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INDONESIA | Tuesday, 11 June 2013 | Views [440] | View Smaller Image

The deeper the pit got, the harder it was to climb up, and down to the do the soil sampling. I could not help to laugh every time the tried to reach me, either with ropes, trees that have been cut down, and sometimes they even climbed up and down like spiders. Thank God they were not injured in any way. Samples were taken for every meter using a geological hammer, a bucket and a helping pulley. Finally, I was taken out from my colony.

Local people were then included in the exploration. They brought logistics, built tents, and most importantly, dug test pits. Those geologists said that test pits were dug to find the nature of my sub-soil strata. Well, all that I know was that I was dug down to 7 meters depth. I was amazed by how the local people could still throw jokes at each other, even with the ‘no-more-strangers,’ while doing this exhausting job. It required 2-3 days to finish one pit and minimum 5 pits were needed. I could not imagine how the local people would react if the geologists were not that pleasant.

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I was then handed from the local people to the geologists. How I saw it was that, when they handed me to the 'no-more-strangers,' they also handed their life, and their trust. They did not understand my future. They did not even know if the soil that they dug were prospectus. All that they knew was that they have given their best to accompany those 'no-more-strangers' in order to reach a succeed, whatever it really was.

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