Diving in Manado was one of those boxes that I should have checked off long ago, rather than waiting for ‘things to happen’. Now that I’ve made the decision to relocate, I want to make time for all those dream trips, and can manage only a fraction of them in the few weeks left.
While I had no success with underwater photography, being ‘grounded’ for a day before the flight with a tour in the highlands was totally worth it, and highly recommended for all Manado visitors.
Sulawesi, called Celebes by the Portuguese, is an island with some interesting and some mind-boggling features. Some say it looks like an orchid flower on the map. It is home to some of the most unique and diverse life forms, both over land and under water. There are fascinating ethnic cultures all across the island, and I literally just scratched the northern tip of the land.
The half day drive is near perfect, self-contained with a mix of adventure and entertainment, vast landscapes and scenic villages, the ordinary and the bizarre. No sighting of the famed tarsiers or the maleo birds though – that would take a proper trek through the forests.
There are the ubiquitous farmlands:
The ‘Pasar Extreme’ is not for the faint-hearted, where roasted whole dogs vie for shelf space with bats fried mid-scream and pythons spilling their guts. I’m sparing you the gory sights, but after walking through the extreme-meats lane, I remember thinking that self-mutilation aka tattooing was probably the gentlest activity of this region.
Clouds played spoilsport on the vista views, but made some nice ‘atmospheric’ shots:
The villages – Tomohon and others – had this European quality about them, with highland-type blooms and cute cottages.
Then I came upon this:
Don’t know what they use it for, but it’s my idea of a perfect vacation homestay!
Coffee by the changing-colour Linow lake was so pleasant, I never wanted to leave, even though I saw only 2 of the 3 colours.
A couple of quick stops to see the wooden houses being constructed in the village of Woloan:
And a copra processing unit by the roadside, with a beautiful cacao pod as a sideshow:
If I were a pescatarian, I would be over the moon at the last stop, but I’m just a live-fish lover so I let them go by.
Goodbye, dive boat. So long, Manado.