Kesu

Our next stop after the funeral was a scenic spot to view some rice fields. After that, our last stop was Kete Kesu, which features some preserved tongkonan and another hanging grave. This was the only touristy spot I visited in the area.

Anto deposited me back at my hotel around 5pm. My butt was sore from riding his bike on the poorly maintained roads. My mind was spinning from all I learned and saw. But, this was easily one of my best travel days ever.

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A Side Note About The Roads

The roads were in poor condition, Anto's bike was a little on the decrepit side, and I’m not exactly in the lightweight category. This meant we had many bumps, which in turn led Anto to adlib “Bumpy roads, take me home”. At one point, after a particularly nasty bump, his rear tire got a little flat and things got a little dicey when he had trouble controlling it. I winced every time we bounced as it felt like the rim was hitting the road. We looked around for a repair shop, found one, he pumped the tire back up, and things were fine for a while. But, by the end of the day, it was pretty flat again. Rather hilariously, my Fitbit recorded many of those bumps as steps; I clocked 19,000 steps that day.

In hindsight, I also should have been a little more alarmed that Anto had a plastic soda bottle filled with translucent tuak (a local moonshine), and that he took swigs from it throughout the day. But, I was in Indonesia, I was going with the flow, and tuak just seemed like a natural part of the landscape.

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