Why did I want to go back to Tana Toraja? What was it that appealed to me? Not the traces of a sixty years old past, not only, not primarily. Sure, I wanted to show my mother her place of birth, and I realised that for my parents, a trip to faraway Vietnam could relatively easily be combined with a visit to Sulawesi. And of course, our decision to travel with my family in stead of going to a cliche romantic tropical beach together was based on the fact that we had not seen them for eight months or so, and wanted to spend some more time together before they left. There will be another chance for a belated honeymoon, later this year, God willing.
We simply wanted to get out of Vietnam for a while. But then, there are many beautiful neighbouring countries we could have visited. Why Tana Toraja? Was it the mesmerising beauty of the landscapes that appealed to me most, the mountains, the smells of rice paddies and tropical flowers? Or was there something about the culture and people that made me want to go back and learn more? The houses with the ship-shaped roofs, the handsome buffaloes, the statues of the dead, the peculiar mix of old customs and devout Protestantism? Or just the friendly faces and fresh food?
Maybe it was just because of all the places I visited on my trip, Tana Toraja was the only place where I really felt at home - and I felt the desire to share that beautiful place with my dear wife and family, even though I knew that when you visit a place for the second time, it always loses some of its other-worldly magic.
That said, Tana Toraja is tremendously beautiful, no matter how many times you visit it. Unlike last time, this time I did not feel the strong desire to study - so for social anthropological or historical background information, please consult the story I wrote last time. I am sorry it is in Dutch. I may translate it, one day. (I probably won't, though, as I am generally too impatient for translating things. I tried translating the story about our wedding into Dutch, then quit after the first paragraph as I could not get rid of the feeling that I was wasting my time.)
Anyway, we had a wonderful time. We went trekking, we went around by motorbike, we went sightseeing, we relaxed, we played klaverjassen, we ate mangosteens and fish in banana leaf and chicken in bamboo with black rice, we drank tamerella juice and bintang beer, and we enjoyed.
Some pictures of this trip.
