Ulu Belu, Indonesia In the remote highlands of Ulu Belu, a community of traditional farmers continues to uphold a time honored practice that has been passed down for generations: the manual harvest of black pepper. Amid the mist covered hills and dense vines, these farmers climb tall wooden structures and brave swarms of wild bees all in the name of preserving heritage. The black pepper harvest in Ulu Belu is not just an agricultural activity; it is a cultural ritual. Unlike modern plantations that rely on machinery and chemical treatments, Ulu Belu farmers adhere to traditional methods, which require climbing tall vines by hand and carefully selecting mature peppercorns. The work is both delicate and dangerous. One of the greatest risks during the harvest season is the unexpected encounter with bees that nest within the pepper vines. Farmers often find themselves fending off sudden attacks, which can result in stings, injuries, and in some cases, falls from significant heights. Yet, for these harvesters, the risk is part of the responsibility. “This is how our ancestors did it,” says Agus, a third-generation pepper farmer. “When we climb and harvest this way, we’re not just picking pepper. We’re keeping their spirit alive.” Despite the challenges, the people of Ulu Belu view these dangers as part of a sacred duty to protect the purity and identity of their pepper. The region’s unique climate, combined with these traditional practices, results in a pepper variety renowned for its aroma and flavor a product that has gained recognition both locally and internationally. The commitment to tradition is also a statement of resistance. In a world that increasingly leans toward industrialization and efficiency, Ulu Belu stands as a symbol of balance between nature, culture, and economic livelihood. “Our pepper is not just a commodity. It is our story, our struggle, and our pride,” says Rahma a local youth leader involved in promoting sustainable farming in the area. “Every bee sting, every bruise it’s part of the value we’re trying to preserve.” As harvest season reaches its peak, the hills of Ulu Belu echo with the sounds of laughter, singing, and the rustling of vines a reminder that tradition lives not only in rituals, but in the courage of those who dare to keep it alive. Nico_KGF
