Lombok: the quieter side of Bali

Lombok: the quieter side of Bali

Lombok is only a 20-minute hop from Bali, but it couldn't be more different from its wildly overdeveloped sister island



It is the end of the rainy season in Lombok, but the storm is yet to break. The air, heavy with moisture, collects in my elbow pits and rests on my top lip like milk. Even the breeze is dense and sticky. A horse and cart rattles along the narrow road and then a scuffed moped, its driver resting on a cushion of unplucked chickens. Is this small, self-sufficient volcanic island really becoming, as its embryonic tourist board suggests, the new Bali?

Twenty minutes away by air, Bali itself is bursting. This year the country is targeting 7 million foreign tourists – traffic jams block the streets, hotel complexes have been built over paddy fields, visitors tweet about the pollution. But Lombok, one of 27 provinces in the Indonesian archipelago remains, if not untouched, then certainly unbruised. In 1966 50,000 people died of famine on the island; one hopes the slow infusion of foreign wealth will prevent that happening again. Over the years the island has been primed for tourism annually, but it's only now, as plans for an international airport and a $600m project to put 10,000 luxury villas on Lombok's southern coast take shape, that the industry is showing real growth – boutique hotels spread tastefully around the coast.

After a 13-hour flight, my boyfriend and I take the three-hour connection from Singapore to Lombok, where we queue for $25 tourist visas and emerge exhausted into the dusty wetness of a busy dusk. It's a two-hour journey to Sekatong Bay, where Cocotinos recently became the first hotel to open on the island's east coast. We drive through Mataram, the island's capital, then out through the villages, where covered platforms line the roads and act as parasols for Lombok's weary workers. From shelves on every roadside house children sell mismatched glass bottles of moped fuel and packets of nuts. The hotel's rickety pier strikes through the dark sea like a fallen Christmas tree, and by candlelight we eat our first nasi goreng, a fried rice dish that's served for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

A day later, we travel west to Senggigi, the closest thing Lombok has to a holiday resort. Every drive here is in the shadow of Mount Rinjani, an active volcano that tourists can camp out on to photograph the sunrise and honeymoon energetically. We pass paddy fields where women stand in conical hats, casually thrashing the rice while their babies run naked through puddles. From a distance I see a glint of silver in the road – as we approach I realise it's a blanket scattered with tiny drying fish. It looks like a sequined jacket discarded after a party.

Senggigi is a concrete collection of karaoke bars and red-chested men. This is what Lombok might look like if the island wasn't 80% Muslim – the Hindu culture in Bali is more welcoming to those seeking all-day happy hours and bikini competitions, but it is Lombok's modesty that locals hope will ensure that it doesn't crumble under the weight of tourists. We stay at one of Senggigi's mid-priced hotels, Qinci Villas, where the tide comes in so far it splashes diners in the restaurant. Hawkers shout up from the beach, selling their local pearls and sarongs at "special sunset prices". Restaurants down the hill offer a taxi service from the hotels, which we use to visit Warung Manega, a seafood restaurant sat snugly on the shore. They barbecue fish over coconut husks and serve it accompanied by colanders of rice and salads of water spinach – a huge platter of squid, king prawns and fish costs around 100,000 rupiah, less than £8. Tip: if, in your excitement at selecting the biggest prawn you've ever seen, you drop it in the sand, rinse with Bintang beer. It'll still taste better than most dinners you've enjoyed.

The posher hotels, we learned that night, cost more because they're built further away from the mosques – mosques that broadcast their call to prayer very loudly from 4.30am until breakfast. A blogger on the island recalls a recent story in which a hotel owner "dared to suggest to a local village meeting that perhaps they could turn the volume down a touch on the prayer chant. The police subsequently arrested him." The blogger continued: "He received death threats and his villas were looted. To date no one has been arrested for the destruction to property. Lombok is a whole different kettle of fish from Bali."
Jeeva Klui A sense of calm at Jeeva Klui.

At Qinci, mosquitos slap juicily against the mirror, there are no televisions to watch when the storm finally breaks and the air conditioning spits an oddly urinary smell through the vents. We're happy to move on round the coast, past stands selling grilled jagung bakar (corn on the cob) and a bar where a covers band improves U2 songs by slurring the lyrics into a stream of pure emotion, to Jeeva Klui, a boutique hotel that shimmers with calm. In the morning we get a lift into the local market – on the way, we're reminded that to point with your left hand will cause offence, and I feel as foreign as snow, a feeling that returns whenever I meet locals, my hulking white body towering above their 5ft heights.

At the market, women sit on the floor rebalancing their bananas and komak beans in the shade of an umbrella. Chillis (the Indonesian translation of Lombok) cascade from baskets, topless boys hack coconuts into neat skull-shaped hunks, rice and salt are weighed by hand and, inside a vast dark warehouse, meat is presented red and semi-alive on heaving trestle tables. The island grows everything it needs, and each village has its speciality: one produces tofu from its bean curd, another makes dried shrimp paste, another is famous for its salted shark. All are available here, alongside cages of live cocks, being sold not-so-secretly for fights. We walk past the cidomos (the tiny horses and carts) and through a fisherman's village, where thatched shacks squat metres away from the sea and narrow boats (jukung) are tethered after they've delivered their red snapper.
Gili Eco Villas Gili Eco Villas on the island of Gili Trawangan. Photograph: Christopher Leggett

The tiny Gili islands are visible from the shore, with Gili Trawangan (the most developed) a popular backpackers' destination. We skid across the sea in a rickety speedboat and hail a cidomo on the jetty. There are no cars or fresh water on the Gili islands, but to make up for it there are plenty of Australian teenagers singing Katy Perry songs. Our dwarfish horse totters us drunkenly to Gili Eco Villas, a collection of houses at the far end of the island where the tiny rooms contain little more than a mosquito-netted bed. On the beach, snorkellers and divers coo over coral, and we watch clouds gather from a bar on stilts in the water. When the storm comes, it is so strong it cuts the electricity, so we sit in the dark under a wall-less roof and watch lightning rip across the ocean. The outside bathroom is alive with frogs and the mirrors steam up with thick tropical heat. When we get hungry, we pick through the forest, pausing in a wet huddle between flashes, and eat nasi goreng under a bamboo canopy.

In the morning, everything is sodden, and everyone is asleep. Back on the west coast of Lombok, another stormy night in the eccentric Puri Mas hotel means we are tied to the balldancing-themed bar, where a local band persuades my boyfriend to join them in hours of Elvis covers.

Tugu Lombok, our sixth hotel, looks like it was carved by talented giants. Spectacular and beautifully grand, with colourful traces of Dutch colonialism, it features ancient statues of Hindu gods scattered among the sun loungers, and the sea is clear enough to see blue fish nodding past your knees. We're woken by birdsong and pad into the outside bathroom with its huge copper bath.

We spend a final night around the bay at the famous Oberoi. The island's first luxury hotel is a temple of elegant excess, where a waiter watches sunbathers discreetly, sweeping over with sorbet on banana leaves when they start to sweat. The air is cleaner here, the money evident. Cycling out of the gates past the corrugated iron shacks that make up nearby villages, I feel as though my comparative wealth is visible like a guilty blush. I'd heard stories about Indonesians further inland throwing rocks at tourists, but we encounter only curiosity from the women resting by the road and excitement from the uniformed schoolchildren who run alongside our car, thumbs raised. Our final meal, a rijsttafel – an Indonesian feast – is served over the water in a candlelit hut. By the pool an orchestra of local children pluck traditional (if atonal) songs while women dance slowly.

On the way to the airport we stop in Pusuk Forest, where grey monkeys swarm by my feet for peanuts. The larger ones swipe the nuts away from the smaller ones, who lurk, hoodie-like, by the car. As we drive away, I'm convinced I see one swear.

Ubud – the best Holiday Vacation On Bali

ubud ngaben ritual

Ubud is a town on the Bali Island in Ubud District, located amongst rice paddies and steep ravines in the central foothills of the Gianyar regency. One of Bali’s major arts and culture centres.

Ubud is famous for it’s regularly nightly traditional dance performances, which are part of the traditional culture and are arranged for tourists on a regular schedule. The main street is Jalan Raya Ubud (it  means: main road), which runs east-west through the center of town. Two long roads, Jalan Monkey Forest and Jalan Hanoman, extend south from Jalan Raya Ubud. Puri Saren Agung is a large palace located at the intersection of Monkey Forest and Raya Ubud roads. The home of Tjokorda Gede Agung Sukawati (1910-1978), the last “king” of Ubud, it is now occupied by his descendants and dance performances are held in its courtyard. It was also one of Ubud’s first hotels, dating back to the 1930s.

On this year, Ubud was awarded as the best city of Asia. This award is given by Conde Nast Traveler magazine. The results of the annual election of the readers Conde Nast Traveler magazine chose Bali as the best city of Asia with a score of 82.5 of the total score with 100.

For you who want vacation to bali, ubud providing a lot of resorts  with various facilities like spas and villas. I’ll show you some places that could be a reference.

• Ubud Village Resort
• Maya Ubud Resort And Hotels
• Hotel Komaneka Resort Ubud
• Ubud Sari Resort and Spa
• Kamandalu Resort and Spa
• Kori Ubud Resort
• Maya Ubud Resort

Ubud-Agricultural State

Ubud Resort-Vacation on Bali

Ubud-Traditional Building

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Derawan Island, a dream island for divers

Derawan Island-sunrise

Welcome to the lovely tropical islands in Kalimantan (or also known as Borneo) area, Derawan Island. An island with sea-colored blue and green shades are stunning, soft sand, rows of coconut palms on the coast, with a small forest in the middle of the island that’s become the habitat of various species of plants, animals and natural beauty of the enchanting underwater. No wonder if Derawan Island become top three world-class dive destinations and makes the Derawan as a dream island for divers.

Around Derawan Island, at least 28 diving spots identified. To explore all of spots you need about 10 days with one dive at each spot. To move from one spot to another, you can use the ship. You also can explore the island on foot.

Well, many activities you can do on Derawan Island, especially for marine tourist activities such as snorkeling, fishing, diving, swimming and observe the green turtle.

How to get Derawan Island

It’s easy to reach this beautiful island. You can simply fly about 3 hours to Balikpapan by plane from Jakarta, Surabaya, Yogyakarta or Denpasar. From Balikpapan, you still have to fly to Cape Redeb baout one hour by plane KAL Star, Deraya or DAS. In addition, Cape Redeb can also be reached by sea, with boarded the ship from Samarinda or Tarakan to Tanjung Redeb or followed by a motorboat hire.

Derawan Island-twilight view

Derawan Island-sunrise view

stunning scenery at Derawan Island

Green Turtle view on Derawan Island

Green Turtle swimming in Blue sea

Dderawan island-turtle view

Derawan island-resort view

Derawan Island resort-side view

blue sea of Derawan Island

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Buffalo Soldiers: Living for Death in the Tana Toraja

“Are funerals like this in London?” asks my new Torajan friend.
The dead man’s drum-shaped coffin emerges from the matrimonial bedroom where he has “slept”, preserved in formalin, with his family for the last eight months. Now he has left the house, he is finally dead, his soul winging its way towards the afterlife.
“Not really,” I say. “People are always buried within about a week of their death. Normally we put them in the ground. Sometimes we burn the bodies.”
As if sensing that one of their souls will shortly follow the dear departed, the pigs, hogtied with strips of bamboo bark in the noonday, equatorial sun, reach a crescendo of screaming.
“What do you sacrifice?” he asks.

“We don’t have sacrifices in England,” I say.
“Not even a chicken?” he asks, clearly shocked and politely disapproving that our dead could pass into the afterlife unescorted by even the lowest of creatures.
“Not even a chicken,” I say, apologetically, thinking of the sandwiches, cocktail sausages, olives, quiche and French fizz at my grandmother’s funeral eighteen months ago and a world away.

Like my grandmother, though, like the deceased, like the other funeral guests, and like the folk whose bodies lie below the hanging graves in the nearby village, my interlocutor is a practising Christian.

Here in the dazzling highlands of south central Sulawesi, where jagged mountains fling out green hills like flying buttresses, rice terraces tumble like mirrored staircases and surrealist outcrops jut from the hilltops, pretty much everyone is Christian, in fact.
The Muslim evangelists who swept across the Indonesian archipelago shortly before the Portuguese arrived half a millennium ago never reached this far into the interior. So the Toraja followed their old beliefs and rituals unmolested until well into the twentieth century.
Then Protestant missionaries, with a mental athleticism almost Jesuitical in its genius, managed to paste the Good Book over the existing animist framework.
Just, in fact, as their antecedents pinned Christmas onto the Roman festival of Saturnalia and the druidic ceremony of Yule, and painted Easter carefully over a myriad spring fertility rituals.

Along the main road, where scooters whiz and bemos roar, there are almost as many little churches as there are tongkonan houses, their roofs curved dramatically like the boats which, the Torajans believe, brought their ancestors over the sea from Indochina.

And the crocodile of female relatives who process past the 40-odd bamboo structures erected to house family members over the week or so of the funeral are dressed in good Christian garb.
They bear token gifts of coffee, tea and biscuits, covered with purple doilies, into the family reception room.
Their menfolk carry the larger gifts – the pigs, the plastic jerry cans of palm wine and rice hooch – up the hill on bamboo poles.

Others lead their highly prized buffalo, with quiet, or more obtrusive, pride. I mean, if you’d spent three years’ wages on a buffalo for the slaughter, would you laugh or cry?

The dead man’s beautiful grandchildren form the reception line, fidgeting in beads, silk and turbans like so many pages and bridesmaids at a Western wedding: last-minute wardrobe adjustments included.


Men bring the conventional token gift of a carton of kretek (clove cigarettes), sometimes in elaborate boxes, other times (as we did) in black plastic bags. Though a couple of the older mourners wear solemn expressions, the atmosphere is more festive than funereal.


It’s a celebration. A good show. Months of planning and crippling financial investment reach its culmination in days of processions and ritual.
Not only what the dead man would have wanted. But what he worked his entire life to achieve.
It would be fair to say, however, that the nine year old does not entirely appreciate this masterclass in comparative religion and ethnology. He is concerned by the condition of the pigs.

Some of them are foaming at the mouth. Others urinate and defecate uncontrollably. Immobilised by their bamboo carrying poles, dumped on the ground like so many sacks, they alternate between panicked screaming and a desperate panting.

This prize sow will, apparently, be spared the coming holocaust. Which is why someone has covered her in rattan leaves, a token attempt at shade.
“This is making me nauseous,” Z says. “Can we go yet?”
“No,” I say, pompously. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to see an authentic animist funeral. We can go after the sacrifices.”
“Mum…” he says.
“Have you ever seen a buffalo sacrificed?” I ask.
“No,” he says.
“Me neither,” I say. “So we should. But you don’t have to look if you don’t want to.”
Z has done really well, in fact. He’s eaten lunch (plain boiled rice — after a look at his expression when confronted with the pork, I explained in my pidgin Indonesian that “Child Eat Boiled Rice. No More. Thank You. I Eat. Very Good. Good good!” ). And he has done so using his right hand, not his left.
Two strapping chaps begin to dig a hole in the ground, in front of the decorative rice barns under whose porticos the elite guests sit.
“I really don’t like this,” Z says. “Do you see that buffalo there? He’s got blood coming out where the ring goes through his nose.”

Torajans reckon their wealth in buffalo. Even an entry-level bovine costs thousands of dollars: a blue-eyed, albino version will sell for around 250 million rupiah (or well over 25 thousand US dollars). More than the price of the most elaborate tongkonan and many times the price of the car.
Throughout their lives, they work to amass these precious creatures, and tend them with a deep affection. Not necessarily as rice farmers, any more, though this is how the dead man acquired the wealth demonstrated for the first time at his funeral and the rich soil of the highlands supports three rice harvests every year. Today, they could be computer repairmen, teachers, motor mechanics, tour guides…
Then, as family members die, the buffalo are sacrificed, in an epic of conspicuous consumption and family togetherness that puts the average Western wedding quite to shame.

Bill, the dead man’s Australian son-in-law, up from Jakarta for the occasion and resplendent in black shirt and black funeral sarong, has invited us for coffee and tea.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say, rather awkwardly, given that we are here, essentially, to gawp.
“It’s alright,” he says. “He’s been dead since December, so it’s pretty much in the past.”
“December?!” I say.
“Yeah,” he says. “They’ve been getting together the money for the buffalo. It takes months to do that. Sometimes years. They’re expensive things, buffalo. And people round here don’t earn much. I bought three of them,” he adds, wryly. “I mean, my wife did…”

The MC continues his perorations, reciting the gifts brought and the names of their donors, inscribing each on old-fashioned carbon duplicate forms.
The local Protestant pastor will show up later in the day, after the sacrifices are safely complete and before too many of the jerry cans of palm wine and rice spirit have been drunk, to give a form of eulogy. I imagine a character straight out of Anthony Burgess’ Malayan Trilogy, returning home to gin and obliteration at the hopelessness of his flock.
A handler brings forward one of the ten or so buffalo which scatter the grounds, stroking his forehead and murmuring soothingly. The diggers produce the widest bamboo pole I have ever seen – almost a foot in diameter, I would guess.
At the sight of engineering, Z’s colour lifts noticeably.
“Oh,” he says. “Do you think they’re digging the hole to put the stake in?”
“I reckon so,” I say.
“I think that’s the buffalo they’re going to sacrifice, don’t you?”
“Yep,” I say.

The chaps secure the bamboo pole with three wooden stakes, each three or four inches in diameter. A screaming pig is unceremoniously dumped on the ground behind the pole, where it squawks and grunts itself into submission.
Another procession of women files past. The women of this branch of the family are wearing lilac tops. Rather, I think, like bridesmaid’s outfits in the west.
The concept of family in the Toraja is an extensive one: a better translation might be “kin” or “clan”. It encompasses everyone up to grandparents (their siblings, their children, and their children’s children), and everyone below that.

The dead man was ninety-four with nine surviving children of his own from a sequence of wives. The relatives have invested in a ton and a half of rice to feed guests over the week, and round the back of the guest constructions guys are killing, singing and butchering pigs around the clock.

Poorer neighbours have set up temporary stalls under the bamboo guesthouses and on the track leading up from the main road.
Martin, our guide, remarks with ill-concealed envy on the number of buffalo. “He was a very rich man,” he says. “And his children have very good jobs. They’ll probably kill only one today. Another one or two tomorrow. Then seven or eight on the sacrifice day.”
Martin’s father died relatively recently. So he owns no buffalo any more. Although a poor family, they put together a ten-buffalo funeral. But nothing on the scale of this.
It rankles.
The buzz of expectation grows. Now, Z and I both eat meat. Whole-heartedly. Bloody fillet. Bleeding roast beef. Tartares, kidneys, liver…
But, as urban creatures, neither of us has ever seen an animal being killed. The closest we’ve come to the living, bleeding source is the whole sucking pig I bought Christmas one year, which a five year old Z, with absolutely no sentimentality whatsoever, insisted on carrying proudly from the butchers.

Some of the young mourners hold ceremonial axes, like the ones which decorate the balcony of the house. But the guy who performs the sacrifice is not in costume and holds only a butcher’s knife. There is no incantation. I wonder, idly, how this ritual would have looked before the missionaries arrived.
The pig dies first, so quietly and matter of factly I almost miss it. The slaughterer bends down, opens the back of the pig’s neck from ear to ear, and catches the blood in a length of bamboo. The creature does not even have the time to scream before its soul is racing into the afterlife.
Though out in the boiling sun, its fellow swine scream in sympathy.
The buffalo is secured to the stake with a halter that runs to its ankle. His handler strokes his nose and murmurs to him lovingly, soothingly. I think of the hecatombs of Homer’s Iliad, the mass slaughter of hundreds of oxen, the moment when the axe fell…
“You need to move back,” says Martin. “It’s dangerous.”
Dangerous? I think. The buffalo is tranquil, calm, doe-eyed, as slow in its movements as any cud-chewing Anchor cow. In all our time in Asia, I have not once seen a buffalo move at anything other than a snail’s pace.
We move back. And then it happens very quickly.

The handler takes the knife. Whips it across the animal’s neck so fast I cannot see it, and leaps out of the way, cobra-speed. The gash gapes open, filling the air with a fine spray of vermilion arterial blood.

The buffalo rears on its hind legs, gallops the length of its halter at phenomenal speed then stumbles, felled by the rope, onto its side.
There it jerks and spasms, trying hopelessly to rise, the gash widening each time it raises its head, a gush of fresh, well oxygenated blood the colour and consistency of Strawberry Ribena sullying the grass, eyes more doelike by the second, mouth open in a soundless bellow, over a tonne of death writ very, very large.
As Z says, “It’s an ugly sight.”
But it’s mesmerizing, too. One’s gaze is drawn away, then back, away, then back.

Maybe I need to read more Hemingway. But I never knew how long a buffalo takes to die. This one alternates between minutes of quietude, chest juddering, eyes blank, blood leaking from its neck, and moments of active struggle, when it lurches upwards as if galvanised by electricity, Frankenstein-style, while guests carry yet more screaming pigs up the hill.
As the dogs begin to sniff around it, and the pool of blood congeals, the buffalo’s soul passes, finally, into the ether, to carry the dead man’s soul on its journey to the afterlife. Z tugs at my arm. We make our farewells. The funeral will continue for several more days. But he has seen enough*.

Komodo Island

Komodo Island Photo Gallery

Images from Komodo, Indonesia
by Burt Jones and Maurine Shimlock - Secret Sea Visions

"Indonesia is the heart and soul of the world's greatest marine biological province. No other place on our planet supports such incredible biodiversity. From its vantage point near the middle of the Indonesian island chain, Komodo National Park, exclusive habitat of earth's largest lizard, the Komodo dragon, is also home to the world's smallest seahorse, Hippocampus bargibanti. Since 1994 we have made twice-yearly trips to Indonesia to photography the fierce dragon, the pygmy seahorse, and a wealth of other terrestrial and undersea wonders. Life thrives within a seemingly endless variety of habitats: isolated offshore islands, fringing reefs, sheltered bays, weather-beaten rocky coast, mangrove swamps, seagrass beds, extensive shallows, and precipitous drop-offs."

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Komodo photos copyrighted by Burt Jones & Maurine Shimlock - Secret Sea Visions © "Why do Indonesia in general and Komodo in particular support such an extraordinary variety of marine life? The complex answer is based on a unique combination of past and present biological and physical factors. Indonesia forms an archipelago of nearly 20,000 islands that span more than three thousand miles across forty-six degrees of longitude. Species diverge whenever they are isolated from their ancestral populations. Indonesia's vast distances and sheer number of islands have caused many species to fragment then form new populations with increasing frequency, resulting in astounding diversity.
"As marine naturalists and underwater photographers, the thing we have enjoyed most about diving in Komodo National Park is its unpredictable nature. Think of the Komodo area as a gigantic rotary beater thoroughly blending its larval brew. We never know which variation of the mix we will encounter, large pelagics, planktonic jellyfish, or tiny seahorses. Because of our many years of experience in Komodo, we have found a few secret spots in the park where we are able to do repetitive dives despite tidal changes and swirling currents, but these places are remote and wild.

Taman Nasional Ujung Kulon

Taman Nasional Ujung Kulon terletak di bagian paling barat Pulau Jawa, Indonesia. Kawasan Taman nasional ini juga memasukan wilayah Krakatau dan beberapa pulau kecil disekitarnya seperti Pulau Handeuleum dan Pulau Peucang. Taman ini mempunyai luas sekitar 1,206 km² (443 km² diantaranya adalah laut), yang dimulai dari tanjung Ujung Kulon sampai dengan Samudera Hindia.
Taman Nasional ini menjadi Taman Nasional pertama yang diresmikan di Indonesia, dan juga sudah diresmikan sebagai salah satu Warisan Dunia yang dilindungi oleh UNESCO pada tahun 1992, karena wilayahnya mencakupi hutan lindung yang sangat luas. Sampai saat ini kurang lebih 50 sampai dengan 60 badak hidup di habitat ini.
Pada awalnya Ujung Kulon adalah daerah pertanian pada beberapa masa sampai akhirnya hancur lebur dan habis seluruh penduduknya ketika Gunung Krakatau meletus pada tanggal 27 Agustus 1883 yang akhirnya mengubahnya kawasan ini kembali menjadi hutan.

Izin untuk masuk ke Taman Nasional ini dapat diperoleh di Kantor Pusat Taman Nasional di Kota Labuan atau Tamanjaya. Penginapan dapat diperoleh di Pulau Handeuleum dan Peucang.

Rafting

Arung Jeram (Rafting) bisa menjadi pilihan anda dalam menghabiskan waktu liburan bersama teman atau keluarga. Mungkin nama tempat seperti Citarik dan Citatih sering kita dengar sebagai tempat rafting yang umum dikunjungi para pecinta olahraga ini.

Tetapi sebetulnya masih banyak lagi tempat di daerah lain yang cocok untuk olahraga rafting berikut adalah beberapa diantaranya:

Sungai Citarik (Class III)

Sungai ini cukup terkenal di antara para penggemar pengarung jeram. Kondisi airnya cukup jernih dan relatif stabil sepanjang tahun. Lintasan yang cukup asyik untuk diarungi sepanjang 17 km. Start dapat dimulai dari Parakan Telu desa Cigelong atau dari Pajagan, desa Cigelong. Sedang finish di desa Citangkolo, Cikidang atau di desa Cikadu, Pelabuhan Ratu. Total pengarungan sekitar 4 jam. Namun pada umumnya pengarungan dimulai dari Pajagan dan berakhir di desa Cikadu.

Sungai Cicatih (Class III – IV)
Terletak di Kab. Sukabumi, sungai cukup lebar antara 25 s/d 100 meter. Entry point pertama adalah dari Dam PLTA Ubruk, sedang entry point ke dua dari desa Bojongkerta. Sedang finish di jembatan gantung Leuwilalai. Lama pengarungan sekitar 3 jam jika titik mulai dari DAM Ubruk, jika mulai dari Bojongkerta lama pengarungan sekitar 2 jam. Jeram terrbesar adalah jeram gigi dengan tingkat kesulitan Class IV.

Sungai Wampu (Class II – III)
Sungai Wampu merupakan sungai paling populer untuk arung jeram di provinsi Sumatra Utara.Sungai ini mengalir melintasi dua kabupaten, yaitu Karo dan Langkat sepanjang lebih dari 140 kilometer. Hulunya berada pada dataran tinggi Karo dan bermuara di kawasan Suaka Margasatwa Karang Gading, Langkat Timur Laut.
Pada kawasan tertentu masyarakat memberi nama yang berbeda-beda untuk Sungai Wampu. Masyarakat di Karo menyebutnya Lau Biang, lalu ada yang menyebut Lau Tuala. Sedangkan untuk bagian hilir di Langkat dinamakan Wampu. Agak ke bagian muara, masyarakat menyebutnya dengan Ranto Panjang.
Rute utama untuk berarung jeram biasanya dimulai dari desa Kaperas di Marike sampai dengan jembatan Bahorok di Kab. Langkat. Jarak tempuh kurang lebih sepanjang 22 km, waktu tempuh normal 4-5 jam. Rute pengarungan yang lebih panjang dapat dimulai dari desa Rih Tengah, kab. Karo.
Hanya saja perjalanan menuju ke desa ini cukup sulit, disamping harus melewati jalan off road selama 3 jam, harus dilanjutkan pula dengan trekking selama 3 jam. Tetapi jangan khawatir karena anda akan disuguhi pemandangan yang indah di titik awal pengarungan.

Sungai Alas (Class III – IV)
Sungai ini terletak di dalam TN Gunung Leuser dan mengalir ke arah Aceh Selatan. Sungai ini termasuk sungai yang selalu diimpikan untuk diarungi oleh penggiat arung jeram. Tingkat kesulitan jeram-jeramnya antara III – IV. Ada beberapa trip yang bisa dipilih. Untuk perjalanan satu hari pengarungan dapat dimulai dari Serkil ke Ketambe atau Natam dekat Kutacane. Jika memang tertarik untuk trip panjang, pangarungan dapat dimulai dari Ketambe ke Gelombang, Aceh Selatan.
Jalur ini adalah jalur ekspedisi yang cukup menegangkan sekaligus mengasyikkan, karena melintas hutan tropis selama tiga hari penuh. Di titik-titik perhentian telah disediakan fasilitas pondok-pondok wisata yang dapat digunakan untuk bermalam.

Sungai Tripa (Class III – IV)
Sungai ini juga terdapat di TN Gunung Leuser. Titik awal pengarungan dimulai dari desa Pasir dan berakhir di desa Tongra, Terangun Aceh Tenggara. Muara sungai Tripa berada di Aceh Barat dan mengalir ke Samudera Hindia. Untuk mencapai desa Pasir dapat melalui Blangkejeren melalui jalan-jalan berlumpur.

Sungai Asahan (Class III – V)
Sungai ini mengalir dari mulut Danau Toba melewati Kab. Asahan dan berakhir di Teluk Nibung, Selat Malaka. Jeram sungai asahan terkenal liar dan deras. Topografi daerah ini bergelombang membuat jeram-jeram di sungai asahan ini menjadi sangat variatif, berombak tinggi, dan panjang. Titik awal dapat dimulai dari Sampuran Harimau yang terletak di desa Tangga di Kab. Asahan dan titik akhirnya di desa Bandar Pulau. Jeram terbesar dan terganas adalah rabbit hole yang mempunyai grade V.

Sungai Batang Toru (Class III – IV)
Sungai Batang Toru terletak di wilayah Tapanuli Selatan berhulu di Danau Toba. Mengalir ke arah Barat daya dan bermuara di Samudera Hindia. Sungai ini dikenal juga dengan nama Aek Sigeon oleh orang-orang Tarutung sampai ke hulu, sedang orang di sekitar Batang Toru ini menyebutnya dengan nama Aek Sarula. Panjang sungai sekitar 125 km.

Way Semangka (Class II – III)
Way Semangka terletak di pingir perbatasan Taman Nasional Bukit Barisan Selatan, Lampung. Lintasan yang asyik untuk diarungi adalah sepanjang 23 km dengan waktu tempuh antara 5 s/d 7 jam. Pemandangan di sisi sungai sangat menarik terutama di separuh sungai bagian atas. Start dimulai dari desa Tugu Ratu dan finish di Dam Talang Asahan. Untuk mencapai tempat start di Tugu Ratu memakan waktu sekitar 5-6 jam dari Tanjung Karang.

Sungai Cimandiri (Class III)
Terletak di daerah Sukabumi Jawa barat. Sungai yang berhulu di Gunung Gede Pangrango ini merentang sepanjang 8,6 km. Biasanya, jalur pengarungan yang ditempuh adalah antara jembatan Padabeunghar dan jembatan desa Cilalai, titik yang sama untuk mengakhiri pengarungan di Sungai Cicatih.

Sungai Cikandang (Class III – IV+)
Air sungai Cikandang berasal dari Gunung Cikuray dan Papandayan yang bermuara di Samudra Hindia (laut selatan), terletak di wilayah selatan kabupaten Garut. Sungai ini masih sangat asri dan jauh dari polusi karena jauh dari daerah permukiman. Air sungai Cikandang relatif stabil baik dimusim kemarau ataupun musim hujan.
Lebar sungai bervariasi antara 50 meter – 300 meter. Titik awal pengarungan dapat dimulai dari kampung Sindang Ratu, Pakenjeng dan berakhir di pesisir pantai selatan di desa Cijayana. Lama pengarungan sekitar 4 – 5 jam, jarak tempuh sekitar 20 km. Jeram dengan tingkat kesulitan IV+ adalah Jeram Bangkai, Jeram Sobek, Jeram Erlan Hole, Jeram Tepung, Jeram Batu Nunggul, Jeram Panjang, Jeram Anis, Jeram Parakan Lubang dan Jeram Goodbye.

Sungai Cimanuk (Class III – IV+)
Hulu sungai Cimanuk berasal dari Gunung Papandayan, melintasi 4 Kabupaten, yaitu Garut, Sumedang, Majalengka dan Cirebon. Sungai ini bermuara di laut Jawa dengan beberapa pilihan lokasi dan lama pengarungan. Beberapa entry point untuk pengarungan sungai ini antara lain: Jager – Leuwi Goong, Leuwi Goong – Sasak Besi, Sasak Besi – Limbangan, namun ada pula yang berakhir sampai ke Wado (kab. Majalengka) dengan lama pengarungan mencapai 3 Hari.

Sungai Cipeles (Class II – III)
Terletak di Kab. Sumedang dan merupakan sungai yang baru untuk kegiatan arung jeram. Panjang lintasan yang biasa diarungi sejauh 10 Km dengan lama pengarungan 2 jam. Lokasi entry point sungai ini adalah Rumah Makan Sari Bumi dan finish di Bendungan Sentig.

Sungai Cikaso (Class III – IV)
Hulu sungai Cikaso berada di daerah pegunungan di Sukabumi utara. Sedang muara sungai ini berada di pantai selatan di daerah Kecamatan Surade, Sukabumi Selatan. Panjang sungai yang sudah diarungi baru sekitar 24 km. Sungai ini mempunyai daya tarik tersendiri, karena di sepanjang aliran sungai banyak ditemui air terjun yang meluncur dari tebing-tebing sungai yang ditumbuhi lumut-lumut hijau.
Lebar sungai Cikaso bervariasi antara 50 sampai 100 meter. Di jeram Sarongge yang terletak di kampung Cimampar, Cangkuang aliran sungai menyempit di antara tebing-tebing terjal, bahkan di salah satu bagian aliran sungai tertutup runtuhan batu breksi, sehingga tak dapat diarungi. Entry point dimulai dari jembatan Bojong Kecamatan Kalibunder dan finish di jembatan Cikaso kecamatan Tegal Buleud.

Sungai Palayangan (Class III – IV)
Air sungai Palayangan berasal dari Situ Cileunca yang terletak di Pangalengan, Kabupaten Bandung yang terkenal dengan kesejukannya. Sungai Palayangan memiliki gradien tinggi dengan arus yang cukup deras. Sungai ini dapat diarungi sepanjang tahun. Lebar sungai antara 5-10 meter dengan kelokkan tajam dan beberapa drop menyertainya.
Jeram dengan tingkat kesulitan tertinggi adalah jeram blender yaitu berupa drop setinggi 2 meter, sedang jeram yang paling menarik adalah jeram Kecapi. Airnya dingin, jernih dan bersih. Panjang lintasan sungai yang dapat diarungi adalah 5 km dengan lama pengarungan 1-2 jam.

Pulau Bunaken

Bunaken adalah sebuah pulau seluas 8,08 km² di Teluk Manado, yang terletak di utara pulau Sulawesi, Indonesia. Pulau ini merupakan bagian dari kota Manado, ibu kota provinsi Sulawesi Utara, Indonesia. Pulau Bunaken dapat di tempuh dengan kapal cepat (speed boat) atau kapal sewaan dengan perjalanan sekitar 30 menit dari pelabuhan kota Manado. Taman laut ini memiliki biodiversitas kelautan salah satu yang tertinggi di dunia. Selam scuba menarik banyak pengunjung ke pulau ini. Secara keseluruhan taman laut Bunaken meliputi area seluas 75.265 hektare dengan lima pulau yang berada di dalamnya, yakni Pulau Manado Tua, Pulau Bunaken, Pulau Siladen, Pulau Mantehage berikut beberapa anak pulaunya, dan Pulau Naen. Meskipun meliputi area 75.265 hektare, lokasi penyelaman (diving) hanya terbatas di masing-masing pantai yang mengelilingi kelima pulau itu.

Disekitar pulau Bunaken juga terdapat Taman laut Bunaken yang memiliki 20 titik penyelaman (dive spot) dengan kedalaman bervariasi hingga 1.344 meter. Dari 20 titik selam itu, 12 titik selam di antaranya berada di sekitar Pulau Bunaken. Dua belas titik penyelaman inilah yang paling kerap dikunjungi penyelam dan pecinta keindahan pemandangan bawah laut.

Sebagian besar dari 12 titik penyelaman di Pulau Bunaken berjajar dari bagian tenggara hingga bagian barat laut pulau tersebut. Di wilayah inilah terdapat underwater great walls, yang disebut juga hanging walls, atau dinding-dinding karang raksasa yang berdiri vertikal dan melengkung ke atas. Dinding karang ini juga menjadi sumber makanan bagi ikan-ikan di perairan sekitar Pulau Bunaken.


Taman Nasional Bunaken adalah taman laut yang terletak di Sulawesi Utara, Indonesia. Taman ini terletak di Segitiga Terumbu Karang, menjadi habitat bagi 390 spesies terumbu karang dan juga berbagai spesies ikan, moluska, reptil dan mamalia laut. Taman Nasional Bunaken merupakan perwakilan ekosistem laut Indonesia, meliputi padang rumput laut, terumbu karang dan ekosistem pantai.

Taman laut ini memiliki biodiversitas kelautan salah satu yang tertinggi di dunia. Selam scuba menarik banyak pengunjung ke pulau ini. Secara keseluruhan taman laut Bunaken meliputi area seluas 75.265 hektare dengan lima pulau yang berada di dalamnya, yakni Pulau Manado Tua, Pulau Bunaken, Pulau Siladen, Pulau Mantehage berikut beberapa anak pulaunya, dan Pulau Naen. Meskipun meliputi area 75.265 hektare, lokasi penyelaman (diving) hanya terbatas di masing-masing pantai yang mengelilingi kelima pulau itu.

Taman nasional ini didirikan pada tahun 1991. 97% dari taman nasional ini merupakan habitat laut, sementara 3% sisanya merupakan daratan.

Flora Dan Fauna

Taman Nasional Bunaken memiliki ekosistem terumbu karang yang sangat kaya. Terdapat sekitar 390 spesies terumbu karang di wilayah ini. Spesies alga yang dapat ditemui di Taman Nasional Bunaken adalah Caulerpa, Halimeda dan Padina, sementara spesies rumput laut yang banyak ditemui adalah Thalassia hemprichii, Enhallus acoroides, dan Thalassaodendron ciliatum. Taman Nasional Bunaken juga memiliki berbagai spesies ikan, mamalia laut, reptil, burung, moluska dan mangrove. Sekitar 90 spesies ikan tinggal di perairan wilayah ini.

Di daratan, pulau ini kaya akan Arecaceae, sagu, woka, silar dan kelapa. Selain itu, Taman Nasional Bunaken juga memiliki spesies hewan yang tinggal di daratan, seperti rusa dan kuskus. Hutan mangrove di taman ini menjadi habitat bagi kepiting, lobster, moluska dan burung laut.

Konservasi

Taman Nasional Bunaken secara resmi didirikan pada tahun 1991 dan merupakan salah satu taman laut pertama Indonesia. Pada tahun 2005, Indonesia mendaftarkan taman nasional ini kepada UNESCO untuk dimasukan kedalam Situs Warisan Dunia. Meskipun memiliki status taman nasional dan mendapat pendanaan yang cukup, taman ini mengalami degradasi kecil akibat penambangan terumbu karang, kerusakan akibat jangkar, penggunaan bom dan sianida dalam menangkap ikan, kegiatan menyelam dan sampah. World Wildlife Fund (WWF) memberikan bantuan konservasi sebagai bagian dari "Sulu Sulawesi Marine Eco-region Action Plan". Konservasi meliputi patroli, yang berhasil mengurangi penggunaan bom dalam menangkap ikan.

Bangka Belitung

Daerah yang terletak di 1º50' - 3º10' LS dan 105º - 108º BT ini selain memiliki panorama laut yang indah ternyata memiliki sejarah yang cukup panjang.
Jadi, bagi yang belum ataupun yang sudah mengunjungi Bangka Belitung sepertinya tidak akan lengkap rasanya kalau tidak tahu luar dalam pulau yang cantik nan eksotis ini.



Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung adalah sebuah provinsi di Indonesia yang terdiri dari dua pulau utama yaitu Pulau Bangka dan Pulau Belitung serta pulau-pulau kecil seperti P. Lepar, P. Pongok, P. Mendanau dan P. Selat Nasik, total pulau yang telah bernama berjumlah 470 buah dan yang berpenghuni hanya 50 pulau. Bangka Belitung terletak di bagian timur Pulau Sumatera, dekat dengan Provinsi Sumatera Selatan. Bangka Belitung dikenal sebagai daerah penghasil timah, memiliki pantai yang indah dan kerukunan antar etnis. Ibu kota provinsi ini ialah Pangkalpinang. Pemerintahan provinsi ini disahkan pada tanggal 9 Februari 2001. Setelah dilantiknya Pj. Gubernur yakni H. Amur Muchasim, SH (mantan Sekjen Depdagri) yang menandai dimulainya aktivitas roda pemerintahan provinsi.

Selat Bangka memisahkan Pulau Sumatera dan Pulau Bangka, sedangkan Selat Gaspar memisahkan Pulau Bangka dan Pulau Belitung. Di bagian utara provinsi ini terdapat Laut Cina Selatan, bagian selatan adalah Laut Jawa dan Pulau Kalimantan di bagian timur yang dipisahkan dari Pulau Belitung oleh Selat Karimata.

Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung sebelumnya adalah bagian dari Sumatera Selatan, namun menjadi provinsi sendiri bersama Banten dan Gorontalo pada tahun 2000. Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung didirikan berdasarkan Undang-Undang Nomor 27 Tahun 2000 Tentang Pembentukan Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung tanggal 21 November 2000 yang terdiri dari Kabupaten Bangka, Kabupaten Belitung dan Kota Pangkalpinang. Pada tahun 2003 berdasarkan Undang-Undang Nomor 5 Tahun 2003 tanggal 23 Januari 2003 dilakukan pemekaran wilayah dengan penambahan 4 kabupaten yaitu Bangka Barat, Bangka Tengah, Bangka Selatan dan Belitung Timur. Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung merupakan pemekaran wilayah dari Provinsi Sumatra Selatan.


Wilayah Propinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung, terutama Pulau Bangka berganti-ganti menjadi daerah taklukan Kerajaan Sriwijaya dan Majapahit. Setelah kapitulasi dengan Belanda, Kepulauan Bangka Belitung menjadi jajahan Inggris sebagai "Duke of Island". 20 Mei 1812 kekuasaan Inggris berakhir setelah konvensi London 13 Agustus 1824, terjadi peralihan kekuasaan daerah jajahan Kepulauan Bangka Belitung antara MH. Court (Inggris) dengan K. Hcyes (Belanda) di Muntok pada 10 Desember 1816. Kekuasaan Belanda mendapat perlawanan Depati Barin dan putranya Depati Amir yang di kenal sebagai perang Depati Amir (1849-1851). Kekalahan perang Depati Amir menyebabkan Depati Amir diasingkan ke Desa Air Mata Kupang NTT. Atas dasar stbl. 565, tanggal 2 Desember 1933 pada tanggal 11 Maret 1933 di bentuk Resindetil Bangka Belitung Onderhoregenheden yang dipimpin seorang residen Bangka Belitung dengan 6 Onderafdehify yang di pimpin oleh Ast. Residen. Di Pulau Bangka terdapat 5 Onderafdehify yang akhirnya menjadi 5 Karesidenan sedang di Pulau Belitung terdapat 1 Karesidenan. Di zaman Jepang, Karesidenan Bangka Belitung di perintah oleh pemerintahan Militer Jepang yang disebut Bangka Beliton Ginseibu. Setelah Proklamasi kemerdekaan Republik Indonesia, oleh Belanda di bentuk Dewan Bangka Sementara pada 10 Desember 1946 (stbl.1946 No.38) yang selanjutnya resmi menjadi Dewan Bangka yang diketuai oleh Musarif Datuk Bandaharo Leo yang dilantik Belanda pada 11 November 1947. Dewan Bangka merupakan Lembaga Pemerintahan Otonomi Tinggi. Pada 23 Januari 1948 (stb1.1948 No.123), Dewan Bangka, Dewan Belitung dan Dewan Riau bergabung dalam Federasi Bangka Belitung dan Riau (FABERI) yang merupakan suatu bagian dalam Negara Republik Indonesia Serikat (RIS). Berdasarkan Keputusan Presiden RIS Nomor 141 Tahun 1950 kembali bersatu dengan Negara Kesatuan Republik Indonesia (NKRI) hingga berlaku undang-undang Nomor 22 Tahun 1948. Pada tanggal 22 April 1950 oleh Pemerintah diserahkan wilayah Bangka Belitung kepada Gubernur Sumatera Selatan Dr. Mohd. lsa yang disaksikan oleh Perdana Menteri Dr. Hakim dan Dewan Bangka Belitung dibubarkan. Sebagai Residen Bangka Belitung ditunjuk R. Soemardja yang berkedudukan di Pangkalpinang.Berdasarkan UUDS 1950 dan UU Nomor 22 Tahun 1948 dan UU Darurat Nomor 4 tanggal 16 November 1956 Karesidenan Bangka Belitung berada di Sumatera Selatan yaitu Kabupaten Bangka dan dibentuk juga kota kecil Pangkalpinang. Berdasarkan UU Nomor 1 Tahun 1957 Pangkalpinang menjadi Kota Praja. Pada tanggal 13 Mei 1971 Presiden Soeharto meresmikan Sungai Liat sebagai ibukota Kabupaten Bangka. Berdasarkan UU Nomor 27 Tahun 2000 wilayah Kota Pangkalpinang, Kabupaten Bangka dan Kabupaten Belitung menjadi Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung. Selanjutnya sejak tanggal 27 Januari 2003 Provinsi Kepualauan Bangka Belitung mengalami pemekaran wilayah dengan menambah 4 Kabupaten baru yaitu Kabupaten Bangka Barat, Bangka Tengah, Belitung Timur dan Bangka Selatan.

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Tahun 2007 kelembaban udara di Provinsi Kepulauan Bangka Belitung berkisar antara 77,4 % sampai dengan 87,3 % dengan rata-rata perbulan mencapai 83,1 %, dengan curah hujan antara 58,3 mm sampai dengan 476,3 mm dan tekanan udara selama tahun 2007 sekitar 1.010,1 MBS. Rata-rata suhu udara selama tahun 2007 di provinsi ini mencapai 26,7 oC dengan rata-rata suhu udara maksimum 29,9 oC dan rata-rata suhu udara minimum 24,9 oC. Suhu udara maksimum tertinggi terjadi pada Bulan Oktober dengan suhu udara 31,7 oC, sedangkan untuk suhu udara minimum terendah terjadi pada Bulan Februari dan Maret dengan suhu udara sebesar 23,2 oC.

Kepulauan Bangka Belitung memiliki Iklim tropis yang dipengaruhi angin musim yang mengalami bulan basah selama tujuh bulan sepanjang tahun dan bulan kering selama lima bulan terus menerus. Tahun 2007 bulan kering terjadi pada Bulan Agustus sampai dengan Oktober dengan hari hujan 11-15 hari per bulan. Untuk bulan basah hari hujan 16-27 hari per bulan, terjadi pada Bulan Januari sampai dengan Bulan Juli dan Bulan November sampai Bulan Desember.


Objek Wisata
Pulau Bangka sangat terkenal dengan keindahan pantainya. Pada umumnya pantai di Bangka berpasir putih dan halus namun ada juga yang berwarna kuning keemasan seperti bulir padi. Pantainya landai dengan ombak lumayan besar dan dikelilingi oleh batu vulkanik yang unik dan indah. Beberapa pantai yang terkenal di Pulau Bangka antara lain:

Pantai Parai Tenggiri
Pantai Matras
Pantai Tanjung Pesona
Pantai Rebo
Pantai Batu Berdaun
Pantai Pasir Padi
Pantai Tanjung Ru Sadai,Bangka Selatan
Pantai Tanjung Kerasak, Bangka Selatan
Pantai Gunung Namak, Bangka Selatan
Pantai Tanjung Kelian, Bangka Barat, Mentok
Pantai Tanjung Ular, Bangka Barat, Mentok

Khusus Pulau Belitung merupakan pulau yang indah dengan pasir putih, pemandangan unik dengan pantai pasir putih yang asli dihiasi oleh batu-batu granit yang artistik dan air laut sejernih kristal dan dikelilingi oleh ratusan pulau-pulau kecil. Salah satu pantai terbaik dan unik di Indonesia, seperti:

Tanjung Kelayang
Tanjung Binga
Tanjung Tinggi
Pulau Lengkuas
Pantai Punai
Pantai Tanjung Pendam
Pantai Nyiur Melambai
Pantai Burung Mandi
Pantai Bukit Batu
Selain objek wisata pantai terdapat juga obyek wisata lainnya antara lain:

Pesanggrahan Bung Karno Bukit Menumbing
Wisma Ranggam Mentok
Rumah Mayor Mentok
Masjid Jami' di Mentok
Tangga Seribu Mentok
Museum Timah Pangkalpinang
Masjid Jami' Pangkalpinang
Perkampungan Cina Tradisional Simpang Gedong
Taman Pha Kak Liang di Belinyu
Kolam Pemandian Air Panas di Pemali
Vihara Dewi Kuan Im di Sungailiat
Lokasi Film Laskar Pelangi di Gantung
Vihara Budhayana Dewi Kwam In Damar
Bendungan Pice Gantung
A1 Bukit Samak Manggar
Museum Buding
Situs Raja Balok
Perigi Belande Buding