Karas Islands, West Papua, Indonesia.
After 5 hours of flight, 6 hours of layover in Fakfak city, and 2 hours of boat ride on Aru Sea, I arrived in Karas, an group of 3 islands with each barricaded by coral reefs and crystal clear water. But mind you, I was city boy without sea legs who nervously stepped on the jetty and just being grateful I didn’t throw up my lunch. And the first thing I did: took out my phone to look for signal.
“We’re still praying for the cellular company to install their tower, sir. Maybe next month, but that’s what they said two months ago.”
The prospect of spending a few weeks in practically nowhere without any modern mean to connect with civilization looked gloomy. An offer to send out word to family by incoming boat the next day was welcomed with a faint smile. What if something urgent happened back home?
“Usually our family contacts us by calling the radio station in Fakfak, Sir. Then the anchor can broadcast the message every evening. You wanna come by to our house tonight as we tune in?”
“No thanks. I can tune in to the radio with my phone, anyway.”
The reception was poor but audible still.
The hour passed and soon it was sunset. With nothing else to do with the phone, I snapped a picture with a sigh.
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