LUMPUR Sidoarjo - The Sidoarjo Mud Flow Hot
Twisted -Tourism in East Java Lapindo Mud spill
"... vacation in other human misery ..."
John Lydon (aka Johnny Rotten), Sex Pistols
" And you must see Lumpur Lapindo go! " is what my colleague told me when I asked him what I on my visit to East -Java should do.
" Really? Can you see go? As a tourist? " I asked.
" Yes, you have to go see. " It was a must.
Among the many disasters that surround us every day, there is the additional disaster and insulting rubber necking, the tendency of people to flock to tragedy just to let their jaws hanging open, staring. Very often the bloody better. In some cases, the tragedy is not that can be cleaned overnight. It could be so that it stays for a month, a year, or seven years, say in this case. And when such a long-term tragedy lingers longer, the human desire spawns this thing to gape, like twisted exactly tourism can be described.
In May 06, Lapindo Brantas company, albeit a natural gas drilling was met with quite a surprise; a mud volcano, a geyser of steam and hot mud shooting 0 feet into the air. As I have heard from reliable sources, the company's immediate reaction was, of course, to hide it, to try. They built some temporary walls and little charges, as fast as they could, but the mud flows and kept flowing and flowing and flowing. If you go there one day it will be even smoother. Experts predict it will flow for 30 years. Previously, it was consumed 16 desa (villages) and three Kecamatan (districts) to move thousands of families and businesses.
Knowing not prepare all this information myself for what I encountered when I finally there. The main road that runs from Surabaya, RT directly south. 1, or RT. 23 or Jl. Gempol Malang, directly on the western edge of the massive mud Lapindo level. When you get there you are first with the sight of this colossal gabion wall 10 meters high, built high on you, hit the mud restrain. It extends as far as the eye can see in both directions.
At the top of the wall, I was immediately of ojek , one by one welcomes from the offered to take me to and close to where the steam geyser still in the air spewing. Some sold DVDs of the mud volcano. I was tempted by the DVD, but not the ojek. I never feel comfortable on a motorcycle taxi and I have a feeling, certainly not comfortable with the idea of riding on the back of a beat-up, old Bebek an active bubbling hot mud flow.
Along the top of the gabion the joint Indonesian refreshments for tourists were: Aqua all sizes teh Botol , peanuts, nasi Bungkus , etc. And there were other foreign tourists there, too. I'm sure they had good reason to be there, (geology doctoral or something), unlike me.
Also at the top of the huge gabion there is a "monument", a grave stone in fact, as a reminder and promise to pay never made false promises to forget restitution to displaced thousands of families. A stone's throw from the monument away is a portrait of Aburizal Bakrie appropriately in his bright yellow jacket Golkar dressed, glowing with presidential ambitions. It was obvious that he had been mercilessly dilempar lumpur ; had been spotted with clumps of earth and his glasses knocked askew. Maybe it comes in regular intervals when the moon is full and the mud is just right. I am glad that I see him there, standing in his mud. Made the trip all the more worthwhile.
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