The Backpacker

I believe all world languages would be incomprehensible if not accompanied by gestures and smiles. I also believe all travelers agree with this plain statement. Undoubtedly it can trying, like when asking for directions to a hotel in Papua New Guinea or wondering about the cost of hiring a Land Cruiser in Socotra Island, but otherwise there is a lot of fun in trying to understand and err---being understood. It completes what can be called a proper communication!

But occasionaly, gestures get you on the move faster than words.

One such experience with this kind of ‘smile-wave-point’ communication happened on the Komodo Island, West Flores (Indonesia) after my first encounter with the Komodo dragons. It stay in memory for various reasons.

1. All visitors to the Island that day (totaling 15 in number, including five that made up my group) had had the good fortune of seeing the the dragons. (I was told, much later that visitors have several times returned without seeing them) 

2. Everyone was dead tired from the long walks and the constant "ooooh...aaaaaaah" upon seeing the beasts. (Excitment can lead to exhaution)

3. Everyone missed home, friends, material comforts, shower, coffee...

4. Everyone as aware that the only faces they would see for the next two days would be that of the crew and the little groups in which we had arrived, namely 4-5 people per boat.

But the fifth reason was mine alone!

I was travelling with a group I had never known…having barely exchanged words with the Lativian family and my conversation with Mathias (the guide) was limited to asking about coffee, lunch and the Island. Therefore, I had valid reasons to seek out the two new faces that suddenly appeared on the Island (I had breifly seen them at the Labaun Bajo airport earlier in the day), and who now sat in the tiny ‘cafe’ (that dared to call itself a restaurant) on the Island, nursing a Bintang (Indonesian beer) looking very pleased with the world. 

Heck, the sight of them was enough to want to start a conversation! I guess it was acceptable that a woman travelling by herself needed to talk, for whatever reason! But before I could start a conversation, Mathias introduced me to all others who trooped into the cafe for a quick something. He wrongly explained that I was an Indian (one could see that of course), travelling alone, come from far away (his ignorance of distances was forgivable) and was ‘researching’ Komodos! I wasn’t, of course, but when ten pairs of eyes are admiring your fortitude one doesn’t want to spoil the moment for them by telling them your real motive.

But I was curious to see the reaction of the "guys." For some reason, they were smiling, a vacant, but encouraging kind of smile that suddenly made them (one more than the other though!) look even more handsome!

Eventually people wandered away, wanting to make the most of the fast fading lights. Then HE came over to me.

HE gave me his hand. Warm, strong, friendly, determined (there is a lot to be said about a handshake). HE was nearly ten inches taller than I and his green eyes (not blue as I earlier thought) smiled down at me. He murmured a name. (I shan’t mention the name here). The hands wouldnt let go...not that I had another hand to shake, of course. Only when I thought it was a decent enough time to withdraw, I said, rather shamelessly that I did want my hand back! His smile widened, as though disagreeing with me. The grip tightened. Well. I tried.

There was no harm in holding on to a hand for ever, right!

Only when Tomas, the other slightly lighter and shorter other, came over to give me his hand, did we let go. “He doesn’t speak English” Tomas declared unkindly. " He is Slovakian." I couldn’t care if was from Timbuktu of course. But a lot of things made sense. We were trying to have a conversation with our eyes and hands till then, but this revelation changed all of that. When he hugged me, our hearts spoke as well!

And suddenly the big, warm Slovak and I broke into a conversation.

It was all good fun, of course! Flirting is an ancient art, mastered by all and sundry and used in the most bizarre situation, and I suppose the situation I found myself in wouldn’t get any bizarre! Here I was, away from the world, shaking hands with a handsome Slovak who spoke

no English, on an Island reachable only after several hours of boat-ride through the unpredictable Indonesian sea and enjoying every bit of it. Somehow, I felt drawn to the warmth these guys practically radiated, adding only to the already hot and humid weather.

We walked around a bit, taking pictures, talking and understanding too...Tomas helped with the translations too and in that short interval of time betwwen evening and night when I missed my brothers a lot, three people from three corners of the world were bonded in a moment where tongues mattered little.

They chose to leave the same evening, back to the mainland for they had an early morning dive planned out. They pulled off their shirts and jumped into their boats, waving till they disappeared out of sight.

Before that, however, we managed a few pictures. Well, I had more than I bargained for. Instead of just having the protective arms of the big, silent Slovak, Tomas also joined in for a “group-hug”.

Heck you don’t need to know Polish to understand what that means!!

I marched ahead, with the rest of the group, the boys stayed on the boat to look after our belongings.

From the quay to the guest house was quite a walk and hours after being tossed aboust on the sea, walking felt good...We arrived at the Rangers office, a wooden affair. The office itself sstood on stils, the reasons for which I learnt of later. There was a coffe shop which stood on stilts and no other building as far as I could see. These two wooden structres completed the "building area"on the
Rinca Island.

We were rquired to fill out our names in the ancient register. I put in Indian next to the name in the nationality column and the ranger who happened to be peering over my shoulder did a jig. His next question surprised me.
"You Indian?"
Yes.

"You come from India? Direct?

I didnt understand. "Yes"

You not living in Europe?? Sure?

I was sure. "No"

That seemed to make him happier. The Latvians and Mathais were by now very interested in the goings on.
"No Indian come here from India. One lady come from UK, Indian, but she not go to India ever."

oh, alright", i managed, not sure where he was getting to.

"Welcome, welcome, Indian...you first Indian lady come here...alone!"

I didnt know how to react to that one. Before I could feel proud of the fact, he came up with another, completely different question. He had been looking closely at my name...he read out loud...
Anjaly...

Kuchi kuchi hota hai...you know Shah Rukh Khan????

With that everything changed. I am sure Mathias had been meaning to ask me that question too, but with difficulty that a guide faces, he refrained from asking me that question. Apparently he took his job very seriously. But the Ranger had, in some way, removed the last bit of guide-tourist formality and paved the way for a friendly relationship.

The Latvians, sensed that something was defnitely brewing, something exciting and threw in some friendly laughter. When we set out to the see the dragons, we had all become friends. Amanda who understood most of what was going on, shared the info with her family. Without actually speaking to each other, all of us were now bonded.

We moved ahead. The dragons waited. But I sensed that the Ranger, now bored with seeing the dragons for the last 16 years, would rather speak to me about India and SRK and learn some Hindi from me, but he held his peace. He send me off with the rest of the group, with words of caution.

"Dragon very dangerous"...they bite. Very poison.

I gathered that he wanted me back in one piece so that he could take up our little conversation further!

We were lucky. For the dragons were close. Before we went out deep into the islands, we saw our dragons.

Three of them. One was fast asleep under a tree and didnt move despite the noise from our group....the other put up a show for us.

"We bring them from inside," a young man, who lead our group voluntered. "we throw pieces of meat to drag them out. some tourists cant walk much and they see dragon here..."

Fair enough. People braved the odds and came to Rinca Island to see the dragons, but few have left without actually seeing any of them.