A forty-five minute drive uphill and over rocky roads brought us to two waterfalls. There's something inspiring and peaceful about waterfalls. Cool water flows down the mountainside converging on the lowest areas of the terrain and then crashing to even lower lands below. The soil is washed away leaving only rocks to bear the force of the falling water.
Adding to our enjoyment of the waterfalls was the cooler air of the higher elevations. Here, in small villages, people eek out a living farming small plots of rice or vegetables on the terraced slopes. It's hard to imagine how long it took people to terrace the ground. Here, heavy equipment is used only in the cities. In the country, oxen teams still cultivate the ground. The villagers' primary tools are a large hoe and a short sickle. Looking at the small terraced fields makes me wonder if all of the work has been worth the effort of someone's endless days work with nothing but a hoe to move earth. The answer of course is yes. Like longterm investors, whoever created the terraces knew that the ground would provide income for themselves and their descendants.
Sometimes the beauty of Indonesia is lost on me. With each passing day, our lush surroundings, seem less lush and more just apart of everything. I wonder if the same is true for those who live and work near the waterfalls.
Kids enjoyed the waterfalls. It was a chance to get wet on a hot day. They played for over an hour in the cool 55 degree water. There was even a short natural waterslide just down from the waterfall that the kids tried out.
Our visit to the countryside was enjoyed by all. We hope to make more excursions into the world surrounding us. We'll take pictures and share what we see just in case you never make it to Indonesia.
Hi guys. Looks like gorgeous surroundings.
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