Traveling to Gili - Live Report from WikiPet.by
I carefully prepared for my first trip to Indonesia. The local fauna was especially alarming. The Internet is full of stories about poisonous spiders, dangerous snakes and other "cute" local creatures. Having studied 10 ways to scare away snakes with improvised means, with a sinking heart, I took my place on the plane ...
Two days later, I finally arrived at Gili Trawangan, a tiny island in the Indian Ocean. After three flights and exhausting connections, any place would seem like a paradise ... But what I saw seemed to be really like them. Sand white as snow, surrounded by a sheet of ocean - light azure off the coast and dark sapphire on the horizon. Tanned and happy tourists smile welcomingly at the pale newcomer. My first thought: “Is it possible that krakozyabry can live in such a paradise?”
Seeing new ones
the victimsas if by magic a smiling Indonesian jumped out of nowhere:
- Welcome! Would you like a taxi?
I happily agree and get into the cutest taxi in the world. Since Gili is an island 2.5 by 1.5 km in size, there are no cars, no motorbikes, and of the available transport there are only bicycles and carts harnessed by smart horses.
Having thrown a light dress, I set off to explore the island. Walking along the main and, in general, the only street, two Australians attracted my attention. One of the girls was holding some kind of animal. Intrigued by an outlandish beast, I came closer ... a kitten, but what a cutie!
- Can I pet it? - like a crazy catman, not missing a single tail, I asked immediately.
But either the girls were too keen on the kitten, or did not want to share it, my question remained unanswered.
That's how I met the fluffy islanders - Gili cats. There were a lot of them unexpectedly. There are no dogs on the island, but there is more than enough fresh fish - cat's paradise, in a word. Local warmth belongs to such a neighborhood, so on the way here and there I meet fundraising for keeping cats.
The company at dinner was a striped beauty with a truly model figure.
And on a wild beach nearby, red-haired macho barrels warmed. Having eaten refreshments from the remnants of dinner, he allowed himself to be photographed.
From our first meeting, I was tormented by the question why local cats have short, like chopped-off tails. The benevolent locals did not fit in my imagination with the image of the cold-blooded tormentors of poor kitties. Once having a conversation with a young Indonesian, I could not stand it and asked:
- Is it some kind of tradition to shorten them?
The first amazement on her face quickly gave way to a wide warm smile and a laughing voice, she replied:
- No, what are you. Nobody cuts off their tails, they are born that way.
And why she didn’t know herself ... And in general, although cats are rarely kept at home in Indonesia, and many live on the streets, they are not offended, as this is a bad sign.
For a week-long stay, I never met a single krakozyabry, only cats and a skinny cock. In memory of the furry islanders, I bought a short-tailed magnet.Well, Bali is waiting for me, about the fauna of which in the next report ...