Destination Sumba Part 3

This guy was really trippy. His lips were stained red from years of Betel Nut chewing, he just had that amazing look about him. 7 years ago, before digital cameras were prevalent, it would have been a heavy scene for me to take pics like this in the village. The people of Sumba are extremely nice and welcoming, but there is that full on warrior side to them. My friend explained to me that years ago, they really didn't like things pointed in their face by foreigners and cameras almost caused some serious problems (real serious, not just getting your camera confiscated). I think they have become more accustomed to the cameras, but just in the past few years because we can immediately show results to them.
The reason for my trip to Sumba was to shoot some surfing, document the Sumbanese Lifestyle and raise awareness for the Sumba Foundation which has been making good progress in alleviating poverty, bringing clean drinking water and reducing malaria in Sumba. There is a long way to go, but things are looking up.
Some statistics show that only 1 in 3 children make it to adulthood in Sumba due to malaria, malnutrition and other circumstances. Sumba has one of the highest occurences of Malaria in Asia. It's a scene that is improving with help of the foundation. It's really heavy to go into the villages and see sick and hungry children, it makes one feel very fortunate.


Water Buffalo horns.
Check out this guy's shirt, I should sell it to Grenade for an ad.
Maybe if more kids I know had to hike to carry the family water instead of drive to the ski hill in their parents SUV, they would be more appreciative of everything they have.
Sumbanese Village, tucked strategically away in the trees.
Our original flight was cancelled on the way out, so we waited 6 hours till we could find a plane to take us back to Bali. Pelita Air Boarding pass was epic, just a xeroxed piece of paper.
This is one of the funniest photos of the trip. We really were all quite nervous as Indonesian Airlines are notoriously unsafe, especially the small ones. We were flying on a Fokker jet from the 70s and Sal crossing his fingers just about sums up the mood.
Okay, so here we go, to add insult to injury, I get these photos in my inbox 2 days after we left after surfing head high and sectiony surf for two weeks....

Look at Christian tucked deep into the right. What I wouldn't have given to be able to stay just two more days.
Yes, that looks good.

Destination Sumba Part 2

This was our hut at night.
We went to a market which was really cool, we bought Betel Nut and other local necessities.
That's me with the groms at the market, they were so stoked to see themselves in pictures, a rare treat!
The Village, how many of the Sumbanese have lived for hundreds of years.
Entrance.
The kids in the village were super cool. The homes are built raised up on stilts so that all the animals can be stored underneath.
Dry goods, and smoked foods are hung up in the high peaks of the homes. Here is some sort of grain drying in the hot hot hot sun. The only place I have been that was hotter and drier than a Sumbanese village at high noon, was the middle of the Sahara Desert in Egypt, but that's it.
Yet another North American Tee shirt making it's way across the world.
Graves.
Mom and Daughter.
We went and surfed the right which was down the coast a bit and it wasn't great conditions, but fun to go right in the land of lefts.
It was a beautiful set up that on its day would be amazing. The set up reminds me of some of the right handers in Baja.

Funny shot on a little thick one. I tried to pull into a scrappy barrel and paid the price with a reef visit.

Destination Sumba Part 1

Sumbanese traffic jam on the way to Nihiwatu Resort.

Welcome Dance.

This was the coolest thing I have seen in a while, when I arrived, the guys assembled all my boards so I could kick back and enjoy the sunset.
Hunting octupus and fish in the tidal pools. There aren't any supermarkets around here, so you eat what you find.
Bringing home food.
Local fishermen.

Clownfish of some sort, wannabe Nemos
Christian's last name is Sea, he's very comfortable in the water.
Local groms.
The dining area at night.
Dato Daku was our guide when we were there, he had his traditional Sumbanese sword with him at all times which was very sharp. Good protection.
The crew.
Titus pulling into a barrel, we didn't score epic surf in Sumba, but with only a few people out the whole time, there were plenty of waves to go around.
Sal throwing in a hack.
That's OC on a little floater.
I'll take the shoulder high blue Indo glass over Newport any day.