My dad, the beach and the fishes

Today, June 12 2012 should be my dad's 77 birthday. Unlucky for us he passed last year, before turned to 76. He is not with us anymore, but he left something important for me who is living, that we should have hope. The song he always sang in the suffering time before dead whispers me, "Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice, making my heart in it sorrow rejoice."




My dad came from a very wonderful place in Minahasa, an uphill village called Rerer. This place is covered by clove plantation down to the it's beach, called Tondano Pante. The people called the beach as Bulo. My dad  laid down on Lelukaran sands, the cape side of Bulo many times.

 

Bulo has natural panorama on and under the water. Many species of fishes can be found in this waterworks.



One of the most desirable fish to be catch by local fishermen is a big delicious fish called Gomuru, beside Lomutu and Meaya. You can taste it by visit this place. Eating baked fresh fishes under the blue sky of Bulo will be an amazing moment to be. Contact me if to plan to.