We took the bus back down to Makassar today. It was meant to be 8 hours but it took 9h40 … allowing for one flat tyre, comfort stops and picking up passengers.
This is the end of my Tana Toraja adventure. It is one of the most interesting trips I’ve ever done. Normally everything of interest revolves something historical or relates to nobility like kings and pharaohs, or both.
But in Toraja, people are still living and breathing their traditions. Where in the world would you still find people keeping their departed in their home?!?