Maratuva, an island in the East Kalimantan Sea of Indonesia, is like a proud star, and it is there.
Take a civil aviation plane from Singapore or Jakarta to Bali, Indonesia's second largest industrial city, and then transfer to ATR72 to the airport in Belau County, where you can take a wooden boat and sail in the river for three hours to reach Malatuya.
From a distance, Malatuya is like a man's big boots lying on the blue sea, and the sunset shines on the sea like a piece of gold. The owner said, attention, everyone. I'm moving. After that, the boat was operated into an S-shape, and suddenly three dolphins more than one meter followed the boat and jumped over the water, like our guards entering the island. When everyone looked underwater, the owner said, everyone climbed aboard and looked underwater. God, twenty or thirty meters underwater are all red corals, and giant turtles are crawling around them. Have you arrived at the palace of the Dragon King?
With the roar of the diesel engine, the wooden boat docked. We checked into the log cabin hotel with simple luggage on our backs-a log cabin hotel built on water.
Below the house is a shallow sea with dense fish, just like our new neighbor. I took some bread and put it in the water. Boy, the fish danced around me, and even a meter-long sea surrounded me and asked me for some party cakes. I asked the hotel, why are people and fish integrated here? According to the hotel, the ancestors of the fishermen here are all ancient China people, surnamed Chen. Fishermen never catch fish nearby, and thousands of years of peaceful coexistence between people have created the unity of people and fish here.
This is dinner, buffet. Shrimp crabs and coconut crabs are the main species, and coconut crabs are crabs that grow up drinking coconut juice. Crab claws are very powerful, because you have to open a hole in the coconut to eat. Meat, like milk, is very tender. After eating, the fragrance is diffuse, and if you don't drink, you will be drunk.
After dinner, go back to the water cabin to rest and sit on the balcony for a while. No mosquitoes. Looking at the seven dazzling stars, I think of Li Bai's poem, a constellation with seven high stars, in which Shu Ge raised his sword at night. No more barbarians, no horses or cows dared to cross the river. Hey, what does this have to do with Lintao? No, haha, this is the seven stars in the south.
The magical Malatuya, her wonderful voice still lingers in my ears.