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Rocks, a classic Land Rover, an escape from Jakarta, and my birthday toy.
Now another of the many things to note about Sena is that he is what can only be described as a Land Rover aficionado. He has two, both classics, and he rolled up at 6.00 am Sunday in a beautifully immaculate and lovingly maintained short wheel-base 1991 Defender; I was taken back to my days nearly forty years ago nursing and cajoling this one’s ancestor around the mountains and deserts of Oman.
To encounter so quickly the landscapes, the villages, the markets, and the general hustle and bustle of early Sunday morning in rural Java was an immense pleasure – the contrast with Jakarta’s metropolitan chaos to be savoured. Sheep, geese, rice being harvested, rice being dried, dragonflies in many different colours, simple but well-engineered bridges, and, above all, kids having fun on a Sunday afternoon down by the river.
But, being admittedly slightly obsessive on one particular topic, I have to ask: what’s wrong with this river? A hint? Where’s the sand? Or. for that matter, the gravel? Or the cobbles? The Cipamingkis is a very odd-looking river simply because all the sand, all the gravel, and all the pebbles have been removed, excavated (hence the strange pools and the absence of a clear channel), trucked away. Well, not entirely – this amazing vintage truck was still shipping rounded river stones out of the valley, probably to enhance the landscape gardening of some suburban Jakarta villa. Odd how we can manipulate landscapes.
So, a great day out – three geologists, only four different interpretations, but a common conclusion: the seas come in, and the seas go out…