In the light of the full moon, following my first encounters in Lamalera, I walked back alone to my cliff-top homestay. I realized only now that throughout the village strips of meat and fat cut from the captured sperm whale had been hung on wooden …

At the other end of the beach of Lamalera, I registered an adult villager who looked at me curiously. Since I really wanted to meet one of the fishermen, I said goodbye to the group of youngsters and walked towards him. My knowledge of Bahasa …

Near the surf, I discovered part of a whale’s carcass, with remnants of tissue still attached, giving off an unpleasant rancid odor. The Indonesian guys told me that just three days ago a sperm whale had been caught and these remains belonged to it. Then …

Some teenagers of Lamalera led me along the beach and proudly brought me to a huge bone, possibly the shoulder blade of a whale. They told me in broken English coupled with countless hand signals that the bone came from one of the many whales …

After being served coffee on the terrace by my hostess, I descended into the village for a first exploratory walk, filled with curiosity. On the beach, I was greeted warmly by young people who were just as curious as I was. With their western T-shirts …

In a remote fishing village on the Indonesian island of Lembata, the inhabitants have been subsisting on whaling for over 6 centuries. Prior to my trip through Asia, I read about the place and it’s people who are possibly the last to hunt marine mammals …