Wandering Through the Heat of Sorong

the sun was already a hammer at 7am when i stumbled out of the tiny guesthouse near the market.

30.99°c feels like 37.99°c, according to the weather app i’d checked while brushing my teeth. it’s the kind of heat that makes your shirt stick to your back before you’ve even decided where to go. i just checked and it’s a slow cooker out there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.

walking through the fish market was like stepping into a blender of smells-salt, diesel, and something sweet i couldn’t place. someone told me that the best grilled fish in town is sold from a cart near the docks, but i chickened out and grabbed a coconut instead. the vendor laughed when i asked if it was “cold.” “here, cold is a dream,” he said.

if you get bored, manokwari and ambon are just a short flight away, though “short” in indonesia can mean anything from 45 minutes to a five-hour saga with a layover in a town you’ve never heard of.

i overheard a group of local guys talking about a hidden beach past the old port. “white sand, nobody,” one said, waving his hand like he was swatting a fly. i’m not sure if it exists, but i’m choosing to believe it does.

here’s the map i ended up using, though it barely helped:

i passed a small mosque with kids playing tag in the courtyard, their laughter cutting through the heat like a knife. later, i found a quiet spot by the water where the only sound was the creak of fishing boats. it wasn’t scenic in the postcard sense, but it felt real.

here’s what the town looked like through my lens:

so yeah, sorong isn’t a place you come to for luxury or nightlife. it’s a place you come to for the kind of travel that leaves you sweaty, slightly confused, and oddly satisfied. and if you’re lucky, you’ll leave with a story about a beach that might not even exist.

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