| 
              In the Footsteps of Field Biologist Alfred Wallace
            
              Exploring the Islands of the Indonesian Archipelago on a "Pinisi"
            
              Article and photos by  Lies Ouwerkerk
              Senior Contributing Editor
 
 
              
                |   |  
                | Aboard the Indonesian pinisi "Matahariku" along the coast of West Papua and remote islands of the Indonesian archipelago. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Why take the pinisi "Matahariku?" The  boat allows fascinating visits with  locals in the traditional Asmat villages in West Papua and other  cultures and islands along the historic path of  fearless 19th century scientist, Alfred Wallace. |  
              A completely  blue sky, the warmth of the sun mitigated by a gentle breeze, calm waters, comfortable  lounge chairs, a cool drink, and that swooning feeling that, although it took us  more than two full days and nights to get here, it surely is going to be worth  it.
             
              Together with  eleven other seasoned adventure seekers, I find myself on a small wooden  sailing vessel, called the "Matahariku," that has just left the  harbor of Amamapare in West Papua, to follow in the footsteps of the British field  biologist Alfred  Wallace. In the mid-19th century, this fearless scientist explored  the Indonesian archipelago in search of rare animal species, and eventually  identified the faunal divide we today call the "Wallace Line."
             
              But whereas  Wallace undertook his voyages in small and primitive "pinisis," was  assisted by crew members who would often deceive or desert him, and had to deal  with illness, fever, hunger and extreme weather conditions, our more modern living  situation is fortunately much easier to handle. We are crossing these seas in a  comfortable, motorized  replica with the latest navigation  equipment, covered decks, small cabins with air-conditioning and  ensuite-bathrooms, speedboat, zodiac, sea kayaks, and snorkel equipment, and a 13-people  crew that keeps us safely afloat and pampers us with delicious meals, daily  laundry service, and refreshing wet towels each time we return to the boat from  an expedition on land.
             
              Welcomed by  Asmat Tribes
             
              As the waters  are extremely shallow close to the coast of West Papua, the "Matahariku"  drops anchor several kilometers away from land, for a planned visit to the  traditional villages of Oseanep and Pirien, inhabited by Asmat tribes who are widely  known for their outstanding woodcarving and, until about half a century ago, for  their headhunting raids.
             
              The captain  goes ahead in the speedboat to ask permission from the village elders to set foot  on their land. Then Asmats in several prows, with plastic crates upside down  and towels spread over them for seating, arrive to pick us up.
             
              Once we are on  a small river amidst the mangroves, dugout canoes full of singing and dancing  paddlers with painted faces, feathers in their hair, and arrows fetched to  their arms or on their backs surround our prows. And before long, throngs of  children, women and men appear on the riverbanks, enthusiastically chanting, dancing,  and drumming, and repeatedly shaking their knees in scissor-like movements (see below for video),  their traditional way of saying to a newcomer: “you are welcome, we are no  enemies.”
             
              
                |   |  
                | Man in a traditional Asmat village in West Papua. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Another man in  West Papua. |  
              Surrounded by  the frenzied crowd, we disembark and move in procession through the mud to the "village  street," made of suspiciously creaking planks on top of poles in the swampy  grass   —   many of them loose or with big holes   —   in the direction of a longhouse  on stilts, where the village chief invites us inside. To enter, we will first  have to do a balancing act on some narrow planks, which unfortunately collapse  under the weight of so many stamping feet. But once we do manage to get inside,  more dancing and chanting follows on a floor created from mats and tree branches.  The men, some of them with their nasal septum pierced by bone or shell, dance  on one side, and the women dressed in grass skirts, many of them with bared  breasts or in bras, on the other side of the room, while the children are  chased outside.
             
              
                |   |  
                | Reception  in a traditional Asmat village in West Papua. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Welcoming  children. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | The village chief invites us into a traditional longhouse in West Papua. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Man in the village in   West Papua. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Man holding infant in West Papua. |  
              The small  cigars we have brought are sold out in a split second, as some grab two or  three at once to put as trophies behind their ears. Those who are not fast enough  happily content themselves with the empty boxes.
             
              On our way  back to the prows, we keep stumbling over roots while trying to get some  foothold in the swampy grass and mud. The barefooted Asmat, however, run with  ease ahead of us in order to get a vantage point on the riverbank to see us  off.
             
              Weather and  Tides
             
              Once we have  left the mangroves and reach sea again, it is obvious that the water has  dropped at least a meter. We will have to push the prows through the mud amidst  storks, pelicans, geese, crabs, and creepers, until we will reach the wave  breakers line. It is hard work, as our legs sink into the mud up to our knees.
             
              Nightfall  closes in on us when we can finally jump into the prows again. An enormous dark  cloud is now hanging over us, with incessant lightning and waves swelling to  frightening heights. Totally drenched and mud-smeared, we eventually reach the "Matahariku."  It takes many workers to get us all safely on board again, since the movements  of the boat are totally out of zinc with those of the prows. On board, we have  to hold on to railings, poles, doorknobs, and tables. In our cabins, we have to  secure ourselves with piles of blankets and pillows in order not to roll out of  our bunks.
             
              Concept of  Time
             
              Every day has  its own highlight, even when we are confined to the ship for 36 hours to cross  the Arafura Sea. While we lazily spend the day reading, writing, eating, drinking,  and watching frigate birds circling around the boat, a large pod of purpoising dolphins  suddenly crosses path with the "Matahariku." They alternate their  ballistic jumps with long swimming bouts just under the water surface, and stay  with us for quite a while, once at port side, then at starboard. At sunset, against  the backdrop of a breathtaking sky with a panorama of violet, red, and orange  hues on one side, and a full moon rising out of the deep blue sea on the other,  we spot several other schools of tumbling dolphins. Can it still get any  better?
             
              
                |   |  
                | A 360-view after sunset from the upper deck of the "Matahariku." |  
              Slowly, time  has become a very abstract concept. Here on the ship nobody is in a hurry, and we  cannot use our electronic devices to find out which day it is, and what is happening  in the world around us. So while days flow into nights and nights into days, we  just take things as they come, and trust our destiny in the hands of our  captain.
             
              Aru Islands
             
              When  navigating through a narrow channel close to one of the Aru Islands, the GPS map  proves to be inaccurate and we run aground in the sand.
             
              Some crew members  jump in the speedboat and cut a couple of coconut trees on the island, in order  to prevent the slanting Matahariku from capsizing. Then we will have to wait  for high tide, in the middle of the night, and strike while the iron is hot.
             
              In the  meantime, the zodiac and speedboat bring us to the closest village, Dosinamalau.
             
              We very much hope  to get a glimpse of the famous bird-of-paradise, extensively described by  Alfred Wallace in his book "The Malay Archipelago," and in his time a  hot item for skin traders and collectors because of its exceptional appearance.
             
              It was on one  of the Aru Islands that Wallace, as the first westerner, observed fauna in the  wild shared with Papua and Australia, but not with Borneo, Sumatra, Java, and  Bali, including: kangaroos, cockatoos, crocodiles, and various species of the  bird-of-paradise. He called the "Paradisea" with its magnificent  golden-colored plumage and remarkable courtship display “the most beautiful of  all the beautiful winged forms which adorn the earth,” and the Aru Islands “the  promised land.”
             
              Unfortunately,  the village head prohibits us from entering the jungle, so we have to content  ourselves with the friendly inhabitants of the village who come out of their  houses to greet us, first hesitantly, then with a ready smile and a “hello  mister.”
             
              The reason  for the chief's veto is not clear, as he is quite tight-lipped. Is he perhaps afraid  we will hunt down one of the now rare and protected birds-of-paradise? Or, that  we may discover that locals still hunt them clandestinely? Later we will learn  that the Aru Islands are under threat to be destroyed by a government plan to  deforest 500,000 hectares (1,130,000 acres) of their land for the sake of sugar  cane plantations across the region. What would happen to the bird-of-paradise?
             
              Banda Islands
             
              
                |   |  
                | One of the many beautiful beaches on the Kai islands. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Visiting a school in Elat, capital of Kei Besar Island. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | A woman from Kei Kecil. |  
              Past the  white palm beaches, tropical forests, and corals of the scenic and peaceful Kai  islands, we finally reach Bandaneira, the capital of the eleven Banda Islands, situated  in a splendid lagoon under volcano Gunang Api, and for many centuries an  important trade center. Several European powers, lured by the great profits of  nutmeg (used, among others, for food preservation before the arrival of the refrigerator),  fought here for monopoly of the spice trade. The Dutch eventually prevailed,  after slaughtering most of the indigenous population and handing over Manhattan  to the English in exchange for sole hegemony (but a clever Englishman stole  some seedlings and replanted them in Granada). Colonial houses and remnants of  forts, cannons, and gravestones overrun by weeds are still silent testimonies  of that controversial period in history.
             
              
                |   |  
                | Nutmeg plantation, Banda Besar. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Cinnamon in abundance on Banda's harbor market. |  
 
              
                |   |  
                | Arriving at Bandaneira: a glorious reception by "kora-kora" paddlers. |  
              In the  harbor, we are greeted by a "kora-kora" canoe, with roughly 25 muscle-toned  paddlers rowing in very high speed on the rhythm of a tam-tam. In the old days,  the sultanates of this region were protected against invaders by fleets of  kora-koras manned by over 100 warriors each. Nowadays, kora-koras are used for  races between the various islands of the archipelago.
             
              
                |   |  
                | Kids on Banda Besar. |  
              Most places  of interest on the island are reachable by foot, and worth the walk. But by far  the biggest attractions are snorkeling and diving in the pristine clear waters under the lava flow of Gunung Api. In awe, we watch astonishing numbers of fish  varieties in all colors of the rainbow   —   including bumpheads, black snappers,  mandarin fish, napoleons, hammerheads, sharks, tuna, groupers, rays. There are  also lobsters and turtles, and the best underwater coral garden we have ever  seen, grown in a short period after the volcano erupted in 1988. If Alfred Wallace  could have snorkeled in his time, he would no doubt have had a field day.
             
              Lies Ouwerkerk is originally from Amsterdam, The Netherlands, and currently lives in Montreal,  Canada. Previously a columnist for The Sherbrooke Record, she is presently a  freelance writer and photographer for various travel magazines.
             |