Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The Road of 55 Bridges


Amanraya.

I couldn't even think about it as a destination. I didn’t know where it was except "somewhere in the south". But after half an hour in the car I understood that we were going far. Where I come from, France, people tend to have a wrong idea about disdtances. A city is not that far if it is 200 km afar, but you hardly can take anybody for a 5km walk.
Here in Indonesia, even more in this island , you can realize that your legs can be far more useful than you think; And when you are on for a 150km trip around the island, you also understand that everything is far when it's above 10km away.

If we’d have been carrying nitroglycerine along the way, we'd be all dead by now. Bumpy is the most accurate adjective I can find to describe the situation of the roads here, and even if you are tempted by a look at the see and the mountains, you definitely come to keeping your head as straight as possible, regretting that your neck's vertebrae are not wielded together. The soil is muddy, partially made of clay over the hard mountain rock, and this is a nightmare when you want to maintain a road in an acceptable state. Add to this the earthquakes and floods and you quickly understand why you end up shaking like a beaten apple tree.

I'm working for an NGO, I have to make myself useful and cooperative as often as possible. So I sought to myself, "You could report what's wrong about theses roads".
Bridges.
A broken road, if not by a major landslide, can be fixed, even temporarily. But what about a bridge ?
Take, for example, this one: one end collapsed and got several tenth of centimeter down in the ground, making it steep sloped and impossible to access for any heavy equipment. The kind that could be used, say, to repair a road.
And this other one, wood over concrete : some of the beams are rotting, some other are not screwed anymore, and some are just missing, it's hardly wide enough for a four wheeler to pass over it, and a truck fell from if some weeks ago. When we ran over it with our vehicle, actually a four wheeler, I heard the wood crack underneath, and I saw the beams moving... Disturbing isn't it ?

Well I'm not gonna repair it myself, but I shall report it, along with the 54 other bridges spread over the 150km between Gunung Sitoli and Amanraya.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

kikoo say le barbadoux des bois.

Danny said...

Hi dude, friend of old, nice to see you there, keep in touch.

Anonymous said...

Hey dude, how are you, Demongo always cry Since you Leave Gf

Danny said...

Don't she cry, i'm not unique, just über cool :p

I'm fine, everything here suits me, I love my job and I love this island. It's not easy everyday I must confess, but I'm leaving the most meaningful moments in my life :)