Yearly Archives: 2010

Pictures

Gunawan in the Bekasi competition site

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Ardi handles a cage at Gunawan’s bird farmDSC00764

A Champion Dove from Thailand worth US$30,000

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Surabaya, on Java’s east coast,  is said to have the best Perkutut trainers.  These cages are also made there at $500 a pop.

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DSC00782 DSC00784 The ride back from Gunawan’s.  The eclectic mix of traffic surrounds you all the time.

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Kian and Gunawan

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Gunawan insisted on buying Kian and I batik shirts because we had presented him with a tie.   The sales clerks got a kick out of it. 

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Gunawan

Negotiating the river of a thousand motorbikes, Gunawan’s driver took us past a wide, muddy irrigation ditch lined with tin-roofed huts. Across makeshift bamboo bridges we could see hundreds of small shops – motorbike garages, carved wooden door workshops and durian huts full of ropes of the hanging spiny fruit. We turned past a security gate into a protected enclave of small, well-cared for houses.

From the street we could already hear the dove songs mixed gently with the call to prayer and street vendors hawking their goods. The tropics seem to blur the lines between inside and out .    We entered an outdoor tiled courtyard with a row of men sitting and smoking. Propped on a couch in the corner sat their prince, Gunawan.

Looking something like a hybrid of Tiger Woods and Yoda, Gunawan  greeted us with a big smile and apology for his attire of sarong and sweatshirt.  He speaks some English which we learn he picked up in his business running oil tankers.  His smile is huge and he and Kian immediately start talking about Perkutut.  I bring out a camera and he says, “Wait, I need to change my dress.”  As he goes off we puruse the long row of ornate cages hanging in the courtyard.  A barefoot young man named Ardi moves constantly and quietly   around the cages, taking one down and polishing it, removing a dove and examing it, and squirting water into small bowls.

Gunawan has pieced together a remarkable complex in this gated eclave, of which he is district leader.  Now donning business slacks, a linen shirt and batik cap he directs us across the lane to his trophy room.  Kian had told me that certificates and trophies are big in Indonesia and I believe him.  Gunawan has only been in the business for 8 years and his room is packed with shiny statuettes.

We exit the room into a new courtyard filled with training and breeding cages.  Ardi follows closely behind us waiting for cues from Gunawan. 

Ah, dear readers, I must cut this short – it is 6:30 in the morning and another car is coming for us at 7.  Today we are going to the Bekisar competition held at an international theme park, akin to the one documented in Tamar Gordon’s “Global Villages”.  The bekisars,  singing roosters,  will compete in the park’s bird section.   More soon!

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Touchdown

After 36 straight hours of travel there is nothing like taking off your socks, spreading your toes and sighing.  Like the changing of the seaons or aging, air travel heralds change whether or not one is ready.  Stepping out of the Soekarno-Hatta airport we were hit with simultaneous walls of humidity,  jet lag and people.  Lots of people.  And lots of people on motorbikes.  Unbelievable numbers of them.

Kian’s wonderful friend Nelly was there to pick us up and we spent the day being ferried around Jakarta in air-conditioned comfort by her driver Nugroho.  How surreal to be behind tinted windows with gentle piano music playing as the tumult of city life played out around us – makeshift buses, street vendors pushing carts across four-lane highways, street kids sitting on the curb knocking each other around.

Well more posting later. Gunawan, our first bird farmer and an active member of the Perkutut associaton, is sending a driver to pick us up in twenty minutes and I need to put on new socks.

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Perkutut poster

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Tomorrow We Go

Months of planning and logistics come to a head on Wednesday as we take our bags of equipment and expectations and board Singapore Air for Indonesia.

The 30-hour flight will land us in Frankfurt, Singapore and Jakarta where, like exhausted drunken marshmallows, we will greet Kian’s college friend, Nelly. She has arranged a cell phone and reunion dinner of Kian’s friends. I plan to smile and nod a lot.

Our trek is a curious one. The day after we arrive we will be standing a large field of equally spaced 25′ poles. Hanging from each will be an ornamental cage housing a dove and the dreams of many a would-be singing dove champion.

I found some images on the web of bird farm business cards and competition posters. These are not what I imagined them to be and I am trying to ward off all expectation of what awaits us…

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