Indonesia – Flores Pt. 3 – Moni/Maumere

A wart of a town sits on the side of Mount Kelimutu; it is called Moni. After traipsing up and down, we finally settled into one of the identical “eco-lodges with free wifi”. After finding no wifi and understanding that “eco” means without electricity, we located ourselves in the bar in town. I, the lexical genius, of course took down my dim-witted opponent in a game of scrabble despite such fabulous words as “cat” and “dog” coming from the opposing side (Phoebe).

Sat on the porch of our eco-lodge like lady muck. Our room had no electricity, so we just stayed outside and staved off nasty insects for the evening. We lost.
The sound of mosquitoes combined with three roosters and the haunting sound of a taxi driver awoke us early the next morning to catch a sunrise at Kelimutu. Kelimutu is an area of three tightly-spaced volcanic lakes with vastly different colours. As if this wasn’t “showy” enough, these lakes have learnt a new party trick which is to change colour throughout the day. After my tireless self and a puffing Phoebe arrived, we found the lakes to be a black and a turquoise colour. I would love to tell you about the last lake but a cloud had thoughtfully descended over it, obscuring the view. Bypassing the large amount of noodle and coffee sellers on the descent, the heavens thoughtfully opened on us. To our aid came an angel, in the form of a sinewy van driver with an unhealthy obsession for “Hello Kitty!”, and whisked us down to Moni again. I never thought I would get so close as to a plush cats behind as that day.
Colourful puddles.
Our last bus ride to Maumere was as expected – a painful experience involving the now standard, too-loud music and the usual chicken beneath the seat experience. Maumere had about as much character as a pinecone so we decided to stay at the beach accommodation we had booked. The tsunami a few years back destroyed all of the coral so a coral nursery lies about 20 m off of the shore; a baby moray eel and lots of tiny corals are amongst the inhabitants of this tiny reef. To add to the ecosystem, a breed of mutant crabs being fed a variety of vegetables was happily camped outside of the kitchen area. Unfortunately, these hybrids were unable to stem the tidal wave of mosquitoes which flowed in through the roof of the building. As a further shaker of salt to add to our open wound of a life, the mosquito net we had access to just about covered one arm and half a shoulder. This sort of thing could result in someone getting Dengue Fever…
Baby coral. I have no scale in the photo. It’s small; take my word for it… Please.
Baby moray eel. He was disgruntled by the fact I was near his proposed home and was threatening me. He looked a slippery character so I decided to leave rapidly. There were no Eel feelings.
Forever hopeful.
Alec + Phoebe