Mentawai – črvja nabodala, džungelski wc in nova poznanstva

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Tretji dan sem se po čustvenem slovesu in nepozabnih 2 nočeh pri Teukapiju in njegovi ženi Kalabi odpravil naprej. Hoja je bila zaradi vročine, vlage in obupnega terena precej naporna in cilja sem bil vesel kot že dolgo ne. Najprej je bil na vrsti ne ravno prijeten in zaželjen a nujen obisk WC-ja, ki ga moraš pač najti sam. Pod kakšnim drevesom, v senci bujnega grmovja, če se le da na trdnih tleh, ki pa jih je praktično nemogoče najti. Ostane ti tako le čepenje v mokrem močvirju, ki se počasi ugreza pod tvojo lastno težo. Gre za nepozabne spomine. 🙂 🙂 No, ostali spomini so precej bolj prijetni. Na vrsti je bila nova hiša, nova poznanstva, nove dogodivščine. Po kakšni uri počitka je bil na vrsti najprej lov na mentawajsko poslastico – saga črve. Pripravljen sem bil na najslabše, a priznati moram, da stvar niti ni tako nagravžna – sploh ko mu odgrizneš glavo. Vse skupaj je 100x boljše na žaru, s čilijem in drobcem soli – mogoče bi šlo lahko že kar za kulinarično dobroto. 🙂 🙂 Sledilo je spet nepozabno vandranje po okoliški džungli, z vodičem Agusom in najmlajšim šamanom na otoku Siberut – Aman Tiru-jem. Mojim sovrstnikom. 🙂 Težko je opisati tista doživetja, ko se kljub neverjetnim razlikam nekako ujameš s človekom. In potem sedeč pod stoletnimi drevesi uživaš v nepozabnih trenutkih, poslušaš šamanove zgodbe, petje tradicionalnih pesmi, se iskreno smejiš vsem njegovim štosom in ostalim vragolijam. Aman Tiru, upam da še kdaj.

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On a third day it was unfortunately time to say goodbye to Teukapi and his wife Kalabi. Even though I spent 2 unforgettable nights at their place, it was time for new destination, new people, new adventures. Hike to the next destination was really difficult, due to the high temperatures, humidity and muddy terrain. When we settled at the new house, it was time for the first adventure – going on a toilet. Well, there is no toilet, you just have to find some place under the tree in shade of the lush bush and do it. The only problem is the swamp that surrounds you and its really mission impossible to find some solid ground –  because it’s not really easy to squat while you are slowly sinking in the swamp. It was an unforgettable experience. 🙂 🙂 Well, other memories are much more pleasant. After that it was time to go hunting for a mentawai delicacy – sago worms. I was prepared for the worst, but I have to admit that it was not so disgusting – especially when you remove the head. Much much better is to grill them like on a barbecue – it was good when they served them with some chilly and salt. In the afternoon we were again exploring the surrounding jungle, this time with the youngest shaman on the island Siberut – Aman Tiru. It is difficult to describe those experiences where, despite all the incredible differences, you immediately connect with somebody. And it was amazing sitting under centuries-old trees, enjoying in the unforgettable moments while listening to shamans stories, singing traditional songs, sincerely laughing at all his jokes. Aman Tiru, hopefully we will meet again.
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  • 23. May, 2016 - 09:30

    DAnilo - Ko si napisal čili, me je šele premamilo 😉 V bistvu bi se vseeno vzdržal. Fotke pa itak nore. Kdo je pa za zadnjo fotko stisnil? Samosprožilec?ReplyCancel

    • 23. May, 2016 - 13:34

      mcorel - 🙂 Verjemi, da ko si enkrat tam, drugače gledaš na hrano in vse ostalo. :)Vodič je fotkal. Je bil uporaben in non stop pomagal pri fotkanju.ReplyCancel

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