Matebean Mane


Elevation: 2,372 m (7,782 ft) Prominence: 2,045 m
Ribu category: Google MarkerSpesial Province: Timor Leste (East Timor)
Google Earth: kml Other names: Often spelt ‘Matebian’. Some maps suggest that nearby Matebean Feto is the highest mountain in the range but this is untrue.
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Bagging It!

One of the wildest and most rugged mountain ranges across the entire Indonesian archipelago, the Matebean mountains are quite unlike any other in this part of the world and have a fascinating yet bloody recent history attached to them. Some websites suggest that Matebean Feto (‘feto’ = female in local Tetum language) is the higher of the two but it is actually the case that the more southerly Matebean (often spelt ‘Matebian’) Mane (’mane’ = male in Tetum) is the true summit of the range.

Getting to the starting point at the hamlet of Uaiboro/Waiburo/Oeiboro (1,200m) is quite time-consuming and rather difficult in a regular vehicle. A 4WD or motorbike can get up there, but for most the little town of Baguia (400m) is the place to leave one’s vehicle and find a guide. From Baguia to Uaiboro is a straightforward 2-3 hour walk, with right turns at the junction in Ossahuna (800m) and then another right turn sharply up the hillside opposite a traditional house (970m). To reach Baguia from Baucau takes at least 3 hours, the key junction being at Laga on the main road between Baucau and Lospalos about 45 minutes eastwards (or 18km) out of Baucau. Baguia lies a further 43 kilometres along rough farm tracks. Limited public transport from Baucau bus terminal to Baguia on trucks with tarpaulin is irregular but possible for those with time on their hands. Expect it to take 4-5 hours and require extreme patience.

Very little English is spoken in the Baguia area, but basic Indonesian should help you get hold of a guide (best attempted between March and October – read comment below regarding an attempt during the Xmas/New Year period that didn’t go quite to plan). A notable ruined building on the right side of the road at Hiberi about 2 or 3 kilometres before Baguia is the “Escola do Reino de Haudere”, a Portuguese school destroyed in the 1940s.

Once in Baguia itself you will notice further ruins on the right which, according to Trekking East Timor, is ‘complete with battlements and dungeons. This was the district administration centre, where in 1959 the last uprising against the Portuguese colonizers took place with bloody reprisals against the Timorese’. Basic accommodation can be found in Baguia for those not wishing to camp or seek shelter at the church hut on the mountain itself. This is the last spot to get basic supplies such as snacks and water.

7km further on is Ossahuna, where you must take a sharp right turn up to a rather vague junction opposite a traditional house. The trail proper begins at Uaiboro beyong the col between the cliffs of Matebean Mane and an outlying crag summit called Mount Ossasama. Thousands of Timorese fled here during the Indonesian invasion and bodies remain hidden in numerous caves on the mountainside.

The following information is taken from Trekking East Timor:

“Walk south from the village through vegetable gardens and rocks, sidling (following the hill around staying fairly level) gently uphill with a fall away to the left. Continue south-west and onto the spur that leads up to a saddle just south-west of the mountain peak altitude 1390 meters. Turn a little to the right and walk up the spur past many limestone rocks.

You will probably hear and see some of the farmers at work in their gardens. Climb over a rocky thorn-covered fence used to keep stock out of and above the village gardens. The farmers in this area have later crops than lower down the mountain due to the colder climate at this altitude and extra cloud and rain. Walk past many thatched huts and houses and then into open eucalypt woodland with lots of moss and lichen attached to the sharp fluted limestone outcrops.

There are many tracks crossing and going off at angles. It would be very easy to get onto the wrong one, even with good visibility. It would be impossible to walk here in heavy cloud without a local guide.

During 1977–78 many people died in this area in battles with the Indonesian military. Aircraft came from Kupang bombing and strafing throughout the morning. At lunchtime the aircraft would land at Baucau, and the attack would resume in the afternoon.

There was also navel shelling from the south coast.

Approximately two kilometers up from Uaiboro, bearing 250d, the track climbs above the tree line at around 1900 meters . Care is needed in this area as the eroded track is hidden by long grass up to a meter high. At around 2000 meters and directly south of the mountain top, climb over a natural-looking limestone fence into short grazed grassland. There are many bomb craters.

The track passes over caves inside of which are the bodies of Timorese killed by the Indonesian bombing. Large rocks have been jammed down to close the entries.

At 2080 meters is an area of huge fluted limestone outcrops. In the mist this looks like some long lost city. The track levels and swings  north. On the right is a wooden church and storeroom. During October many people come here for a religious festa. This building could be used as a refuge if necessary.

The top of Matebean Mane is now less than a kilometer away to the northeast, with a steep walk up to gain these last 250 meters of altitude. The start of this climb is on a bearing of 40d. Zigzag up amongst the rocks and be careful not to touch the broad leafed plants as these can cause itchiness. The route then goes up through open grass meadows among huge monoliths of fluted sharp limestone. and sweeps around to the right for the final 100 meters ascent to the statue at the top.

The views are truly stunning with a feeling of being on the top of the world or in a helicopter. On a clear day Tasi Feto (feto female) =  north  sea, and Tasi Mane (mane male rough = southern sea are clearly visible. The 4.5 kilometer walk from Uaibaro 1170 meters below takes about five hours for a reasonably fit person, including lunch and snack breaks.

The top of Matebean is often shrouded in cloud. To get the view may require a one or two hour wait on the summit. The clouds often roll in mid morning. My mobile phone was getting reception via Baucau from the top of Matebean Feto and Matebean Mane.

In dry conditions the walk back will take about two and a half hours. When wet the rocks on the track become very slippery and there is a real danger of a fall with perhaps serious consequences. The walk back down to Uaiboro in wet conditions could take from one to one and a half hours longer.  You really do need to make an early morning start.”

Information by Dan Quinn (January 2014), with text describing the hike from Uaiboro to the summit from Trekking East Timor written by John Bartlett.


Getting there 3 hours from Dili to Baucau by bus. 5 hours from Baucau to Baguia by truck. 2-3 hours from Baguia to Uaiboro on foot. Therefore if you have a small group and/or sufficient money it is best to hire a 4WD and driver in Dili.
Accommodation There is some very basic accommodation in Baguia. Alternatively stay at the bright orange Tato Toti in the old town area of Baucau just down from the Pousada and camp one night on the mountain itself.
Permits Not usually necessary but best call in at the police office in Baguia for a friendly chat. Be advised that locals may prevent you from climbing in cloudy weather or at certain times of the year.
Water sources There will be some available at Uaiboro/Waiburo/Oeiboro (1,200m) which is the final hamlet.
Local Average Monthly Rainfall (mm): kupang


2 thoughts on “Matebean Mane

  1. Unfortunately my Matebean experience was one to file under ‘severe headache in most regards but mildly amusing in retrospect’. Still, it was fun getting out there……

    I had heard many good things about the Matebean range – rugged terrain and extensive views of a fairly remote part of the archipelago. Given that the end of December is wet in much of Indonesia, it seemed a good time to hop over to Timor Leste where chances are the weather would be a bit drier. Whereas Ramelau is a fairly popular hike and pretty easy to arrange, I was having a bit of difficulty getting in touch with anyone via email who lived in the local area and had climbed it. I tried Carlito, one of the contacts listed on the excellent ‘Trekking East Timor’ website. He was very knowledgeable indeed and I suggested a basic itinerary including one night sleeping up on the mountain at the church hut. Given how long it takes to get out there along rough roads from the Baucau area it seemed like a night either at the foot of the mountain or on the mountain itself would be necessary (unless you happen to own your own car in East Timor and are happy to make a very long day of it).

    When I told this gentleman my not unreasonable budget for the trip, he misread my email as 100USD per day plus transport and accommodation when infact I had offered 100 USD for the trip to/from Dili (doable in 3 days or even 2 if you set off very early and get back very late, though a stop off at Baucau town is recommended). When he realised my genuine offer, he scoffed that he would be better off to ‘stay at home to plant coffee, rambutan and oranges’ as ‘Timor Leste cost living is very expensive’. It is also one of the poorest nations in Asia and you might think that local people would jump at the chance of a moderate wage (and potential future wage from other hikers). So I would just have to wait until I reached East Timor itself and ask around for anyone not expecting the cursed ‘NGO Price’ for simply walking up a hill.

    At Jakarta’s comical Soekarno-Hatta airport things got off to a poor, and thus normal, start as Sriwijaya announced a delay to the departure (their first of the day for this aircraft). On arrival at Denpasar you must transit from domestic to international, at present a considerable walk, and then get back on the same plane. At Dili everything was simple – 30 USD for tourist visa (various other prices for transit, study, work) and then 10 USD in a taxi into the city.

    The East Timor Backpackers is the place to stay if you’re on a budget – or just want a decent bunch of other tourists to chat to. 12 USD a night for bunk beds, higher for own room. It’s at the western side of town on the main road from the airport, so actually you can probably get a taxi a bit cheaper than 10USD (it’s only 5 USD BACK TO the airport). Do note that, compared to Indonesia, most things are considerably more expensive – especially accommodation, western-style food etc. However it can still all be done on a tight budget if you don’t mind eating simple meals.

    The first thing that struck me about Dili was the number of excellent restaurants – notably several Indian establishments within 2 minutes walk of the Backpackers.

    To get out to Baucau, you can either rent a car and driver (90USD per 24 hour period plus fuel costs), rent your own motorbike from Tigerfuel near the Backpackers (35 USD per day plus fuel) or simply hop on one of the very regular local buses. Wikitravel suggests you need to head out to the eastern side of the city to Becora bus terminal to catch a bus to Baucau but this is not necessary. Just walk down to opposite the Lita Store (about 20 minutes on foot straight down the road eastwards from the Backpackers). Given how busy the bus was with locals going home for New Years Eve, many of them carrying upside-down chickens with their feet tied together and the typically noisy music system ‘entertaining’ passengers, I opted to climb onto the roof of the little bus, alongside a couple of other roof riders and some vegetables. It turned out to be a wise decision for what is an incredibly scenic 3 or 3 and a half hour trip along the coastline. Price is about 4 USD but I was charged only 3 USD as I spent much of the time on the roof (which is a half fare apparently).

    When you reach the Baucau bus terminal, do not be put off by what must be one of the most disgusting and primitive terminals in Southeast Asia. Truly revolting. I found a shop selling beer to soften the blow of standing in filth whilst I waited, hopefully, for one of the trucks out to Baguia where I planned to spend the night and find a guide for Matebean Mane.

    After an hour a truck arrived, bound for Baguia. Excellent. I got onboard the tarpaulin covered truck. An annoying little kid kept prodding me from outside the truck and I had to be careful about watching my wallet as I had the feeling he would have it given the smallest of opportunities. After a further hour we set off along the crater-covered road by the terminal. We pulled into a gas station to fill up. This took some time and I came to the conclusion the driver was having a smoke and/or a chat somewhere, despite the bus being full up. Needless to say I was the only foreigner onboard this peculiar form of transportation and it was beginning to take its toll. Finally we set off again. No more excuses to stop. Or so I thought. Amazingly, the truck pulled back into Baucau bus terminal and the driver turned the engine off and ordered everyone out.

    This was too much. I decided to spend the night in Baucau and try to find someone local to Baucau with a motorbike who had climbed Matebean or would at least accompany me up there. So I hopped on a minivan down to the Old Town (much nicer – wide, empty streets, the Pousada hotel and restaurant) where I stayed at Tato Toti Guesthouse just 1 minute further down the road from the salmon-pink pousada. Tato Toti was 35 USD for a room with hot water (that’s half the pousada prices) or 30 USD for cold water. The pousada itself was full of the rich type of NGO worker and well-to-do foreign families, the type that might pay Carlito enough to leave his rambutans and his oranges!

    Just down from the guesthouse is a stairway leading up to some old building or other, with views down to the coast which is several km away down the road (and supposedly has a reasonable place to stay near the beach, for those with extra time).

    The Victoria Restaurant is reasonable place to eat, but given the large portion sizes and wifi availability at the pousada I decided to eat there.

    I had told the friendly chap running Tato Toti that I was looking for someone to accompany me up Matebean and did he know anyone in Baucau, or even just someone with a motorbike that was keen on hiking? He said it would be easier just to go back to the terminal in the morning and wait for a truck to appear but after my previous experiences I told him I was trying to avoid that if at all possible. Eventually he said he had found someone with a motorbike who would come at breakfast time the following morning. And, as I chomped on the fried egg and delicious local bread (not horribly sugar filled like in Indonesia) a young student appeared on his motorbike. His Indonesian was pretty good but he didn’t look like much of a hiker. He seemed to know the way to Baguia, at least, so I decided to go with it and see how much he wanted for 2 days – 1 night on the mountain – return trip from Baucau. He first asked for 150 USD – a ridiculous sum. I told him my maximum budget was 100 USD for EVERYTHING. Otherwise I would just have to try to get the truck up there again.

    Eventually he agreed and we set off along the main Lospalos road to the church at Laga (after 45 minutes) where the right turn by what looks to be an old cement Pancasila sign leads up to Baguia along bumpy farm tracks. There are some stunning views to be had along this track, both towards the mountains inland and also out to the coast.

    Unfortunately my ‘guide’ seemed a little too concerned about getting his motorbike muddy so we travelled at a snail’s pace and he also kept asking me to alight on steep sections and walk up behind him, when infact his motorbike would be quite fine with me on too. He was a Baucau City Boy, it would appear.
    3 and a half hours from Baucau, fording a couple of rivers, and we were on the main street of Baguia. Given it was already lunchtime we decided to continue on as far as we could get so that we could get walking in time to reach the church hut before dark. A further hour along steep tracks, via a right turn at Ossahuna, and we were at a second, minor, junction up to Waiburo/Uaiboro. We left the motorbike with an old lady who lives near the junction and proceeded to find someone local who might point the way to us. My ‘guide’ said we would need to bring a village kid up with us and it would only be 10 USD or so. I said ‘fine’ but this is to come out of the 100. He wouldn’t budge on this and so I reluctantly agreed. We went to a cluster of huts on the right of the track up to Uaiboro. No village kids, but a sprightly old man who was willing to take us up to the church hut and leave us there. Perfect – I could, after all, use my GPS the following morning to get us down the same way again.

    Then he asked – via my ‘guide’ from Baucau – for a whopping 30 USD for an afternoon’s stroll. I was incredibly annoyed by this, but agreed, given how far I had come to visit this mountain and how much we really needed to get up there before dark. So we proceeded up the wide farm track zigzagging up to the hamlet of Uaiboro, where the hiking trail properly begins. On the right is a rugged cliff peak (Mount Ossasama) and several graves at the col between it and Uaiboro.

    This area has a deeply sad recent history, with thousands left dead through fighting with the Indonesian Army and also aerial bombardments which have left craters higher up the mountain still visible today.

    (You can google ‘Matebian massacre’ for paragraphs such as this….. “the final piece of territory to fall to the Indonesians in the last days of 1978. It had provided sanctuary to many thousands of East Timorese during the final months of Abri’s so-called ‘Encirclement and Annihilation’ campaign. It was eventually captured after weeks of aerial bombardment and massive civilian casualties.”)

    Anyone over the age of 35 will probably have some pretty shocking memories from the late 1970s and will probably have lost many relatives and friends during the conflict.

    On the left of the track, at the entrance to Uaiboro, is what looks like a little warung or village shop. We were invited by two women to sit down on chairs – something in Indonesia I always see as a bad sign. It means delay, negotiation, sussing the foreigner out. And it’s the last thing you want, however well intentioned, when you’ve just started climbing a mountain you’ve effectively spent several days getting to the base of.

    ‘You can’t climb this mountain.

    It’s windy up there’.

    It’s ok. I have a GPS system and have climbed many mountains before. It’s windy in the UK, where I come from, almost every day!

    ‘But it is not allowed. It is dangerous’.

    Well, I have read many reports of people climbing this mountain.

    ‘But it is December. You may not climb in November, December, January. February. You will have to come back another time.’

    I don’t have another time. This is my holiday time now. I have come a long way to climb this. I know that Ramelau is open for hiking and Ramelau is much higher than Matebean.

    ‘But Ramelau is different. Not the same as Matebean’.

    …..and so, after a great deal of effort getting to East Timor, then to Baucau, then finding transport, then sitting on a motorbike up bumpy tracks for several hours….. and I wouldn’t be allowed to climb. Inside I was furious but I just turned to the motorbike boy from Baucau (who was clearly delighted he wouldn’t have to do any hiking!) and told him we would return immediately to Baucau. We trotted back down to the local man’s house (all of 40 minutes there and back). He then requested his money via Baucau Boy. I asked him how much he was asking for, given that we had not climbed the mountain. ‘Oh, just 20 USD’. For a 40 minute walk! Once again, I was fuming inside, on what was supposed to be both a holiday and a way to promote the mountain to many others, but just decided to hand over the cash to the mercenary old man and walk away with a very poor impression of him.

    To add insult to injury, or perhaps that should be injury to insult, a teenage girl pretended to hurl a rock at my head and laughed as we passed along the rough farm track back out to Baucau. I had read online about hostility to foreigners at Quelicai on the western side of the mountain (another potential access point – there is accommodation at the Matebian Guesthouse) but had heard nothing about trouble on the eastern (Baguia) side. In retrospect perhaps I should have called off at the police station in Baguia to speak to an official about getting some form of written permission to climb the mountain but in reality I was knackered as it was. And I was glad to get out of there.

    The sky was a perfect blue and there was to be no rain for the next 36 hours or so. It would have been perfect weather at the top of the mountain! Baucau Motorbike Boy didn’t have the sufficient moral compass to suggest a fee more appropriate for what was a failed attempt. So I was 120 USD lighter from this single infuriating day. It wasn’t a great start to my impressions of East Timor, and constituted a dismal end to my 2013 hiking, but hopefully things would improve for Ramelau at the start of January.

    Getting back to Dili took longer than expected, with 5 buses all trying to fill up at once instead of utilising the very modern concept of ‘a queue’! So all 5 buses sat waiting for around 2 hours each before all leaving more or less at the same time. On the way back the bus I chose broke down, I stayed on the roof away from the chickens and the loud music, and admired a particularly fine view of a narrow, knife-edge ridge near the coast about halfway between Baucau and Dili.

    Another odd thing on Wikitravel is all this advice for ‘Malays’. I wondered why it was so dangerous for Malaysian (and perhaps Javanese) women to go out alone at night. All this advice for Malays. Was it because of the conflict with Indonesia? It was on the return trip to Dili that I worked it out. It was referring to ‘malaes’, the local term for white person. Personally, I felt I was coming down with a rare tropical illness called the Matebean Malaise.

    Once again, don’t get off at Terminal Becora in Dili. Wait for the Lita Store from where you can walk a few minutes along the pedestrian area on the seafront back into town.

    After all this it was with considerable relief that there was still room available at the Backpackers so I sat out back at the ‘Smokehouse bar’ and quaffed a few much needed Tiger beers.

    So, final advice: if you’re rich or have a group of 3 or 4 I would rent a 4WD to get up to Baguia. Ask at the police station for a guide. And outside of March-October might present problems such as I had with the locals and the terrible ‘windy’ conditions.

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