Gading Beach in Maumere – Flores, Indonesia

Maumere Black Sand Beach

Gading Beach near Maumere in Flores, Indonesia

Three old women were staring at me in horror as I used a long wooden stick to swing at a low hanging coconut. I was determined to have a fresh coconut to drink, and seeing that there was no one around (at first), I didn’t see the problem in taking one from the jungle that grew up to the beach.

The stubborn coconut finally broke free and hit the ground with an iron thump. I knew without even picking it up that it wasn’t even close to ripe and had no milk inside. When I glanced up, a local family was staring at me in disbelief. I slinked over to them, handed it over (not that coconuts can ripen off the tree or anything) and apologized. I’m still not sure if I was on their land, but they didn’t look happy! Seeing that there were scores of trees along the way, little damage was done other than to my ego and their opinion of how smart tourists are.

After a couple of nights in Maumere, I decided to move out to a beach bungalow called Gading Beach that just opened up two months ago. Most people go an hour west of town to some more expensive spots, but this one was only 10 kilometers east of Maumere and provided free transport — I miss the islands so much I figured this would be a good compromise.
Plus, I am running out of time on my 60-day visa here and have to leave the country somehow. With the violence situation in Jayapura being an unknown (three SUVs full of tourists were robbed and shot up), crossing into New Guinea was no longer an option. I decided to head down to West Timor, then cross by land into East Timor — a war-torn place that only earned its independence in 2002. Although East Timor is relatively quiet now, the fighting and resulting starvation actually killed off a quarter of the population living there, making the DMZ between Indonesia and the place I am going less than happy. Some beach time is exactly what I need before dealing with all that.

I wisely booked my $70 flight to Kupang in West Timor before I came out because I know how difficult it is to get motivated once my feet hit sand.

For the last two nights, I have had a gorgeous, spotless bungalow on the water for $8 a night — only a little more than I was paying in town. The sea isn’t really good for swimming, and I cut myself to pieces trying to wade out across the mud and sea grass that hide sharp rocks and broken coral. The owner assured me that you could snorkel from the beach, but you would have to be pretty damn motivated about doing it. I even watched from my bungalow as a baby whitetip reef shark wrestled with something in ankle-deep water before swimming back out.

The beach, however, is black volcanic sand and extremely interesting. This is the only bungalow in either direction for miles, so you can literally be alone on the beach at any time. Huge, contorted pieces of driftwood litter the place and some very interesting shells have washed up and been left laying — even including giant clams without a single chip. It would have made the perfect wash basin for a house if I had a way to get the giant shell home! I spent hours walking around and collecting shells that people would normally spend money for in souvenir shops. There is even a tamarind tree which was producing yummy (and free) fruit that I haven’t had since Thailand. For some reason, I have yet to see tamarinds in any market in Indonesia.

I guess I’ll find out tomorrow (courtesy of my stomach) if it was tamarind or something else inedible!

I came to Gading Beach to relax and do some writing, but instead spent all day just playing Robinson Crusoe or better yet, Bear Grylls. During my beach exploration, I found a waterhole just slightly in the jungle that traps fish at low tide. I could see some big swirls in the water and even spotted the side of what could have been a small barracuda feeding on the smaller fish. The vegetation grew right up to the water and provided everything you would need to make a pole or spear.

The next day, I saved some bits of my egg from breakfast for bait and took the top off of a coke can. I twisted it into a sharp fishhook using my Gerber tool and walked down to the fishing hole where I shaved a stick into a rod and tied on some of my fishing line. The restaurant had fish, but how many people can say they caught their dinner? That’s definitely one way to travel on a budget! I gave it a go and had several strikes including a big crab that grabbed my hook and took the egg off. If I was starving I could have easily grabbed him in the shallow water or waited at the small channel (only three feet wide) that fed from the sea to spear a fish.

In the end, I went home empty handed (Bear would have been disappointed), but I had a blast watching the fish go for my bait. In a real survival (or zero budget) situation, it would have been more than possible to bring home dinner from there. Just like Gili Air, the locals wade out at low tide to spear squid and other things trapped in the rocks. Considering that most of them are always smiling, it makes you realize how little we actually need to be happy in life.

In consolation, I spotted a brown coconut laying at the base of a tree on the walk back. I was anxious to try splitting it open on the sharp driftwood like the locals do, but a random guy wandering around with a machete offered to do it and I thought it would be rude to refuse. Besides, it’s usually a good idea to let a guy holding a machete on a deserted beach have his way!

The milk inside was delicious, and I actually made it my dinner. There was so much that I poured the rest of it over my red shoulders and arms as an after-sun lotion; it worked perfectly and smelled better than anything you can buy. This place is so unspoiled, I could have spent a week just playing survival here had I not wisely booked my flight before coming out.

During the day, you can see a huge active volcano just across the water, and when the wind is right, you can make out the gray smoke snaking out of the top. A friendly, scuba-addicted English woman staying here told me that there had been small earthquakes two nights in a row at around 2 a.m.  One of them even made the news! I can’t believe that I haven’t felt an earthquake in Indonesia yet, it seems I’m always in the right place at the wrong time. Probably the wrong thing to wish for when you can still see uprooted trees from the last tsunami all over the beach here.

My last night was perfected with a nearly full moon shining down on a black, sparkling ocean. The sounds of the surf and salty smell would have been good enough, but I even spotted a huge shooting star with a sparkling tail behind it that last several seconds. Coming to Gading Beach turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve made in Flores, and the perfect goodbye before heading out to Timor tomorrow.

If you find yourself in Maumere, check with the owner of the Gardena Hotel for transport out to Gading Beach. Even as a day trip you can wander a completely untouristed, unspoiled black sand beach — and maybe you’ll even have better luck catching dinner than I did.

I’ll leave you with a good vagabonding quote from my newly acquired book Anpao which is full of Native American Lore…

“We are free to do whatever we wish, but we must accept whatever comes of it. That is the way it is.”

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2 Responses to “Gading Beach in Maumere – Flores, Indonesia”



  1. Greg,

    Glad to here that your last night in Flores could provide you with some much needed rest and time to reflect.

    Be Well and I look forward to your next stop. I will also try to get you some free noodles.

    David

  2. Greg,

    Nice blog, it certainly does reminds me of the place since i’ve just came back from a trip to Maumere a week ago. Flores is an awesome place indeed. And i managed to get a lot of pictures of great places in Maumere.
    Anyway, I’ll try to keep myself updated with your travel blog for sure…
    in the mean time, have a great trip 😀

    oohh, By the way, have you explored java island?

    Evelin

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