view nearby that yellow bridge
I came across some fishing hamlets at the end of a Oplet ride some twenty kilometers on the outskirts of Jakarta. They were built on low-lying mud flats of a very water-logged piece of land. I came across many small estuaries like the one above which passed under the road as I walked back towards Jakarta in search of transport. The above picture was taken a few hundred meters from that yellow bridge I raved about. I'm still looking for a picture of it. Found one!
Twilight, and fishermen prepare their nets for an evening's work in an inky black estuary leading to the sea. They will hang bright acetylene lamps out either side of their little wooden boats to attract fish.
I have seen a sea off the coast of Padang, West Sumatra, literally ablaze with a thousand stars - the twinkling lights of boats such as these. I have even seen their lights at night dotting a pitch black ocean when flying in a jet at 33,000 feet.
The people were bold and cheeky, but as always in Indonesia, friendly. They were curious to see a white man in their village. Yes, that is a cooking fire on the second wooden boat from the front. I am sure they know what they are doing.
It was a glorious soft balmy evening and I stayed until the hand of a warm velvet night was well and truly upon the land.
A little later in the evening, a little further on the road back towards Jakarta, another little estuary reflecting a pewter sky, a little boat glides beneath another little bridge, a little yellow light in a coffee shop welcomes, a little darker, a little blurred and smudged by a handheld time exposure, a big day, a little tired.