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On July 11 th , , I started an amazing, bucket-list trip to West Papua, a place filled with arguably the most incredible birdlife on the planet. Long-time birding buddy Steve Young and I have been talking about such a trip for along time, and I started thinking even more seriously about it when I came to Australia a few years ago. It may seem close, but West Papua is actually a bugger to get to from anywhere! But for mere mortals like me, there are really only 2 options when it comes birding in West Papua. One is to book with a bird tour company. But this is expensive, means travelling with a group of other punters who may or may not be good companions, and fixes the itinerary — a typical trip is either a 4 week extravaganza, or a 2 week highlights trip. The shorter trip appeals more to me because I doubt I can justify a month away from home or work, but any such trip would miss key sites. The second option is to go semi-independent, with a group mates on a self-designed itinerary. This is what we choose in the end: we book a private trip with Shita Prativi, who is the best in the business when it comes to local logistics in West Papua. Even this option is not cheap by 3rd world standards, but the trip with a small group for 3 weeks still comes in cheaper than a day Birdquest trip of 8 punters, for instance. Of course we will not have the benefit of an experienced world-birder like Mark Van Beirs or Rob Hutchinson leading and finding birds for us. But personally I am excited by the extra challenge. True, we might miss some stuff, but I enjoy the extra preparation required downloading mp3s from xeno-canto, making sure I have all the kit for playback, sorting out torch for night-birding, etc and I look forward to the extra satisfaction of finding more birds for ourselves. My trip starts in Adelaide with a flight to Perth where I do a couple of days work preparing for a conference I am running there in December. This is convenient because Perth, unlike Adelaide, has a direct flight to Jakarta. I leave Perth on 11th and arrive in Jakarta late evening after a 5 hour flight. Now I have a wait of nearly 24 hours. Though I have toyed with the idea of birding Jakarta — and there are some goodies to be had in a day trip — I am unable to organise a guide for the day, so instead I sit in an airport hotel getting some work done as my birding companions wing their way from London Heathrow. Steve Young is the reason I became a birder and we have birded together abroad since our first long-weekend trip to Spain in , nearly 20 years ago now scary when I put it like l that. But to our horror we discover that the airport is dry. We will not get a beer for nearly a week. The New Guinea lowlands are hot and sticky — it is already 30 degrees! We have been in the air as England have been playing Croatia in the World Cup semi, but the extra time loss for England is not one we are excited to discover on arrival. We meet our local contact and give him some of our gear for safe-keeping the baggage allowance for our next flight is a meagre 15kg then board for another 50 minute flight to Wamena in the Baliem Valley. In Wamena we meet up for the first time with the fantastic duo who will be our guides, keep us fed and out of trouble and generally look after us for the next 3 weeks, Shita Prativi and Benny Mambrasr. Shita has been organising trips for birding in West Papua for 14 years and no one knows how to sort out the logistics of this tricky country better than her. We load up the Hilux and drive up to our camp at m overlooking Lake Habema. Of course we bird en route, finding a couple of extremely range-restricted birds in the process, Baliem Whistler and Black-breasted Mannikin in grasslands and gardens outside Wamena. A key target before we get too high is Superb Bird-of-Paradise , a stunner with an amazing blue breast-band that Steve and I had heard regularly in the Huon Peninsula a decade ago but which back then steadfastly refused to show itself. We find another range-restricted goody, Snow Mountain Tiger Parrot , feeding quietly by the roadside shortly before we arrive at the makeshift camp that will be our base for the next 4 nights. The camp, overlooking Lake Habema, has been constructed by locals the day before and comprises a large wooden frame lashed together and covered in tarpaulins. Jon goes to inspect and returns with the news that it would be better termed a short-drop and he fears he may have filled it up already. It will be cold — very cold — overnight, so we rug up. Steve and Jon, suffering from jet-lag, have a very restless night barely managing a wink of sleep. Here at Lake Habema I am almost directly north of Adelaide — a direct flight would take about 5 hours — so although it has taken me more than 14 hours on 4 separate flights to get here, at least my body is adapted to the timezone, if not the altitude. I manage a few hours of restless sleep until woken by the locals who, under the influence of some smuggled in moonshine, have a loud and very serious argument at 3am. The next morning we find out that the insults have escalated and machetes were drawn. As will become the norm over the next 3 weeks, we rise pre-dawn at 5am in fact this will be a late rise. It is still dark when we arrive at the start of the famous Ibele Trail. As recently as 10 years ago this whole area was pristine montane forest, and we imagine dripping with birds of paradise, but now there has been extensive logging — the worst over the last 6 years — and we are saddened at times to hear chainsaws over the next few days. The Ibele Trail is just about the only spot that retains decent forest and we will spend the next days walking down and back up this steep, muddy trail in the mossy cloud forest that leads to the isolated and traditional village of Ibele, several km below. We are all grateful for the wellies we have brought and barely change out of them for the next 4 days. Formerly classified as a Bird of Paradise, we agree that irrespective of the DNA it looks like no other honeyeater and really deserves still to be a BoP. Massive rounded wings make a rushing sound as the flap that we can hear across the valley, and its outrageous golden-orange wattles stand out like beacons. A cracking start. We trudge down the trail, descending maybe m over km where we spend much of the next 3 hours hunting out some superb skulkers of the moss forest. First up, Benny hears a Lesser Melampitta. As we try to coax it into view a brown bird pops up next to a tree trunk and Steve is immediately on the case — Lesser Ground Robin. The Melampitta makes us work harder but we all snag cracking views of this black, velvety bird. Though our views are outstanding, they are brief and Steve and I have both opted for viewing rather than photography. Next up Benny hears a Greater Ground Robin. We are up for the challenge and spend the next 30mins tracking down the stonker which eventually yields excellent views to all. To complete a set of skulking stonkers, a pair of Papuan Logrunners responds to our playback, eventually yielding brief, but at least tickable views for me. In one of the more open areas, while we continue to try for the Logrunners a largish bird with white tail feather glides across the clearing distantly. It lands and Jon and I are straight onto it. Late morning we are starting to turn our attention to our rumbling tummies and trudge back up the trail. After an early lunch we rest a bit. Steve and Jon, weary from consecutive overnight flights and a sleepless machete-laden first night at m a. Numerous scrubby flowering bushes are a magnet for honeyeaters and I grab images of Orange-cheeked Honeyeater , Sooty Honeyeater and Short-bearded Melidectes , all high altitude specialists — though as I write this I discover that I have somehow unaccountably lost all my images from this afternoon. We are blighted by the weather though. Even when it is not raining the forest is in deep mist and visibility wretched. It gets dark quickly and early, but we do have one more treat in store. As we drive back to camp there is a thumping on the roof. Standing in the ute tray, Benny has seen a Snow Mountain Quail. We pile out in time to see it flush off down the valley. This time we see 2 quail shuffle across the road and disappear down the slope. The trip is off to a flier. We make an even earlier start to try to connect with a nightjar or woodcock back at the top of the Ibele Trail. We hear nothing until it is already getting light, when we hear a New Guinea Woodcock , one of our most wanted. But it is deep in a thicket, not making its flight call but instead making grunting noise that we learn from Shita it makes as it roosts. At our behest, a couple of the locals go in to search — either they will find it on the deck for stunning views, or worst case, flush it. As it turns out we have miscalculated the worst case. The locals fail on both counts, but in a desperate measure we head in ourselves. It promptly flushes low around the valley and some distance away. In the dense thicket we see nothing and are alerted by the locals and guides who tell us it has flown. If you want a job doing…. We put the dip behind us. The weather looks better today, and we begin birding the Ibele Trail with expectations that it might be even better today than yesterday. We are again mistaken: it is much quieter and harder work. The Logrunners do not respond to playback. And then have a series of near misses and if-onlys. Shita sees a female Brown Sicklebill but it stays put for only a few seconds and none of us gets onto it. After an early lunch we decide on a trip down to the lake. We drive beyond the camp to a point near the eastern edge of the lake. En route we screech to a halt as a small flock of Mannikins flies up from the roadside. We all pile out of the Hilux and track down a group of of the extremely restricted Snow Mountain Western Alpine Mannikin. We then descend yet another steep trail towards Lake Habema, though this one is mercifully less muddy. Black-throated Honeyeater is new, and once we get to a decent viewing point we set up scopes and grill every bird we can see on the water. Disappointingly the first dozen birds are Eurasian Coots! Jon is especially gratified to connect, having dipped after several extended vigils on mountains streams in PNG in Scratching a 15 year itch is very satisfying. A Swamp Harrier cruises the edge of the lake, one of the few raptors we have seen. We are back at the camp in time to drive back to the Ibele Trail and sunset finds us staking out the clear area at the top of the trail yet again. Benny stays up near the top of the trail but — probably too impatient — Steve, Jon and I wander down closer to where we think the Woodcock may have landed this morning. The temperature drops as the sun departs and, cold and disheartened by this mornings near miss, we are still hearing nothing. We decide to give it until 6. In need of some warmth and food we are about to walk up and tell Benny we are going to knock it on the head, when at 6. We race uphill just in time for Benny to tell us it has just flown over his head. Fortunately it comes for a return journey and we have fantastic flight views of the rare endemic wader. It will be even colder tonight, maybe even dipping below zero. We are learning why tour groups spend a number of days here — though there are few specialties, the forest does not yield its treasures easily. Another morning, another trudge down and of course back up the Ibele Trail. We have tried repeatedly for Wattled Ploughbill, a bird that is often seen here, but have not had a sniff over the last 2. As one of the key targets, it is disappointing to dip on this bird, but we subsequently find out that groups after us also dip and it seems they are not present this year — perversely reassuring. Likewise I have played Blue-capped Ifrita on various occasions without success. Our first time down the trail 2 days ago we have had a snatch of song that sounded to us like a direct response, but then nothing else, and the longer it goes, the easier it is to dismiss that as a mistake. Steve is also able to claw back views of male Splendid Astrapia , rectifying a hole in his list. He has been remarkably calm outwardly so far, but I know how much it will have been gnawing at him. This time we all get on it, though I only manage just after it has shuffled a foot to the left and is now partially obscured. There are two other birds we target today. First up, Bi-colored Mouse-warbler. There is a bird here at the first clearing for sure, and twice during the day in response to playback we have a small brown bird zip past us too fast to get any detail on it. This is surely our quarry, but I am unhappy ticking these micro-second views. As we try to entice the Mouse-warbler back, we hear a Melampitta again then suddenly it appears on a tree-root next to the trail. I fire off 3 shots. These are nicely exposed, but horribly motion-blurred I often use a low ISO and slow shutter-speed — sometimes, maybe more often than I deserve, I get lucky and one shot will be stable. But in these conditions where the views are fleeting and the chances few, I have learned a lesson: better to have a sharp ish but dark picture than a nicely exposed one that can never be resurrected. Much as it goes against the grain, I switch to auto-ISO for the rest of the trip. Next, we descend the trail further than we have been previously for our second main target. It gets even steeper and wetter and the trail narrows with steep bushes and large trees either side affording no view. At times it feels like we are walking down a cliff face. Eventually we find a slightly flatter part with moss covered boughs and a stream nearby. Good habitat for Chestnut Forest Rail. We play the call and wait. A few minutes later, we hear it, then again, closer! Then it goes silent. The stonker is on a log about 5m in front of him in the open. We shape to move cautiously over, but instantly it has gone, flashing across the track. It calls again from my side of the trail and appears to be looping around, once more getting close in response to our gently modulated playback. Now incredibly close it is making a pulsing croak. Steve and I peer into the tangle of roots and branches covered in moss fully expecting it will pop up for a second or so a mere 2m in front of us. That is all we need. We make no sound and no movement. Yet unaccountably, suddenly there is a sharp noise, I see a shape flit across a sunlit window and then it calls, now from much further away. We have missed it. This is probably our first major dip. We do have one more new bird — as we prepare to walk back up the trail a different looking bird appears in a fruiting tree. We grill it and get a few record shots, enough for us to conclude this is a female Crested Satinbird. In the afternoon we once again bird along the road. More relaxing but nothing new, though we do find family of Snow Mountain Quail bringing to 7 the number we have seen. Rather than flying they scuttle off into the roadside scrub. Benny and I follow on foot and I find a couple still quite close. They give great views but are never in the open for the photo I crave. Amazingly two flush from behind Benny — he has walked right past them. We finish the day by at eth start of the Ibele Trail again. We fail to find the nightjar and knock it on the head. We have one more cold, hard, uncomfortable night to endure before some respite in a hotel tomorrow night! As intimated yesterday, a more dedicated team would have been down the trail again, flogging their minds and bodies one more time in the hope of a cute little orange thingy. But we are soft, have a few extra minutes in bed, and then help break camp. For the first time since we have been here the mountains opposite peek out from the clouds and we see the roof of Australasia. Snow Mountain Robin lives up there, but we will not go for it nor do most. While Shita, Benny and the locals pack stuff into the vehicles, we bird the road again, finding Short-bearded Melidectes and a female Splendid Astrapia. The Hilux arrives and we bid goodbye to Lake Habema. We spend the rest of the morning and until mid-afternoon birding the road on the way back to Wamena, targetting a few species that are found a little bit lower than our camp. I had thought that the roadside birding would be a welcome relief from the slog of the trail, but the forest here is badly degraded by logging, makeshift camps dot the road, and the depressing sound of chainsaws is an almost constant companion. We stop whenever there is slightly better forest away from a camp. Our first such stop is quite birdy. Black Sitella is a target this morning and after a couple of fly-overs eventually a flock of settles in the top of a tree, distant but affording decent scope views. Plum-faced and Orange-billed Lorikeets give us our best views of the week, and we also find White-winged Robin and Sooty Honeyeater. From 10am the weather starts to deteriorate as mist rolls in. More cooperative are Alpine Pipit and Papuan Treecreeper both of which pose for photos. Over lunch we have a surreal encounter — a van passes, stops and then reverses so that an angry man can accost Shita. The three of us tourists ignore this and hope it will pass. Later Shita explains that he has aggressively demanded payment for us birding in the National Park. She also points out the tragic irony and deep hypocrisy of berating us for birding in a National Park, when all around we can hear the chainsaws of people destroying the forest. It is not fully resolved by the time he drives off, and Shita will have to visit the administrative offices when we get to Wamena to fix it. It takes quite some time, but eventually we get decent views again but still no pics of the Greater Superb Bird of Paradise. We also find Ornate Melidectes and Black-breasted Mannikin. The rooms of our hotel in Wamena — reputedly the best hotel in the town — are adequate, but feel like luxury compared to our basic accommodation of the previous 4 nights. Reception tell us they can get non-alcoholic beer. We decide its worth the risk and order two each. Sadly, though the product has the right container and colour, and a vague fizz to it, that is pretty-much where the resemblance to beer stops. Shita treats us to a fantastic meal of crayfish, the local delicacy caught up in Lake Habema! Tomorrow we will fly back to the hot, sticky lowlands. We will be staying near Nimbokrang, about two hours drive from Sentani, and all being well, we will arrive there just in time to say hello and goodbye to the Birdtour Asia crew who are about to replace us up in the mountains. It will be good to catch up with Rob Hutchinson who is leading the group, even if only for a few minutes. View all posts by iandreid. Skip to content. West Papua is not easy to get to, even if it is only 4. Arrival in Sentani. Let the games begin… We have been in the air as England have been playing Croatia in the World Cup semi, but the extra time loss for England is not one we are excited to discover on arrival. Baliem Whistler. Ascending from the Baliem Valley. Jon searching for a Superb BoP. Smoky Honeyeater photo by Steve Young. Snow Mountain Tiger Parrot. Outdoor dunny. Looking back towards camp. What have you got Jon? Mist above Lake Habema. Great Woodswallow. Black-throated Honeyeater. Orange-cheeked Honeyeater. Alpine Pipit. Papuan Treecreeper. Orange-billed Lorikeet. Share this: Twitter Facebook. Like Loading Previous Winter on the Fleurieu. Next West Papua, part 2: Nimbokrang. Published by iandreid. Leave a comment Cancel reply. Comment Reblog Subscribe Subscribed. 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Lake Sentani is a famous primitive arts centre. Khombow has a very high philosophical value for the Sentani people, because in the past khombow as clothing was only used 3 times in their lives namely; at the time when a child is born it is used as a wrapper for the baby, when a woman is married and when someone dies, khombow is used to wrap the body. The motifs painted on Khombow bark have sacred meanings and meanings for Sentani people, because there are motifs that are only exclusively owned by an Ondofolo traditional leader , Khoselo and other customary tools such as the Crocodile and Yoniki motifs. From the results of the field study and the documentation of the motifs painted in Khombow, there have been approximately 12 motifs such as the sun motif, Snake motif, Lizard motif, Lizard, Fish, Stork Feet, Eel, Bat, Flying Squirrel, Leaves, Forest and Spiral or circular flowers. The technique of making Khombow bark has not changed traditionally but has not used a machine, only the equipment that has been changed has used modern equipment such as cutting trees using iron axes, machetes to peel Khombow bark and iron plates to pound the skin to be long and wide dried and later as the main material for painting. At present the Khombow bark painting is still preserved by Sentani people, especially those in the Asei village, East Sentani District, Jayapura Regency, even though its function has changed, it is no longer as clothing but has been made as one of the Papuan souvenirs from Sentani. Our guides are also a private collector of primitive Papuan art and therefore we have the depth of knowledge and connections to ensure that you pay the right price and that all items purchased are genuine. The port city of Jayapura sits on the coast and has a population of around , including many people from other parts of the Indonesian archipelago. It is not an unattractive city and you will find museums, hotels, an assortment of restaurants, banks and markets for shopping. From Jayapura it is easy to take guided overnight treks to primitive villages. The best way to see the Lake and adjacent areas is by motorized canoe. This transportation allows you uninterrupted perspectives of the area access to visit the small fishing village built on stilts over the lake. Fishermen have been plying their traditional trade here for many generations. Trek-Papua A website about a really different tour guide in Papua. Feeds: Posts Comments. Jayapura Trip Brief info Lake Sentani is a famous primitive arts centre. Lunch serve at local restaurant. After lunch continue to visit traditional house of Jayapura and see the life and culture of local people. Afternoon back to your hotel. L, D heading to Western Jayapura. More info please ping us. Share this: Facebook X. Like Loading Five Reasons to contact us if you want to experience Papua: 1. We are Papuan Guides from Yali and other tribes and speak English fluently 2. We offer only personalized treks with small groups 3. We are the company! So no additional cost for middlemen or travel agents 4. We are committed to Eco Tourism: Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but photos 5. Your safety is guaranteed. Blog at WordPress. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

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