As we left the outskirt of Watampone, we were greeted by this giant arch with a symbolic songkok flanked by 2 minarets. The arch read "SELAMAT JALAN DI KOTA WATAMPONE. KOTA BERADAT BUMI ARUNG PALAKKA". I wondered what ARUNG PALAKKA meant. There was a light drizzle and it continued on and off, light enough for us to continue cycling.
It is still padi field country here, pretty similar to what we have passed through for the last several days.
We stopped at this shop. Time for bread and isotonic drinks.
I was attracted to the mother teaching the son reciting the basics of Quran reading. The boy was engrossed and Acid said that was how he learnt Quran recitals when he was a kid growing up in Batu Pahat. I never learn Quran recital this way. Must have been the Bugis influence in Johor. After all Acid has Bugis blood. My blood probably "Yunan mari"
The cycling was quite a challenge. This road we took to Sengkang is under heavy wear and tear. The rainy spells did not help either. We were literally avoiding potholes most of the way. So were other vehicles. We soon became experts braking or speeding to avoid being splashed with mud by other road users.
Even the locals prefered to dirty their feet rather than their slippers.
As usual, a friendly lot of people. We were welcomed to photograph the wedding. We were welcomed to join the feast, of which we said no. In our rather dirty attire, we were also an attraction even though we were certainly NOT ATTRACTIVE!
We now await for my friend Hatim to arrive in Sengkang too. For the next 3 days, we would give our bike a rest and travelled with Hatim in a van as we head for Tana Toraja.