Kenari towers – 0411 873 476 - aircon room with sea view 500
000R
Taxi – Makassar airport to hotel 110 000R
Car/driver to Bira – 800 000R
Becak cycle tour 100 000R – seems relatively a lot but it
was for five hours and it was hot and it was a long way.
The journey
I arrived at the domestic airport in Bali for my flight to Makassar,
Sulawesi. The domestic airport was then at constant change due to the upgrading
of the facilities. It was an easy check in with Garuda and after a flight delay
of ½ hour I was up, up and away.
The flight was good as Garuda provided in-flight entertainment
and a meal which was included in the price.
I arrived at Makassar airport. In very little time, I was at
the taxi stand organising transport to my hotel. The road from the airport was
wide and modern but deteriorated closer to the city centre into a warren of
crowded streets.
I arrived at the Kenari Towers Hotel and chose the second
room they showed me. It had a huge bed, aircon, TV, and a partial sea view of
the harbour. It was very clean. So far so good!
It was near sunset so I caught the elevator the 7th
(top) floor where there was a restaurant with a commanding view over Makassar
city. I had dinner and a few beers and met a local couple who were babysitting
their nephew. The sunset was pretty and with darkness the lights of the city began
to twinkle around me with their added reflection on the sea. Really nice but it
was still very hot!
My sleep was broken due to the air con and mosque. I wasn’t
loud but ear plugs helped.
I woke early and caught the elevator to the roof for the
sunrise. I watched as it burned its way over the urban horizon. The temperature
was already on the up.
I had breakfast at the hotel and had a chat with a nice
Indonesian family.
Down to the reception and I booked a car for Bira at 8am the
following morning.
I walked down to the nearby waterfront. The waterfront was a
wide concrete area that stretched along the coastline between the ocean and the
main road. It was adorned in statues depicting various features of Sulawesi
life with stairs at various points that lead up and down to various concrete
features. The ocean water was dirty with floating rubbish but still the vista
of the harbour was pretty and serene. The waterfront was called Lestari Beach
but there was no beach. Hmm!
I couldn’t help but notice that I was being followed by a
cheerful, persist and beckoning becak (cycle with sitting seats) driver as I
walked along the waterfront. I ended up hiring him for 100 000r for a city
tour. He was a bit of an idiot but the tour was fun. He has a wife and one boy.
The Tour
Our first stop was Fort Rotterdam which was cool. The fort
has large walls with a walkway that skirted along the top of the exterior wall.
Inside the fort were a number of buildings and grassed areas. At the large entrance
gate, I was greeted by another guide (100 000r) whose name was Rusli Amin He was
very informative and gave me a stack of advice, insights and information on
travelling in Sulawesi.
After the fort, the becak drove for ages into oncoming
traffic. I pointed this abnormality to the driver but he just smiled. I decided
it was better to let him look ahead than to distract him. Generally, it was a
bit disturbing but fun!
The next stop, was the Chinese area. After a brief look, I
lost interest and onwards we cycled.
It was a long ride to the fish market harbour. It was a
challenge not to step in mud or fish crap as well as avoiding sliding on the
tiles of the fish market which was covered in fish blood. It was very grotty,
smelly but the people were friendly. I liked it!
Next was the cargo boat harbour. There was a 5 000R entry fee.
We walked along the docks looking at the various boats. He pointed out that one
of the fishing boats was going to Bira, my next destination. They actually
offered me transport in the boat if wanted. I didn’t want.
Next was the traditional market. At this stage, I walked as
it was too awkward to ride the becak through the closely packed crowd. It was very
interesting but by this time it had become intensely hot. It was time to end
the tour.
He cycled the bike back through narrow streets, traffic and
eventually, the main road to the hotel.
At the hotel, the driver tried to convince me the tour was
100 000r per hour. I laughed and gave him 100 000r plus 50 000r even though I
personally thought he was an idiot but still a fun guy. He taught me a few
local phrases which I used as we cycled around.
a-pa-kar-re-ba = how are you?
Bugi = good.
Chick-a-lee = person
Later, after resting, I walked over to the waterfront to the
mosque for sunset. The mosque was truly a beautiful building. It was built over
the water sitting on huge concrete columns with two entrance bridges at the
north and south ends connecting it to the waterfront walkway. I walked across
one of the bridges, removed my shoes and wandered around. I met heaps of locals
and was in heaps of photos. I was also invited to join the faithful in prayer.
I declined mainly because I couldn’t assume the prayer position with my damaged
toe. As the sun set and the darkest moved in, the mosque was lit up with tranquil
bluish lighting. I already thought the mosque was amazing but now I was stunned
that any building could be of such beauty.
I had dinner across the road from the waterfront then walked
back to the hotel for drinks on hotel roof. There was a band playing! They were
okay but I was the only person there beside the staff.
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