Rinca Island, Indonesia.

As we head back on the boat for our first day, I sit at the head of the boat and stare at nothing, amazed by how much we saw. Not sure I’d recommend anyone to come here for the dragons, but I would to any diver interested in marine life. I stay still, meditative in some way; maybe that’s how Indonesia will get me.

But this story is better told in images. Madie’s beautiful narration is in the slideshow below.

After a busy two days on the water, we realize that we need days off. We call them rest days, work days or even laundry days, depending on the mood. They’re days just for us, during which I dive into my Kindle or write a blog post, and she works on pictures. In a way, they’re the home days, the ones we had back in SF during the weekend. We stroll around town and start experiencing the Indonesian town and food. Just being in a place doing nothing is what we do best together. In this case, we’re just at Laura’s home. During breakfast, I’m watching her hang out with a guest, likely a Catholic priest. In Indonesian, I hear the rhythm of a Christian prayer he recites with his eyes closed. Shortly after, I hear singing from the loud speaker of the nearby Mosque, reminded that Indonesia is primarily Muslim. This is the second country we’re visiting, and as close as it is to the Philippines, I start seeing the fundamental differences in its culture, history and people. Once everything quiets down, I close my eyes and attempt to still my mind. After 20 minutes, I manage only to drench my shirt with sweat. After 5 days, it’s already time to move again to the island of Bali and the peaceful Ubud.

 

Links

  • Of course, Labuan Bajo and the Komodo National Park. If you’re a diver in Indonesia, or passionate about the dragons, do not miss a trip there. With the short 1-hour flight from Denpasar airport in Bali, you can easily visit the marine life and Komodo Dragons on a 3-day trip. You can also cross via ferry & bus, or a boat tour, but it will turn out more expensive, and of course take much longer.
  • We highly recommend the shop at Dive Komodo. Awesome team, good gear and great lunch! (Thank you Wai & Yuventinus!)
  • Spring Hill Hotel was our homey and peaceful spot for a mere Rp 250.000 per night.
  • If you’re up for a more remote experience, the island of Flores can also be explored from Labuan Bajo.

 

The Philippines - Coron & The Last Days

The beauty of Kayangan Lake, with its crystal clear turquoise waters and green hills.

The beauty of Kayangan Lake, with its crystal clear turquoise waters and green hills.

Ray LaMontagne - You Are the Best Thing

It is with eagerness and some anxiety that we fly to Coron, Palawan. Our feelings are troubled because this is when the real trip starts. Madie’s dad has been with us on the first leg of our year-long travel and it is now time to say good-bye to him. We split ways on an early morning after a 10-hour overnight bus from Vigan to Manila, 3-4 hours of sleep, and a breakfast at Jollibee (with surprisingly good pancakes). I watch them both and pleasantly bet on which one will tear up first - it might have been me.

The diving scene convinced us to go to Palawan, a province southwest of Manila and part of the Mimaropa region, stretching as far as Borneo on the west. The province is named after its biggest island (Palawan) and was recently elected one of the most beautiful islands in the world. Its capital, Puerto Princesa, is famous for the underground river, a UNESCO World Heritage site. El Nido, a now popular resort town for its beaches, is a 6-hour bus ride from Puerto Princesa. But as we learned in Sagada, Madie and I seem to have a knack for avoiding the UNESCO sites. No offense to what the organization is trying to accomplish, but we try our best to stay off the beaten path. We find that we’re much happier not surrounded by tourists in a small boat down a river (maybe we won’t be so lucky later, but we’ll see). So instead of the obvious, we decide to go to Busuanga, the province’s northernmost island, and its main town called Coron, known for shipwreck diving. No to El Nido, no to underground rivers and no to another 6-hour bus ride (maybe that was part of it).

Our super rustic cottage at Kaba Kaba in Coron, Palawan, Philippines. We are down to the very very basics here, but for peace and quiet and monkeys... this is where to be.

Our super rustic cottage at Kaba Kaba in Coron, Palawan, Philippines. We are down to the very very basics here, but for peace and quiet and monkeys... this is where to be.

As we land in Coron, we get swept away by the sun and heat. I try pretending it doesn’t affect me, (very) white guy that I am, but the climb to the Kaba Kaba guesthouse in the noon sun is enough to give me away - and make me lose a good kilo in sweat. We arrive at the guesthouse and are warmly welcomed by its owner, who shows us our room. We realize quickly the conditions we will be traveling in for a year: a small room in a bungalow, a simple toilet/shower (Philippine-style, with a hand bucket), two twin beds and a fan. It’s not much, but what else would you want for 600 pesos ($12) a night? There’s no TV (of course), but instead a hologram image of dolphins jumping in a bay. The artwork could entertain me for a good minute, so I decide to keep it for later and not look at it too long. One more crucial component to our stay: the mosquito nets, which will protect us a couple nights later when our room is suddenly swarmed by flying ants for no good reason, apart from our own stupidity in turning on the light inside at sunset with the door open (we were saved then by repelling coil and our good friend the gecko, for what was probably his best meal of the year).

I have a half smile on my face; I'm a little giggly. That’s because I realize that this is more or less what we’ll have for a year. We left our apartment in Noe Valley, our jobs (or should I say mine since she could do her’s anywhere), our comfortable daily life in one of the best cities in the world, our car, Netflix - we left all of this for this humble roof and comfort. And I’m happy because I know we made the right choice (and I hope then, she is too) because it's just enough comfort to feel home. So we settle and I get a few minutes to look outside on the porch. A family of monkeys climbs the next tree, and I hear the song of the friendly gecko. 

We’ll understand later that Kaba Kaba is close to the perfect place for us: a little away from the town proper, up a hill overlooking the island. This place is owned by our lively hosts, Kevin & Grace, an English-Filipino couple, always happy to give us tips on where to go and what to do. The monkeys living up the tree, and the fresh home-baked bread finish to convince me that this is where we should be.

Heading to the town proper in a Coron-style tricycle. It seems that every region has their own style.

Heading to the town proper in a Coron-style tricycle. It seems that every region has their own style.

To get into town and back, we have to try out our haggling skills with the passing tricycles, and quickly find that her’s are a lot better than mine (Mui would be proud). Coron is a simple port town much like the rest of the Philippines: good food everywhere (except I still can’t deal with the dried fish) and welcoming people all around, but still the lacking infrastructure, the open sewers and the unfinished buildings. It has its share of tourists, surprisingly many French ones (so I carefully hide), bars and restaurants (our two favorite ones are owned by Francophiles), multiple island tours and dive companies. And as the rest of the Philippines, it has its share of slums. We find ourselves entering one of them as we try to escape the tourists of the town proper; we’re a little too close for the comfort of its inhabitants. So we start heading back.

Our dive banca parked on Sangat Island for the East Tangat Wreck.

Our dive banca parked on Sangat Island for the East Tangat Wreck.

On our second day, we take off to dive with Kevin. Our boat sails between many small islands, some occupied with a single tiny house likely set by passing fishermen, some completely bare. We learn that the province of Palawan already counts 700 islands (3000 total in the Philippines). After a simple refresher dive and a small shipwreck, we dive into a large WWII wreck (Taiei Maru), which we enter and traverse through, sometimes swimming sideways to not hit the tank on smaller doors. There are steel walls above me, and about 18m of water, but once I’m past the first few meters of nervousness, diving brings a settled tranquility. I relax in the exercise of focus on steady breathing and the loud noise of bubbles rushing past my ears. Unfortunately, our third dive of the day does not go as smoothly. We get a little scare, and I might have lost my diving buddy for some time. Hopefully, I get her under the surface again before this trip is over.

We decide on the mandatory island hopping for the next day. I try out my haggling skills again and find them underwhelming -- I’m starting to realize that she’s the one with them, not me (the very white guy). Nevertheless, we find one of the cheaper tours (1050 pesos) and go visit the breathtaking landscapes carved by the limestones (yes, the same ones as in Sagada). It’s otherworldly, blue as I’ve ever seen, with white sand as much as you need it. We snorkel and find Nemo, Dory, and multiple other characters. We visit the picturesque Kanyangan lake, quickly turning into a swimming pool for tourists, and the pride of Coron: the Twin Lagoon. This was a postcard day. Every picture we take is grander than the other. For me, this is the day my skin turns bright red.

Bancas on Banol Beach, Coron, Palawan, Philippines.

Bancas on Banol Beach, Coron, Palawan, Philippines.

500 pesos for a moto, and we’re off to the rural part of Coron. Had to bike under burning sun and pounding rain in the span of one hour.

500 pesos for a moto, and we’re off to the rural part of Coron. Had to bike under burning sun and pounding rain in the span of one hour.

We rent motorcycles from Kaba Kaba and adventure west of the proper Coron town. There we see what we were more accustomed to north of Manila: the rural Philippines. Small villages with a few houses, each house barely fitting more than one room; the numerous roaming dogs and chickens scavenging trash side-by-side; the poor roads, sometimes paved. We speed under the harsh sun, driving past large mangrove forests, and stopping for a kayak tour at the Kingfisher Park. A friend once told us: “There’s nothing like testing a couple more than being in the same kayak.” I’d say we did average. I hope to catch the bright red Ruddy Kingfisher to no avail. We hear monkeys and see what I think is a swamphen flying away, but the way through the mangrove was peaceful and seemed reserved to few lucky who adventure all the way here. Another hour of driving under the sun will finish cooking my skin; it is quickly followed by pouring rain cooling us down and bringing a smile to my face.

After a couple rest days at Coffee Kong, we already leave Coron, Kaba Kaba, Kevin & Grace. Coron will have that special place in our heart: the first real test, full of our own adventures; proper food budgets, ice cream treats, sunburns and mosquito bites; a heroic save from a spider, causing me to break a mug in a girlish yelp; and of course, just us two, already planning the next stop.

Before we  take off to Indonesia, we spend a few days in Manila with a familiar face, our best friend Joe. We stay at his parents’ house, in the hospitality of his Mom & Dad in Southwoods City, outside of Metro Manila. This is another expat town, full of CPK, Denny’s and Coffee Bean. We roam through their equivalent of Whole Foods to find strawberries imported from California. Sunscreen is unbearably expensive here, but I guess those who need it will pay for it (like me). We cook one last DemiPeche together before leaving the Philippines.

With Joe at the José Rizal House in Calamba, Laguna, Philippines.

With Joe at the José Rizal House in Calamba, Laguna, Philippines.

As I reflect back on our trip in the Philippines, I keep thinking of a country somewhat in conflict with itself. It is a third-world country, according to the official definition. I can’t really argue against it considering the poverty and lack of infrastructure we witnessed. But as we drove the unpaved road and swerved around chickens, we also saw the people on their smartphone of choice, with fast LTE powering Facebook and the likes. They’re skipping decades of urban development in favor of integrating the latest technologies. The will to keep tradition is strong and seen in all families, but so is the constant American influence and exodus to other countries.The national language, Tagalog, is not taught in middle or high school -- everything is in English, to prepare the young generation to embrace Western (and especially American) culture. You can imagine what will happen of the local dialects. The careers of choice are still nursing and engineering, for those who will migrate later to the U.S., or work in the call centers of Metro Manila or Baguio.  As many developing countries, the Philippines is a victim of large corruption; it’s also home to terrorist groups supporters of Al Qaeda, such as in the island of Mindanao, where a beheading of a Canadian tourist happened just a couple weeks before we arrived. But the Philippines population wants a change. It just elected a new president, Duterte, son of a dictator, in favor of re-establishing Martial law. He says he wants to clean up the country of its corruption and shoot to kill anyone on the wanted list. Meanwhile, they also elected a vice president from a more moderate party (they elect president and vice separately), and their first transgender senator. Cultures clash in the Philippines.

But of my memories of the Philippines, the strongest one will be how blessed I felt amongst its people. The hospitality of the people we met will not be equaled anywhere else, maybe so because we spent time with her family. We were able to live the real Philippines, and I don’t think we’ll be so lucky in any other place. I’ll forever remember the stories of Dad F and Uncle F on the road, Dad F’s house in San Narciso and Auntie Jean’s house in Santa Catalina, the numerous cousins visiting us and gracing us with their food and smiles, and of course, the goat. What the Philippines lacks in infrastructure, economy or even art, it fills with the heart and compassion of its people. They take religion at heart and with it, giving back to anyone they encounter. Whether it be Madelene’s family driving us around, or the nicest restaurant waitress we’ve ever met, the Filipinos are at heart a nation of giving, tolerance and hospitality. 

And gosh, do they love to sing.

 

LINKS

  • Palawan Province
  • Busuanga
    • Coron
    • We stayed at Kaba Kaba.  
    • We dove with our gracious host Kevin, but were recommended by him two diving companies: Rocksteady and Corto Divers.
    • We saw a few of the Coron Shipwrecks (albeit not as many as we wished, make sure you have the Advanced Open Water certification to see most of them).
    • We went island hopping with Nice in Paradise Tours. They will take you to various islands for snorkeling, swimming and visiting beaches. Make sure you include the Kayangan Lake and the Twin Lagoon. Also noteworthy are Barracuda Lake, CYC Beach and Banana Beach. 
  • On our wish list for next time: Tao Philippines proposes a multi-day trip between El Nido and Coron, camping and living life on a boat. They were recommended by a few people there, but we did not have the time nor budget. Otherwise a trip from Coron to El Nido or Puerto Princesa will have to be via plane or a 10-12 hour overnight ferry (weekly or biweekly only). Bangka trips (small local boats) are universally not recommended.

Land & Water in Maui, Hawaii | Part II

Original photos from January 2013.

After spending the first part of our trip to Maui on the Road to Hana, we decided to head to the water for a few days of diving. Even in January, the water temp was surprisingly warm, and more calm than I remember Oahu’s waters to be a few years back. The best dive started before sunrise. We took a boat out to Molokini, a “crescent-shaped, partially submerged volcanic crater,” and intercepted a handful of humpback whales crossing the channel. The amazing thing was finally diving in the pristine waters protected by the crater, and listening to the whales sing to each other underwater, which you can apparently hear from up to seven miles away.

Next visit, we hope to dive the pretty Lanai Cathedrals and do the Haleakala Volcano sunrise hike. Also, here are a few recommendations: Maui Dive ShopAirbnb in KiheiCoconut’s Fish CafeDa Kitchen.