Tetebatu (Indonesia)

The road climbs and I literally zigzag through the potholes to reach Tetebatu. Two roads and a junction, that is it for the asphalt, the rest, a myriad of muddy lanes where life takes its course in the relative cool of the Rinjani slopes.

I park the moped and continue on foot surrounded by a flock of children finding it funny to see a tourist in their village. They absolutely want to show me a waterfall. We go down across the paddy-fields and discover orchids and magnificent ferns that bloom in the permanent mist brought on by the falling water. I suggest you spare the time of an afternoon, for example, to explore the village.

There are several guest rooms installed in the tobacco dryers, it is very original. From here, I enjoy the view on the volcano. In the village, the cooking is fine and I savour a gado-gado, the Indonesian salad, which leaves me a good memory. The night is peaceful and cool and in the distance I hear the Azan of the muezzins announcing the first prayer of the day that is dawning.