Archives for the month of: May, 2012

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ImageThe empty hands are up in the air. While the soldiers carry out the Gunungan Lanang pass the Keraton (Palace) Pakualaman gate. The securities try to calm down the impatient and furious crowd. The sound of gamelan is vanishing, replaced by the clop of the crowd’s feet. They try so hard to stand as close as possible to the green-looking Gunungan.

About four or five men try to climb the Gunungan, and they made it. Then, they quickly grab the fruits and vegetables that hang on that cone-shaped wooden made. It just like you can see the vegetables raindrop. Long beans, red and green chilies, are grabbed for the mass that crowded around the Gunungan.

Less than 10 minutes, the Keraton Soldiers are rushed and scream, try to escape from the crowd. They carried on the ex. Gunungan, or you may call it: a cone-shaped bamboo made.

What interesting for me is, there is no fight in the crowd, at all. Maybe a little bit chaos. Yet, there is no single violence action. All I can see is laughing and hysteria. The more they get, the more they feel happy.

“Boy would you like to give me one?” an old woman said to a little boy who stands beside me. I am sure, that old lady is unable to take part on that crowd. Age never lies. That boy gives her some long beans.

Grebeg Maulud is an ancient tradition, which exists more than hundred years ago. This Grebeg usually held by the Yogyakarta Palace on the Idul Fitri, Idul Adha, and of course; Maulud Nabi (a day when Prophet Mohammad was born). The Gunungan is the climax from the series of Grebeg Maulud tradition. And, this is a must-see festival for anybody. There is kinds of ceremony before the Gunungan are displayed. Few days before, the Gunungan are kept and guarded in the safe place inside the Keraton

The Gunungan is such kind the prosperity, the gift from King to his people. Many beliefs stated that this Gunungan will bring blessing in life. That’s why many people always come and grab the bunch of fruits and vegetables, which hang on the Gunungan. They may keep it, or save it. (Dwi Putri Ratnasari/ Travelboogie)

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“My grand mother has passed away three days ago. The dead body odor is quite disturbing now. So the family have decided to burry her this noon,” said Mama Weru when I came to her house in Tarumana village, Wanokaka. Elon, the youngest son is sleeping in her lap. While Gusti, Elon’s brother and the cute Ninuh, are still sitting around me. They look so interested with my pocket camera.

“My husband and my brother are looking for a buffalo right now,” she said again.

When I traveled to Sumba, I realized that a possession of water-buffalo is a benchmark of social status. The longer a buffalo’s horns, the more money it will fetch when sold. A buffalo with horns as long as man’s arm can fetch over 20.000.000 rupiahs.

This animal has an important place in Marapu culture. When somebody dies, his or her relatives will gives buffalo to the family of the deceased, just like Papa Weru did. Then when somebody gets married, buffaloes are offered as a dowry. Sometimes the material requirements are difficult to understand for ordinary people just like me. (Dwi Putri Ratnasari/ Travelboogie)

Pasola is a part of traditional procession of Marapu in Sumba Island, East Nusa Tenggara. They held it 4 times a year in different location between February – March. I visited Pasola on February 14th, 2012 that held in Lamboya, West Sumba.  Sandalwood ponies look so pretty on this festival. While the jockeys wore traditional clothes. But they didn’t do a full procession,  such as seeking Nyale or sea worm, just like in Wanokaka. But Lamboya gave me big bonus: an enchanting landscape of West Sumba.

The ceremony held in Sudan hill or a place used to called Hubba Kalla. A very large grassland that have two lonely gravestones of Marapu. I could see Kerewe Beach from the top. On the other part, I also saw some traditional house of Marapu called uma alang. (Dwi Putri Ratnasari/ Travelboogie)

I traveled to Sumba, East Nusa Tenggara on February, 2012. I visited three different district that have their own characteristic. On Garuda Inflight Magazine (May, 2012) I wrote about Marapu gravestone and Pasola when I was visited West Sumba district. And I truly happy because this is the first time that my writing is translated into Japanese. Unfortunately, the editor didn’t give me the pdf format of the article. That’s their rule. So, I only captured few pages from my mobile phone camera. And I will publish another pictures of Sumba soon in this blog. (Dwi Putri Ratnasari/ Travelboogie)

The great thing when travel to Borobudur temple on Vesak Day is the atmosphere that you couldn’t find in any other day. After all, Vesak is a holy day for Buddhist, so be patient and polite visitor are the crucial part when you get there. (Dwi Putri Ratnasari/ Travelboogie)