It was a Saturday. I arrived at the boat after an overnight flight from Jakarta to Ambon, connecting with a small ATR bird to the city of Fakfak on the west coast of Papua. The thought of native people with piercing unwelcoming eyes and malaria filled the brain and I wasn’t ready to embrace the marine life for the next several days. It was miserable, especially after I opened my phone and found no signal. Well, unless you could suffice yourself by listening to the local government radio all day.
And that was when I saw this:
It was around 5 PM and the villagers were repairing the roof on one of the fish cages. Looked like you barely had space inside, but the wooden hut with the coconut-leaf roof could actually sustain a family of 2 children and a dog that lived there for months. They did come to the village almost every day to grow vegetables or other activities, but that hut was home.
And soon afterwards, this:
Well, if this kind of sunset was going to greet me every evening, then everything could turn out to be just fine.
And just when everything seemed okay, the reality struck: “Tomorrow I’m going to the fish cage, and that also means I’m gonna be forced to learn how to swim!”
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