Village trekking in Tana Toraja

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First published 25th August, 2011

After a few days in Rantepao, in the South Sulawesi uplands of Tana Toraja, we asked a trekking guide to come by the guesthouse to discuss an overnight trip. Under five feet, barrel-chested, chain-smoking, and pushing 50, our prospective guide extended his hand and said in a deep baritone, "My name is Yatim." Fatherless. He wrote out a string of villages he wanted to take us to, and told us to bring water, rain gear, good shoes, a flashlight.


The next morning we stopped at the vast market held near Rantepao every six days. Men in batik shirts hand-fed their buffalo. Pigs lay bound in rows, or were carried on bamboo poles. We had a lunch packed, and bought some snacks and kreteks to share along the way.


Rantepao market

From there we drove northwest to Kepe, and continued on foot, leaving the road at the sign for the Obama copy shop and heading through bamboo stands and coffee trees into the hills. The trip through the woods, valleys, and rice terraces was remarkably beautiful, as well as a reminder of how densely populated much of Indonesia is. You might not see another person for hours, and go for two days without seeing a road, but you're never far from the sound of an axe or a rooster's crow. Even in remote areas, you stumble across coffee, clove, and cacao trees, or rows of spindly cassava plants. Even an old tree may have been planted decades before by a villager who knew his children would be rebuilding their traditional house about now.


The Obama copy shop

In Perangian we unwrapped our chicken, rice, and eel in black sauce in the shade of a rice barn. After lunch, we passed through a wilder area with views of the river coursing through the valley far below (it's possible to raft part of the way back). Yatim pointed out an edible fern shoot called pakis, and the miana leaves cooked with pork in bamboo.


Walking through a village

Due to a recent traffic accident — but not, he said, to smoking — Yatim sometimes tells clients to go ahead and wait for him at the top of a hill. He definitely never had to do that with us. The paths wet by the current monsoon slowed us down, and we arrived at Limbong behind schedule, just after dark. Our hosts brought tea to a table under their raised house. Light from a generator came and went, while the work of the house went on around us, cooking, cleaning, and weaving mats to sell at market.


Early morning in Limbing village

A chicken was dispatched for our dinner, appearing on the table some time later with vegetables from the garden. Someone handed Yatim an ancient guitar, and he coaxed out a Torajan song followed by a version of "Sailing" far more soulful than Rod Stewart's. It was raining too hard to walk to the traditional house as planned, so we slept comfortably upstairs on the floor, nestled in stacks of blankets.


Traffic in the terraces

The next morning we had lightly fried cassava and strong, sweet coffee before climbing the last bit of mountain to a hilltop school and the sound of lessons chanted. Below us the rice terraces carved their way up the mountain in countless levels: bright green seedlings, amber stalks ready for harvest, or filled with water that reflected the bright sky. Buffalo wallowed or grazed, tolerating white birds to stand on their backs, the result, Yatim explained, of a long-ago drinking contest (the bird cheated).


Church and terraces

We left the terraces, walking downhill on forest paths. In one village, a family with newborn twins waved from their porch. Under the house, two plants marked where the placentas had been buried, forever linking the children to their home. In the next village, two families shared a feast to celebrate an engagement.


Yatim in the rain

Much of Indonesia's character comes from village life. Getting a glimpse of that life, as much as the improbable rice terrace views, is what made this trek so remarkable.

Logistics
You can trek on your own with a good map and a few Indonesian words. However, guides can take you on routes not in the guidebooks, show you shortcuts through forests and across terraces, and arrange food and accommodation with villagers. To hire a guide, ask at your hotel or go to Mart's restaurant after dinner to meet guides over music and beer. (You can also call Yatim at (0813) 5529 5000.) Trekking guides charge 300,000 to 550,000 rupiah per day, depending on the season and the size of the group requiring food and accommodation.


Rice terrace views

Several possible treks start near Batutumonga, which is accessible by public bemo, and where you can take a beautiful half-day hike if you don't have time for an overnight. You can arrange a drop-off by a hired car or motorcycle at locations not reachable by bemo.

While not too strenuous, our hike required navigating narrow, slippery paths, and we all fell at least once (well, not Yatim). Think twice if there has been heavy rain.



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  • Great read! This sounds like my kind of trek. I'm curious -do the villagers brew their own homemade rice wine? If so, did they offer some?

    Posted by gregmccann1 on 14th October, 2011

  • Hi Greg:

    I didn't see any rice wine, but our hosts were very self-sufficient (the rice, vegetables, chicken, fruit we got was all from their farm). According to Yatim the only food item they really needed was salt from town. Not sure about rice wine, but we did see toddy palms on the trek, so palm wine/tuak was most likely available in the village.

    Matt

    Posted by matt on 28th December, 2011

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