Bandung Street Fighter (Pejuang Jalanan Bandung)

Bandung Street Fighter (Pejuang Jalanan Bandung)

Bandung, the West Java capital is a communal area and popular destination at a  time. It has hectic street just like other big cities. Almost no time for calmness. Hard, dusty and noisy. It is a melting pot which leads to high risk of conflict. Yet it offers living for those who made a try, the strong who dear to face the risk of working on the street. Messy weather and the ruthlessness of street are classic problem that always set to say hello at the most unexpected times. Street is no place for the faint-hearted. Here are some of the Bandung street fighters

The Daredevil’s Diary (Secuplik Kisah Penunggang Maut)

The Daredevil’s Diary (Secuplik Kisah Penunggang Maut)

The roar was deafening. The smell of gasoline filled the air. Some of the spectators cover their ears and noses, while looking downward. Meanwhile Eko Purwanto, Jumari and Maulana Putut Kuncoro prepare themselves at the bottom of the barrel. Eko and Ari were set with their RX King. The motors has amputated mufflers and no brakes. Both starting at the center base, they ride the bikes circling a barrel-shaped wooden cylinder with size 6.5 meters of height and 5 meters of diameter. Slowly they ascend closer to rim and swiftly grab the saweran (stage tips) waved by the crowd.

Sapu Upcycle, From Trash To Cash (Dari Limbah Menjadi Berkah)

Sapu Upcycle, From Trash To Cash (Dari Limbah Menjadi Berkah)

The joglo (javanese traditional house) seems to be nothing special at glance, just an ordinary house. Yet there’s something inside. Looks messy but sightly thanks for an artistic touch. The most interesting is the activity takes place. The house which located on the outskirt of Salatiga City is a workshop place for upcycling waste into products with a environmental, functional and aesthetical value. And above all, economical. Not plastic, bottle, glasses, paper nor some other material which commonly used for recycling, it’s inner tube waste.

Do You Have A Name? So We Do (Kami Juga Punya Nama)

Hello, sir. Welcome to Malioboro. We’re happy to see you. If you dont mind, where do you come from? Ah, that’s not important. We have no business with that after all. Thank you for coming, sir. You make the economic wheel spinning, at least for people along this legendary road. Our wheel too, literally. That if our masters are good at persuading or just get a luck. That’s why we happy if you take a ride on us. Otherwise our quiescent is our master’s gloom.

Ijen, A Hardwork Story (Sebuah Kisah Tentang Kerja Keras)

It’s still dark and flickering stars was crystal clear. Meawhile the wind blew the pungent smell occassionally. So many people gathered in the serene night. Their voices sounded boisterous. From up here they’re enjoying the wonders blue fire. Only the brave can see it close in the bottom of the crater thanks to the rocky slippery pathway and dense sulfur smoke. Through it all is an adventure for visitors. Yet it’s a daily routine for these man, the miners who make a living by way of traditional sulfur mining at the crater of Mount Ijen.

Toraja, Life For A Luxurious Death (Hidup Untuk Mewahnya Kematian)

Night was about leaving us. Our car finally took us to final stop for that day. It was very hard for me leaving my seat because I was very exhausted due to our long journey. It was a non-stop trip which spent 4 hours air travel from Jakarta to Makassar, 10 hours Makassar-Rantepao journey via bus, then 45 minutes via car from Rantepao to Nanggala.The last spirit left emerged from lights that was shining from the building of which structures has obsessed my mind all day long. Before long, we officially hopped on in the location where I could enjoy the beauty of Tongkonan, traditional house of Toraja, completed with two sharp and pointed ends. Its beauty was totally successful in spoiling my eyes. My tiredness suddenly disappeared and turned into a blow of spirit which led me to get so excited and curious on things I would get on the next day.