We are stuck in the airport in Makassar waiting hours for our flight to Bali....but we managed to find a cool place to chill out with an ancient computer as a way to kill some of the time. I figured I'd upload a few photos from our time in Toraja but, alas, I can't seem to plug my cameras into this computer. So a few decent (in my snobby opinion, phone photos don't cut it for a place like Toraja) photos from Jay's phone will have to do for now.After spending a ton of time in the sun and in the water in Papua, I was excited (Jay not so much but he came around) to spend time in rice fields and mountains. We had to fly through Makassar in order to get back to Bali for our flight back to the States....so it was my chance to finally visit Tana Toraja. I had heard about Toraja three years ago when we started researching the island of Sulawesi as part of a vacation we took to dive and hike in that area (go to blogs from November 2012 to read about that trip, sorry I can't deal with links from this computer right now). But Sulawesi is massive and we never made it south of the northern tip of the island on that vacation. Enter our vacation in Papua and suddenly I was going to be landing right in Makassar, the only real gateway from the south to Toraja. So we spent the night in Makassar, ate an amazing Christmas dinner at a tasty Indonesian restaurant, and stuck our asses on a bus for 11 hours to get to the town of Rantepao in the area known as Toraja.

It doesn't take much more than one or two photographs to figure out why I wanted to come here. The tongkonans (these unique houses and rice houses) are gorgeous, the Torajan people must be the nicest people on the planet, and the rice fields and mountains were stunning and WAY bigger than I expected. The Torajan culture is very unique in that most of their life seems to be spent preparing for death (or saving money for it).... their funeral ceremonies are very elaborate and they welcome guests to the week-long events where over 1,000 guests may attend. They, in fact, seem to want tourists to come, take photos, pay respects to the dead, eat their food, and watch their water buffalo fight. So we attended a very large funeral and it turned out to be one of the most amazing cultural experiences of my life. Jay took lots of video, but only one shot of one of the many processions of family members coming into the funeral.

More stories will follow - this should give you a good taste of the fun adventures I will describe in blogs to come. We fly to Bali tonight, have two days there, and then we are off to Vancouver and our house on the 2nd. Can't wait to snuggle with Darwin and Lester....










