Are
you looking for an unusual calm, relaxing and uniquely new place unaltered by
the forces of globalization and enjoy a rewarding fishing trip? Let me take you
to an island in east Indonesia called Sumba, and to a particular location of
this island called east of Sumba. How do you get there? There are two flights
to Sumba from the island of Bali: one with “Lion Air” and the second one with
“Merpati Airline”. The Lion Air has newer Airplanes but the check-in will take
at least 45 minutes due to the long queue. All Lion Air flights are using the
same single check-in stand, so even if you are 2 hours earlier you will still
need to wait about 45 minutes; a worse scenario may occur when other passengers
for special reasons have first priority.
The
flight and service are good and it takes about 90 minutes to arrive at Sumba;
the pilot will announce it once you see Sumba from your window. It is a good
time to pull out your camera and take beautiful pictures of the amazing landscape
of Sumba. The first impression once you have landed is of being back in the 80s;
almost everything at the Airport reminds you of old days except for the computers
for check in and the ACs in the boarding lounge. Food is not available at the
airport during lunch time, the only restaurants are in Wangaipu –the largest
town and capital of East Sumba; “Padang” restaurants and small “nasi bungkus”
(wrapped rice meal) stands can be found by the road.
My
trip to East Sumba was mainly for attending the funeral of my friend father David
Wylie who passed away 6 Month ago. It took a two and a half hours drive to David’s
residence. The trip to this location is pleasant and interesting; one can see
the amazing landscape, horses, cows and one of Sumba Kings Residence and many
other interesting rural scenes. When I arrived at David’s residence, I could feel
the positive energy of the place, I felt being at home and these feelings
remained with me during the entire few days of my stay. I happened to arrive at
the sunset time and all my friends gathered by the beach witnessing this
spectacular scene in the evening! They welcomed me with a cold beer, which was
really refreshing and it helped me to relax. Not long after that, dinner was
ready; the food was delicious and consisted of fish caught by Arvid and Hamish
Wylie (son of the deceased), fresh salad, rice, vegetables and chili named by
Hamish “dynamite” because it was extremely spicy; even Arvid -who is used to
most of the hot chilies of Indonesia, was blown away by this small powerful Sumba
chili!
We
all had to contribute to a common task: “catch fish or you will starve”!
However, the pressure was on me because Arvid and Hamish have proven already
the day before of the fantastic catch that we enjoyed at dinner at my arrival. The
challenge was still greater because, they requested lobsters, squid and of
course good fish! I do not like to fish under pressure because I cannot relax
and it affects negatively my concentration. We spent four days fishing and here
is how it went.
Day
1
We
swam from the shore and cut through a channel. The visibility was 5-10 meters
depending on where you headed to; the amount of rabbit fish and their sizes
shocked me. Not only rabbit fish was abundant but also sweetlips, one can easily
be mistaken with a mangrove jack, but the only way to differentiate them is by their
movements. I was warned to be aware of big GTs, African pompanos and snappers.
So I was very selective and patience with pulling the trigger even when I was tempted
by how big and close the Rabbit fishes were! I have not shot anything during my
first two hours; but after a while, I decided to take any worthwhile game in
front of me. Most of them were rabbit fishes but I also spotted a nice
scribbled Snapper, which I followed it to a big rock and it disappeared but I
was then rewarded with a nice lobster. Then I went back to find the scribbled
snapper and it was gone; however, I didn’t wasted my dive because a big rabbit
fish passed right in front of me and I took my second fish of the day. I swam
further away from the channel and saw an ideal terrain for GT patrol or any pelagic
fish. It did not take too long and a nice 5-8 kg green jobfish swam towards me.
I dived down and waited but the jobfish didn’t come close enough and my gun was
not designed for long shots. I waited for it to come back and this time it was
getting closer but still I wasn’t confidence enough; besides that, I thought I
could always come back to find it next time or try one more dive; then the
jobfish never came back. On the way back I saw another lobster and rabbit fish
and I called it a day because visibility was getting worse.
I
spent the rest of the day relaxing by the beach with my friends and watching
the sunset. At dinner, Lativa (Hamish’s mother) cooked an amazing lobster and
fish pasta for dinner. Then, we were a privileged to witness for the first time
a typical traditional savu dance. It was particularly touching the last dance,
when one of the dancers chanted a song about David Wylie, which sounded exactly
like the singing of Native American!
Day
2
This
was the day of the funeral service for David Wylie. The kitchen expanded 10
times; they slaughtered cows, goats, pigs all night and prepared the food
during all day. They needed to prepare food for an estimated 1500 to 2000 guests.
One part of the group – consisting of between 30 to 40 men, was trying to finish
the tombstone which weighted about 5 tons! Sumba is one of the few places in
the world in which follows the custom of megalithic burials. The logistic
itself was absolutely a nightmare; I spend most of the day watching and trying
to suggest them how to complete it. But when you have 40 men shouting,
frustrated and holding on their own ideas, it was really hard to get your voice
heard; they worked from 6:00 AM to 4.30 PM to finish the tombstone.
The
service started at 4:30 PM and it was very emotional; an estimated 1000 of
people witnessed the ceremony, which ended by throwing half of the ashes to
sea. The funeral could not have been done any better; we admired Hamish and his
family who organized this amazing funeral so well! When the last guest went left,
I could see the relief in Hamish’s face; it didn’t take too long until we
started celebrating his achievement; we dined and drank like there is no
tomorrow; dancing and singing and the night were filled with laughter.
Day
3
Everyone
woke up with a big hangover the next day. I was still burping alcohol after
breakfast. But the plan was to film spearfishing for Hamish’s “Adventure TV
Show” for one of the local channel in Indonesia. I was struggling; none of us
shot any fish. But the hangover dive was compensated by a seeing a big turtle and
dugong, accompanied by a school of small golden trevally and good size cobia.
My energy level was depleting very fast due to hangover and I was also scared
to shot anything including the easy target of a cobia behind the dugong. I was afraid
that I would miss it and hit the dugong. I decided not to shot anything and I
went back with huge regret.
I
felt better by noon and decided to try a different spot. We were told that there
are rainbow runners, milkfish and trevally. The reef was the ideal habitat for
good snappers and pelagic fishes. I was teased by a small scribbled snapper; I
missed all the shots. Then I saw another one but 10 times its size. I waited
patiently but it didn’t come closed enough. I finished the day with 2 rabbit
fishes and one silver snapper not sure of its name. We ended the day by going
to bed very early because we were tired.
Day
4
We
had given up on waiting for a boat to take us to a better and more promising
spots. So we decided to try our last spot one more time. I entered the reef
from a small channel. I was greeted by a school of unicorn fish, then African
Pompano and a two meters black tip shark. I felt like a kids in candy store,
and my heart was ready to pump out my chest with excitement. I stop for 2
minute to control my heart beat then full charge through the channel. At first
all the fish was spooked by my entrance; I tried to creep through the side of
the channel but the fish was a little bit edgy. So I decided to ignore the spot
and come back later. It paid off because a school of giant African pompano headed
straight towards me and of course my first target was the first one, which
usually is the biggest one; unfortunately they were too fast so I went for the
more promising shot. I took the shot and the buoy start running, I grabbed the
rope and followed it. Then I tried to pull it slowly and saw the shaft didn’t
go through; clearly I needed to be extra gentle. I slowly pulled it up and it
then started swimming so hard heading towards a big rock; my worst nightmare
was about to start. I swam down and tried to get it off the rock, then not long
after it tangled itself to the next wrong. I literally dive 5 times with 10-20
sec surface time. It the end I caught the fish and grabbed it by the tail and
brought it up. It was a nice 8 kg African Pompano, not the biggest of the group
but good enough for dinner.
I
decided then to explore a new area and it paid off; the terrain was amazing.
Not long after that, we saw scribbled snappers, mangrove jacks; cubera snappers
and this trigged our enthusiasm! Shot after shot and the catch size was getting
bigger and bigger until the point when we decided it was enough fish to last 3
days! The average size of the snapper was 3.5 kg, which amounted to a total of 45
kg of fish! We ended up a day by having a big bonfire and grilled the fish by
the beach.
We
headed back to Bali the next day. We’d wished we could have hired a boat and
hunted the big pelagic fish. Never mind,
the size of the catch of the previous days made up for our failure to catch the
pelagic fish. All in all our experience in East Sumba from every point of view
was unique and rewarding. Our plans are now to go back to East Sumba as soon as
we can. Although on a sad occasion of the funeral of Hamish’s father, our trip this
time proved to first be of comfort to Hamish and his family and then an
opportunity to appreciate their warm hospitality, opportunity to witness such a
sensitive funeral service, and finally admire the local people’s respect for
the integrity of their ocean and environment.
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| Peter and Arvid Spearfishing Sumba |
