The Not So Green "Green" Canyon
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Ah beach holidays. How badly we dream about them. We desire them as if from some primal instinct. Every fibre in our bodies wants to lie down on a beach in the Sun.
Dreams are all too rarely achieved.
The weather in Pangandaran did not give us much hope of this. Neither did the drivers of the bikes we took to the Green Canyon. Even before we got on the bikes the kept insisting that the canyon would not be great today. Nevertheless, the stuborn travellers that we are, we carried on.
We visited a nearby brown sugar plantation. This was very different and unexpected. I honestly do not think that I knew that brown sugar came from coconut trees. The let us sample some of their produce while we were there and told us all about the process.
Just around the corner we were taken to a local puppet maker. For somebody who is used to the likes of Punch & Judy as a puppet show, this was a real treat and yet very different. The craftsman was so entertaining to talk to with a larger than life booming voice with a laugh that shook your soul. He was a craftsman of the highest calibre. This was not his only feather in his cap. He was an entertainer. He was one of the performers for the puppet shows too. He graced us with an impromtu performance. Most of the performance was in Bahasa Indonesia but he did quite a bit in English and included us directly. The puppets which at first seemed like very static pieces of wood, came to life once you locked your eyes on them and enjoyed this man's performance. You can tell they all enjoy it as all the local kids came in to watch it.
As we said goodbye to great entertainer, the Heavens opened up and the rain came down heavily. In the middle of a rain storm you really do not want to be caught out coatless, clinging for dear life on the back of a motor bike recklessly pushing through the sheets of rain.
The river of the Green Canyon had turned a thick shade of brown with all the run off from the rain in the hills. The rain was so heavy now that when we went down to the boat, another young lad had to join us just to pan the water out of the boat. The current was so strong that the boat could not make it all the way up the river. The banks were almost entirely like waterfalls there was that much rainfall.
On the way back we stopped off at a beach to surf. Unfortunately the rain never let up.
Further down the road we stopped off at a turtle hatchery. As I had in the previous year worked on a turtle conservation project, I was fully aware of the need for such a project but also how it should be carried out. I did not agree with how this project was run but I did agree that they were still doing a great service to the turtle population. My main issue was that after the turtles hatched, they were not released but kept there until they were larger. I will be honest, I even had my doubts of this happening as several of the turtles were fast approaching maturity. It was however a guilty pleasure to see young turtles swimming as it is a rare sight to see in the wild...not that this was the wild as such.