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点评：Flores Indonesia, William Doi (a.k.a. Flores’ Guardian Angel of Travel)
We were a party of six: four daughters aged 16 to 21 (yes, we survived the teenage years… just), my lovely wife, and I — a pair of well-worn, off-grid-seeking travel addicts. This trip wasn’t about Instagrammable resorts or cocktail umbrellas. Nope. We wanted heart, soul, chicken sacrifices (more on that later), and the full cultural dive into Flores. After toying with other islands, Flores seduced us — and wow, what a decision that turned out to be.
Being the semi-chaotic unit we are, we decided to hand over the reins of logistics and sanity to someone local who could not only speak the language but also understand the heart of the place.
We found the one — William Doi. After a few video calls and laughs, we knew we were in the safest, kindest hands on the island.
We picked our own wild, off-grid-ish itinerary (culture, people, giving back, no crowds), and William helped us sand down the rough edges — mainly by explaining that Google Maps clearly thinks your car has wings. Thanks to his local wizardry, we ended up with a magical route:
Labuan Bajo > Ruteng > Belaraghi > Bajawa > Riung > Mount Kelimutu > Ende.
And enter William and Armin (our superhuman driver, road angel, and all-around legend). From day one, they got us. Every drive was smooth, every stop perfectly timed, and every meal, view, or surprise felt like it had been hand-delivered by fate.
Ruteng:
We bunked down at Karleta Homestay, where the gorgeous Hironimus and his family made us feel like we’d come home — if home were full of hugs, laughter, and more rice than you’ve ever seen.
Belaraghi:
Cue our unexpected chicken sacrifice! A truly sacred welcome from the Ngada people. Two of the girls gracefully bowed out (understandably — feathers were flying), but William’s compassion shone through, ensuring everyone felt included. That moment wasn’t just memorable; it was soul-deep. We may or may not now be the unofficial Flores tourism poster family, according to William.
Bajawa:
Oh, Bajawa… where do we start? William introduced us to so many kind, generous humans that calling them “locals” feels wrong — they became friends. A band popped up during dinner, and before we knew it, our girls were on stage like Flores’ answer to Destiny’s Child. Not to be outdone, they were later whisked away on a “bling car” ride — basically a disco ball on wheels with a sound system that could wake a volcano. They were in heaven. We were just trying to keep up.
Heartstrings moment incoming: William arranged a visit to a school for children with disabilities. We painted, sang, laughed, and probably left with fuller hearts than we came with. Later, we crashed (invited!) a traditional house completion festival — full dress-up, full dance, full joy. We weren’t just tourists; we were guests of honour, clumsily trying to keep up with the rhythm and loving every second.
The next day, there were buffalo and pig sacrifices. Again, a bit much for most of the girls, but Charlotte, our eldest, stood strong and came away absolutely awestruck. It's one thing to witness culture — it's another to be immersed in it, respected, and trusted enough to be a part of it. There really are no words for that kind of experience.
Special thanks to Florian, a superhero without a cape, who walked us through the spiritual layers of it all with the patience of a saint.
Riung (aka 17 Islands paradise):
Imagine Robinson Crusoe meets campfire concert. We had an entire island (Tembang) to ourselves, joined only by Marvyn — a soulful drifter with a guitar. He and William serenaded us under the stars as we stuffed ourselves with fresh fish and drank arak like locals who didn’t have to wake up early (we did).
Kelimutu:
Yes, yes, everyone raves about the sunrise. And they’re right. The three volcanic lakes in different colours? Mind-blowing. Even better with William’s quiet presence nearby, handing out snacks and warm smiles like some sort of Flores sunrise spirit guide.
As a final touch, the nearby volcano erupted the night before we flew home. Nothing like lava lighting up the night sky to remind you you're alive. (Not at all terrifying. Nope. Totally fine.)
In Summary:
William and Armin didn’t just guide us — they wrapped us in love, laughter, and logistics so smooth it felt like magic. We didn’t just see Flores. We felt it. We danced in it. We sang in it. We cried (happy tears). We even sacrificed some poultry in it.
William is more than a guide — he’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, a gentle guardian of your family’s memories. And if you’re lucky enough to travel with him, you’ll come home changed — softer, wiser, and with a sudden urge to book a return ticket.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, William and Armin.
With all our love,
Andy, Rebecca, Charlotte, Bella, Emily, and Florrie ❤️
P.S. You can find William by searching for "Belaraghi Village" on TripAdvisor:
Website: Welcome2Flores (Don’t expect to find contact details — it’s Flores-style!)
Or just give him a call: +62 812-3984-4115
We were a party of six: four daughters aged 16 to 21 (yes, we survived the teenage years… just), my lovely wife, and I — a pair of well-worn, off-grid-seeking travel addicts. This trip wasn’t about Instagrammable resorts or cocktail umbrellas. Nope. We wanted heart, soul, chicken sacrifices (more on that later), and the full cultural dive into Flores. After toying with other islands, Flores seduced us — and wow, what a decision that turned out to be.
Being the semi-chaotic unit we are, we decided to hand over the reins of logistics and sanity to someone local who could not only speak the language but also understand the heart of the place.
We found the one — William Doi. After a few video calls and laughs, we knew we were in the safest, kindest hands on the island.
We picked our own wild, off-grid-ish itinerary (culture, people, giving back, no crowds), and William helped us sand down the rough edges — mainly by explaining that Google Maps clearly thinks your car has wings. Thanks to his local wizardry, we ended up with a magical route:
Labuan Bajo > Ruteng > Belaraghi > Bajawa > Riung > Mount Kelimutu > Ende.
And enter William and Armin (our superhuman driver, road angel, and all-around legend). From day one, they got us. Every drive was smooth, every stop perfectly timed, and every meal, view, or surprise felt like it had been hand-delivered by fate.
Ruteng:
We bunked down at Karleta Homestay, where the gorgeous Hironimus and his family made us feel like we’d come home — if home were full of hugs, laughter, and more rice than you’ve ever seen.
Belaraghi:
Cue our unexpected chicken sacrifice! A truly sacred welcome from the Ngada people. Two of the girls gracefully bowed out (understandably — feathers were flying), but William’s compassion shone through, ensuring everyone felt included. That moment wasn’t just memorable; it was soul-deep. We may or may not now be the unofficial Flores tourism poster family, according to William.
Bajawa:
Oh, Bajawa… where do we start? William introduced us to so many kind, generous humans that calling them “locals” feels wrong — they became friends. A band popped up during dinner, and before we knew it, our girls were on stage like Flores’ answer to Destiny’s Child. Not to be outdone, they were later whisked away on a “bling car” ride — basically a disco ball on wheels with a sound system that could wake a volcano. They were in heaven. We were just trying to keep up.
Heartstrings moment incoming: William arranged a visit to a school for children with disabilities. We painted, sang, laughed, and probably left with fuller hearts than we came with. Later, we crashed (invited!) a traditional house completion festival — full dress-up, full dance, full joy. We weren’t just tourists; we were guests of honour, clumsily trying to keep up with the rhythm and loving every second.
The next day, there were buffalo and pig sacrifices. Again, a bit much for most of the girls, but Charlotte, our eldest, stood strong and came away absolutely awestruck. It's one thing to witness culture — it's another to be immersed in it, respected, and trusted enough to be a part of it. There really are no words for that kind of experience.
Special thanks to Florian, a superhero without a cape, who walked us through the spiritual layers of it all with the patience of a saint.
Riung (aka 17 Islands paradise):
Imagine Robinson Crusoe meets campfire concert. We had an entire island (Tembang) to ourselves, joined only by Marvyn — a soulful drifter with a guitar. He and William serenaded us under the stars as we stuffed ourselves with fresh fish and drank arak like locals who didn’t have to wake up early (we did).
Kelimutu:
Yes, yes, everyone raves about the sunrise. And they’re right. The three volcanic lakes in different colours? Mind-blowing. Even better with William’s quiet presence nearby, handing out snacks and warm smiles like some sort of Flores sunrise spirit guide.
As a final touch, the nearby volcano erupted the night before we flew home. Nothing like lava lighting up the night sky to remind you you're alive. (Not at all terrifying. Nope. Totally fine.)
In Summary:
William and Armin didn’t just guide us — they wrapped us in love, laughter, and logistics so smooth it felt like magic. We didn’t just see Flores. We felt it. We danced in it. We sang in it. We cried (happy tears). We even sacrificed some poultry in it.
William is more than a guide — he’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, a gentle guardian of your family’s memories. And if you’re lucky enough to travel with him, you’ll come home changed — softer, wiser, and with a sudden urge to book a return ticket.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, William and Armin.
With all our love,
Andy, Rebecca, Charlotte, Bella, Emily, and Florrie ❤️
P.S. You can find William by searching for "Belaraghi Village" on TripAdvisor:
Website: Welcome2Flores (Don’t expect to find contact details — it’s Flores-style!)
Or just give him a call: +62 812-3984-4115
翻译：印度尼西亚弗洛雷斯岛，威廉·多伊（又名弗洛雷斯岛的旅行守护天使）
我们一行六人：四个女儿，年龄在16到21岁之间（是的，我们熬过了青春期……就是这样），我亲爱的妻子，还有我——一对衣着老旧、热爱旅行、追求自由自在的旅行爱好者。这次旅行的目标并非是那些适合在Instagram上晒照片的度假村或鸡尾酒伞。不，我们想要的是全心全意、尽情享受鸡肉祭祀（稍后会详细介绍），以及对弗洛雷斯岛文化的全方位体验。在尝试了其他岛屿之后，弗洛雷斯岛吸引了我们——哇，这真是一个多么明智的决定啊！
我们这个团队有点混乱，于是决定把后勤和理智的重任交给一个当地人，他不仅能说当地语言，还能理解这里的精髓。
我们找到了那个人——威廉·多伊。几次视频通话和欢笑之后，我们知道我们遇到了岛上最安全、最友善的人。
我们挑选了一条狂野又有点儿离网的路线（文化、人文、回馈、避开人群），William 帮我们打磨了路线——主要是解释说谷歌地图显然认为你的车长了翅膀。多亏了他当地神奇的魔法，我们最终找到了一条神奇的路线：
拉布安巴焦 > 鲁滕 > 贝拉拉吉 > 巴贾瓦 > 里翁 > 克里穆图山 > 恩德。
William 和 Armin（我们的超级司机、公路天使和全能传奇）登场了。从第一天起，他们就完全了解我们。每一次驾驶都顺畅无阻，每一次停车都恰到好处，每一顿饭、每一处风景或每一点惊喜都像是命运的安排。
鲁滕：
我们住在卡莱塔民宿，热情的 Hironimus 和他的家人让我们感觉像回到了家一样——如果家里充满了拥抱、欢笑和比你见过的还要多的米饭就好了。
贝拉拉吉：
来，我们意外的鸡肉大餐！恩加达人送上了真正神圣的欢迎。两个女孩优雅地谢幕（这可以理解——羽毛飞扬），但威廉的慈悲之心却始终闪耀着光芒，确保每个人都感到被接纳。那一刻不仅令人难忘，更是触动心灵。威廉说，我们现在或许已经是弗洛雷斯岛非官方的旅游海报家族了，也或许不是。
巴贾瓦：
哦，巴贾瓦……该从哪儿说起呢？威廉带我们认识了那么多善良慷慨的人，叫他们“当地人”都感觉不太对劲——他们成了朋友。晚餐时，一支乐队突然出现，不知不觉中，我们的女儿们就登上了舞台，就像弗洛雷斯岛版的“天命真女”乐队一样。为了不甘示弱，她们随后被带上了一辆“闪亮汽车”——基本上就是一个带轮子的迪斯科球，配备了能唤醒火山的音响系统。她们仿佛置身天堂。我们只是努力跟上她们的步伐。
令人心动的时刻即将到来：威廉安排了一次参观残疾儿童学校的旅程。我们画画、唱歌、欢笑，离开时或许比来时更加充实。后来，我们闯入（受邀！）参加了一个传统的房屋竣工节——盛装打扮，尽情跳舞，充满欢乐。我们不仅仅是游客，更是贵宾，笨手笨脚地努力跟上节奏，享受每一秒。
第二天，我们举行了水牛和猪的祭祀。对大多数女孩来说，这又有点太过分了，但我们的大女儿夏洛特却坚强地挺了过来，离开时完全被震撼了。见证文化是一回事，而沉浸其中，受到尊重和信任，成为其中的一部分，则是另一回事。那种体验真的无法用语言来形容。
特别感谢弗洛里安，一位没有披风的超级英雄，他以圣人的耐心，带领我们领略了这一切的精神层面。
Riung（又名十七岛天堂）：
想象一下鲁滨逊漂流记遇上篝火音乐会的场景。我们独享了整座岛屿（Tembang），只有Marvyn陪伴着我们——一个带着吉他、充满灵魂的流浪者。他和William在星空下为我们唱小夜曲，我们则像当地人一样饱餐鲜鱼、畅饮阿拉克酒，因为当地人不用早起（我们得早起）。
Kelimutu：
是啊，是啊，大家都对日出赞不绝口。他们说得对。三个不同颜色的火山湖？真是令人叹为观止。William就在附近，静静地为我们分发零食，脸上洋溢着温暖的笑容，就像弗洛勒斯岛的日出精神向导一样，更添魅力。
最后，我们飞回家的前一天晚上，附近的火山爆发了。没有什么比熔岩照亮夜空更能提醒你还活着的了。（一点也不可怕。不。完全没问题。）
总结：
William和Armin不仅仅是引导我们——他们用爱、欢笑和流畅的后勤工作包裹着我们，感觉就像魔术一样。我们不仅仅是看到了弗洛雷斯，我们感受了它。我们在这里跳舞，我们在这里歌唱，我们哭泣（幸福的泪水）。我们甚至在这里宰杀了一些家禽。
威廉不仅仅是一位导游——他是一位讲故事的人，一座文化桥梁，一位温柔守护您家庭记忆的守护者。如果您有幸与他同行，您回家后会焕然一新——更加温柔，更加睿智，甚至会突然想要预订返程机票。
威廉和阿明，我们衷心感谢你们。
致以我们所有的爱，
安迪、丽贝卡、夏洛特、贝拉、艾米丽和弗洛里❤️
附言：您可以在 TripAdvisor 上搜索“贝拉拉吉村”找到威廉：
网站：Welcome2Flores（别指望能找到联系方式——这是弗洛雷斯的风格！）
或者直接给他打电话：+62 812-3984-4115
我们一行六人：四个女儿，年龄在16到21岁之间（是的，我们熬过了青春期……就是这样），我亲爱的妻子，还有我——一对衣着老旧、热爱旅行、追求自由自在的旅行爱好者。这次旅行的目标并非是那些适合在Instagram上晒照片的度假村或鸡尾酒伞。不，我们想要的是全心全意、尽情享受鸡肉祭祀（稍后会详细介绍），以及对弗洛雷斯岛文化的全方位体验。在尝试了其他岛屿之后，弗洛雷斯岛吸引了我们——哇，这真是一个多么明智的决定啊！
我们这个团队有点混乱，于是决定把后勤和理智的重任交给一个当地人，他不仅能说当地语言，还能理解这里的精髓。
我们找到了那个人——威廉·多伊。几次视频通话和欢笑之后，我们知道我们遇到了岛上最安全、最友善的人。
我们挑选了一条狂野又有点儿离网的路线（文化、人文、回馈、避开人群），William 帮我们打磨了路线——主要是解释说谷歌地图显然认为你的车长了翅膀。多亏了他当地神奇的魔法，我们最终找到了一条神奇的路线：
拉布安巴焦 > 鲁滕 > 贝拉拉吉 > 巴贾瓦 > 里翁 > 克里穆图山 > 恩德。
William 和 Armin（我们的超级司机、公路天使和全能传奇）登场了。从第一天起，他们就完全了解我们。每一次驾驶都顺畅无阻，每一次停车都恰到好处，每一顿饭、每一处风景或每一点惊喜都像是命运的安排。
鲁滕：
我们住在卡莱塔民宿，热情的 Hironimus 和他的家人让我们感觉像回到了家一样——如果家里充满了拥抱、欢笑和比你见过的还要多的米饭就好了。
贝拉拉吉：
来，我们意外的鸡肉大餐！恩加达人送上了真正神圣的欢迎。两个女孩优雅地谢幕（这可以理解——羽毛飞扬），但威廉的慈悲之心却始终闪耀着光芒，确保每个人都感到被接纳。那一刻不仅令人难忘，更是触动心灵。威廉说，我们现在或许已经是弗洛雷斯岛非官方的旅游海报家族了，也或许不是。
巴贾瓦：
哦，巴贾瓦……该从哪儿说起呢？威廉带我们认识了那么多善良慷慨的人，叫他们“当地人”都感觉不太对劲——他们成了朋友。晚餐时，一支乐队突然出现，不知不觉中，我们的女儿们就登上了舞台，就像弗洛雷斯岛版的“天命真女”乐队一样。为了不甘示弱，她们随后被带上了一辆“闪亮汽车”——基本上就是一个带轮子的迪斯科球，配备了能唤醒火山的音响系统。她们仿佛置身天堂。我们只是努力跟上她们的步伐。
令人心动的时刻即将到来：威廉安排了一次参观残疾儿童学校的旅程。我们画画、唱歌、欢笑，离开时或许比来时更加充实。后来，我们闯入（受邀！）参加了一个传统的房屋竣工节——盛装打扮，尽情跳舞，充满欢乐。我们不仅仅是游客，更是贵宾，笨手笨脚地努力跟上节奏，享受每一秒。
第二天，我们举行了水牛和猪的祭祀。对大多数女孩来说，这又有点太过分了，但我们的大女儿夏洛特却坚强地挺了过来，离开时完全被震撼了。见证文化是一回事，而沉浸其中，受到尊重和信任，成为其中的一部分，则是另一回事。那种体验真的无法用语言来形容。
特别感谢弗洛里安，一位没有披风的超级英雄，他以圣人的耐心，带领我们领略了这一切的精神层面。
Riung（又名十七岛天堂）：
想象一下鲁滨逊漂流记遇上篝火音乐会的场景。我们独享了整座岛屿（Tembang），只有Marvyn陪伴着我们——一个带着吉他、充满灵魂的流浪者。他和William在星空下为我们唱小夜曲，我们则像当地人一样饱餐鲜鱼、畅饮阿拉克酒，因为当地人不用早起（我们得早起）。
Kelimutu：
是啊，是啊，大家都对日出赞不绝口。他们说得对。三个不同颜色的火山湖？真是令人叹为观止。William就在附近，静静地为我们分发零食，脸上洋溢着温暖的笑容，就像弗洛勒斯岛的日出精神向导一样，更添魅力。
最后，我们飞回家的前一天晚上，附近的火山爆发了。没有什么比熔岩照亮夜空更能提醒你还活着的了。（一点也不可怕。不。完全没问题。）
总结：
William和Armin不仅仅是引导我们——他们用爱、欢笑和流畅的后勤工作包裹着我们，感觉就像魔术一样。我们不仅仅是看到了弗洛雷斯，我们感受了它。我们在这里跳舞，我们在这里歌唱，我们哭泣（幸福的泪水）。我们甚至在这里宰杀了一些家禽。
威廉不仅仅是一位导游——他是一位讲故事的人，一座文化桥梁，一位温柔守护您家庭记忆的守护者。如果您有幸与他同行，您回家后会焕然一新——更加温柔，更加睿智，甚至会突然想要预订返程机票。
威廉和阿明，我们衷心感谢你们。
致以我们所有的爱，
安迪、丽贝卡、夏洛特、贝拉、艾米丽和弗洛里❤️
附言：您可以在 TripAdvisor 上搜索“贝拉拉吉村”找到威廉：
网站：Welcome2Flores（别指望能找到联系方式——这是弗洛雷斯的风格！）
或者直接给他打电话：+62 812-3984-4115
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