Leaving Toraja with its magnificent views, a little girl with a doll caught my eye. Flowers wave in the breeze on hanging canopies on handmade wooden doors. Little windows on shingled houses in the rice paddies,as we drove into the heat of the day to the caves . Passing through a dramatic mountain area, steep mountains, grey turfs and more wooden houses tuck into the rich rugged countryside. My eyes follow the stripped checkered black and white painted cement edges of the roadside and grass hedges along river. The pattern holds the design of the landscape together, with crickets in grass, mountains in distance, statues on roadside, cement, tree lined wooden benches over grand view. I talk to a fellow stopping for a drink with his motorbike. He tells me of a flood in the valley below a few years back. Purple flowered trees , sparkling plastic roofed houses dot everywhere as we approach the ocean, more houses all built on stilts. From the town of Pare Pare we take a ship to Java.
Toraja is also famous for its ikat where they bind the fibers to resist the dye: