A day at the beach


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Sorry for all the photos – but what are you going to do when you are one of two men on a beach trip with 10-12 women? And the only one with a real camera (phone cams need not apply).

When I was invited by the staff of Bingo’s Bar to go to the beach south of the Barelang

Marota Beach entrance

Marota Beach entrance

Bridge on Sunday, of course I jumped at the chance. I haven’t really had a beach experience of any length since I came to Batam 26 months ago. The beaches are all a long drive from where I live, too far for taxi, so I have to wait for an invitation.

I was picked up about 11 am at my apartment (one good thing about road trips with the bar girls is they work late so don’t want to start too early). There were six women, me and one other expat in the mini-SUV. I never did get his name but he is from Norway and fairly new on the island from what I could tell.

The ride from Nagoya to Barelang is about 40 minutes, but we went way past the bridge, down to the last island, Galang (where the Vietnam survivor village is), before we finally took a rutted, rocky road toward the sea. It was a beach I did not know about and seemed, at first glimpse, to be way off the beaten path (cliche, I know). But when we arrived at the water, there was a large, developed area just for beachgoers. Pretty sophisticated for this area, actually. The place was crowded, almost all locals.

The girls all seemed to have this outing well organized. One car of the two we came in was

One of two huts we had

One of two huts we had

loaded with containers of food and drink, and other beach necessities. The beach area is fairly narrow, with shaded areas for picnicking. The shaded area had 7×10-foot sections marked off and covered, which I gather are for rent. We had two adjoining sections, but people would camp themselves in the sections in between and immediately in front, where it was free to camp. So, when we arrived, there were families all around our two little islands of emptiness.

Tarps were laid down on both sand floors and one hut was used for eating and food storage and the other area for relaxing. A barbecue was set up just in front, on the beach, and a fire was started. Meanwhile, I’m exploring. We were near one end of the beach where there was some rock outcroppings and a fishing pier. I left my fishing rod (still have the reel) inDSC_1412 Nevis so there would be no fishing today. The beach went on for about half a mile in the other direction, rocky areas dividing up smaller beaches. The water was typical, muddy close in and somewhat bluer 50 yards or so out. There was a lot of seaweed in the water, which made swimming not so great. Toward the end of the day, I did go in, and most everyone else waited until it was time to go on the banana boat.

Everything was well organized, with eating first on the agenda. I was first handed a nut-like fruit that has a white flesh. A quick Internet check for you reveals this is a mangosteen, which has a hard, thick skin that is dark purple with tints of red and brown.

Plenty of ikan

Plenty of ikan

Clasp the fruit between your hands and slowly squeeze it below the stem to reveal the bright white segments within, the larger of which may have pits.  It has a subtle flavor, a nice balance of sweet and tart. Then a small fruit with sections in it like an orange and with a citrus flavor. This is called a Klengkeng.  It is the size of a small grape, and has a very thin brown shell that you can break open with your fingernails. Gotta try new things, folks!

The fish and chicken dishes were laid out waiting for the fire to heat up, piles of what I used to catch for bait in Florida were already seasoned and breaded. A pan of shellfish (gongong) with chili sauce on the side was the appetizer, toothpicks available for digging the little suckers out of their home. A little butter and Parmesan crust and it would taste like  escargot.

A plate of chicken and rice was finally forced on me and later I tried some fish. (A lot later, like when I returned home, I made myself a big burger).

Once the meal was finished, everyone started getting pumped about going on the bananaDSC_1511 boat. My disaster in Malaysia parasailing convinced me my knee did not want to get on a bucking piece of plastic that they try to throw you off of in the open sea. So I was the official photographer. The “boats” have 5-6 places to sit on them, with a rope to hang on to. The charge is Rp25,000 per person, or roughly $2. We had nine in our group who couldn’t wait to ride the bucking fishing float for whales. BTW, the main thrill of the ride actually is being thrown from the float.

Once the riding was done, many of us walked the beach that I had already walked before,DSC_1532 taking more pictures. Some of the girls wanted to pose for my camera. Terrible job.

When we got back to the huts, all the girls started cleaning up like a planned drill. Spotting some monkeys in the corner of the beach where the people had left, I walked over to take a few shots. There were about a dozen monkeys going through the trash left everywhere. They just throw their trash anywhere here; the beach was decorated in plastic cups and papers, etc. There is a crew, and everybody did pay to be at the beach, but still, a little putting-the-trash-in-the-trash-can-right-next-to-you should not be hard. I guess Americans were the same way before there were littering laws.

All loaded up, we headed back home, but not before one more stop. The Barelang BridgeDSC_1538 area is a major gathering area for the locals on a Sunday. There are food stalls lining both sides of the road on either side for a couple hundred yards on both ends of the bridge. Almost all of them were selling grilled corn, fresh from the field and cooked while you waited. Apparently, this is what you do when returning from the beach – stop to have some corn on the cobb. Everyone was doing it. It’s wrapped in heavy paper, with a stick for holding, and spiced the way you want. We took ours to eat in the car.

All in all, an excellent, yet tiring day. How can you go wrong with just two men and a dozen women?

 

About 2bagsandapack

Lifetime journalist, author, magazine editor and publisher, now semi-retired and traveling the world. My plan, after living in Costa Rica for 14 months, was to visit a new country in southern Europe every three months to experience the culture and the challenge of adapting to a new environment, while on a fixed income. That plan was sidetracked when I was offered a job in Indonesia, providing an opportunity to explore Asia. Indonesia lasted for a 4 wonderful years but I have now moved on to Hua Hin, Thailand.
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2 Responses to A day at the beach

  1. 2bagsandapack says:

    Just living in town instead of being isolated at Smiling Hill makes a difference. Loving it!

  2. erikaarch says:

    Great photos! See what advantages there are to living in the bar district! Ready-made friends and outings…

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