A Rough Start and the Best Comfort Noodles
September 1st. My final day in Ambon.
I woke up feeling absolutely terrible. The reason? Completely my own fault. I stayed up until 4 AM aimlessly scrolling through my phone.
I dragged myself out of bed just before 7 AM and headed out early to catch a cafe that opened at 8. But at 7 AM, Ambon is still deeply asleep. No chain convenience stores were open—only a few tiny, family-run shops.
After walking for about 10 minutes from my hotel, I stumbled upon a spot selling Mie Bakso-style local noodles. It's a dish I fell in love with back in Manado that tastes surprisingly similar to Tonkotsu ramen. Even though I felt like a zombie, I had to have it. The thick noodles and rich broth were exactly what my exhausted body needed. So good.
The Reality of the Street Sweepers
On my way to the cafe, I spotted a street-sweeping vehicle doing its rounds.
Indonesia has an interesting relationship with littering. People tend to toss things on the ground without much hesitation, but it's not simply a lack of morals. It's actually part of an unspoken social cycle: people litter, which creates jobs for the people who clean it up.
It's a totally different mindset from what I'm used to in Japan, but seeing it in action gave me a fascinating glimpse into how this society functions.
Reunited with My First Ambon Friend
Around 8:10 AM, I finally made it to the cafe and met up with Brury—the very first friend I made when I arrived in Ambon.
As soon as we met, he handed me some throat-soothing gummy candies. He's such a genuine, cheerful guy with the most contagious smile. He even speaks a little Japanese! Hanging out with him has honestly been one of the highlights of my trip.
We chilled until about 2 PM. After we said our goodbyes, my body was still aching from lack of sleep, so I grabbed a quick bite and rested up for my evening plans.
The Hunt for a Traditional 'Tifa' Drum
A week ago, I mentioned to a local friend that I really wanted to buy a Tifa (a traditional Maluku drum) before heading home. Because the people here are amazing, my friend actually set up a visit to a well-known local artisan's workshop for me!
At the workshop, they showed me a Totobuang, a small gong-like instrument played with wooden sticks. Traditionally, the Totobuang and Tifa are played together.
I even got to watch the artisans hollowing out massive logs and painting the large Tifa drums. Seeing that kind of craftsmanship up close is always so inspiring.
I was hoping to buy a small Tifa as a souvenir, but unfortunately, they were completely out of stock. I was a bit bummed, but then the most unbelievable thing happened.
The artisan told me to wait, went to his own house, and brought back his personal Tifa to give to me as a gift! He wouldn't accept any money for it. He expected absolutely nothing in return. The pure, selfless generosity of the people here honestly leaves me speechless.
I'll Be Back, Ambon
For my final dinner, I had a plate of Cap Cai (Indonesian-Chinese stir-fried vegetables) and spent some time reflecting on the past two weeks.
To be completely honest, during my first few days here, I thought, "Man, two weeks in Ambon might be too long."
But sitting here now? It aches to leave. I want to stay longer. The kindness and warmth of the people here have completely stolen my heart.
Thank you, Ambon, for everything. I will absolutely be back.
