An Epilogue – ipadguides

Like the sun, I believe, Indonesia will rise from the east. From Sabang to Merauke, extending from west to east, this cluster of green landscapes of our country always tempts anyone to set foot and explore all its contents. This is not just a hoax. Even though this country doesn’t have the beauty of spring like the land of cherry blossoms, blankets of dust in the middle east, or snowflakes like in the north.

For those who make diving a ritual of their journey, our country which is right on the equator is a necessity. The world’s coral reef triangle, which is located mostly in this country, and the sun that does not go out all year round, is always interpreted by people as a piece of heaven on earth. I also believe in it. And, for admirers of underwater mysteries, there is only one name that comes to mind – Raja Ampat.

Raja Ampat in the eyes of divers is like Mecca for Muslims. A ‘holy’ destination that must be visited if you can afford to go. How not, the land of a thousand atolls is home to more than 1300 species of fish, 75% of coral reef species scattered on the planet also live there. No wonder Raja Ampat got the nickname The best biodiversity on earth.

I’ve always loved the sea. The ocean for me is a sky mirror provided by God to show one of its powers. The sea makes us always aware that we are no bigger than the foam. The sea always teaches us to always be grateful.

Luckily for me, an article about the shark rescue campaign for divemag Indonesia brought me back to the sea. Not just the sea, this is the sea of ​​our country that holds priceless treasures. The underwater world of Raja Ampat, which I didn’t get to enjoy on my first visit last year, will be exploring soon.

I unconsciously jumped for joy.

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Mansuar Island, 27 August 2013 ~

From afar, the lighthouse looks like a lush forest that extends over the sea as far as the eye can see. Like an uninhabited island, as I felt when I saw the islands in Raja Ampat. Getting closer, the small mangrove crowds greeted each other with waving palms.

The sound of creaking wood greeted us as we stepped on the pier which was getting worn out by the salt water. Mansuar felt so quiet. There was no sound except for the sound of the wind brushing the glass-clear water below the pier. The calm aura in the beacon made me take a deep breath, then sedated.

As I walked I looked down, for a moment I was amazed. As it turned out, the silence of the beacon only existed on the mainland. Under the pier, you can see the chaos of the fish dancing together. In countless numbers. In waters only knee-deep in adults, these fish move in unison in random directions without command.

Immediately my blood rose with passion, I couldn’t wait to dive into the water and enjoy the Raja Ampat marine park. Can’t wait to imagine what surprises will be given by the sea the next day.

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