Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Tuak, trains, and tourists

[As promised, we added more pictures to the last post, so see below this one for the changes.]

Just getting to Bukit Lawang was an adventure in itself. First we took a local minibus to the big bus station, which ended up just being a couple of buses on the side of the road. Then it was a long, hot, bumpy almost 4-hour drive north to Bukit Lawang, crammed in with locals and their endless cigarettes. Ryan befriended a guy that lived there, Baba, and he showed us the way to the hotel that his family ran. We ended up staying there, and also booked a 1-day jungle trek with him for the following day. Bukit Lwang was devastated by a flash flood in 2003, and the locals have slowly been rebuilding their riverside structures. Tourism is still suffering, and they're trying hard to get it back. The first picture shows our hotel on the right side of the river:


Bukit Lawang is known for the Gunung Leuser National Park that surrounds it. The Park is home to thousands of wild orangutans, which we were on the hunt for during our adventure through the jungle. Baba had said we would take it easy, as our feet were still not totally healed, but his idea of "easy" was uphill climbs using roots and trees to get up, and slippery leaf-covered walkways. It was a ton of fun, and the best part was of course the monkeys. We ended up seeing 7 different orangutans - 1 big male, 3 females, 2 babies, and 1 adolescent: (and our nasi goreng lunch)



We were also lucky enough to see the Thomas monkey, white-handed gibbon, and pig-tailed gibbon, a poisonous centipede (which, when Anna asked whether the red-legged insect crawling toward the group was dangerous, the guides lept to their feet as they wore just flip flops!), and some leeches. Anna discovered that leeches like her blood, sucking her ankle even through her sock. The trek was one of our favorite activites so far on our trip, as how often can you see wild orangutans swinging through the jungle canopy over your head? It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Unfortunately, we had to make the long drive back to Medan to continue to our next destination, Danau Toba, but our choice of taking a minibus instead of the big bus made the trip a little easier, despite the fact that our bags were not in our view, and we made quite a few stops to let people on and off. That night, we decided to squander all the rupiahs that we had saved at our less than US$4 a night room in Bukit Lawang on a room at a big hotel, complete with actual glass shower, air-con, and TV. We knew the next day was again going to be an interesting travel day.

We arrived at the port town of Parapat after 5 hours of bus riding, hungry and with headaches. There was still a ferry to catch, and, half an hour later, we were finally on Pulau Samosir, an (kind of) island in Danau Toba, the biggest lake in southeast Asia. We found a good deal at Samosir Cottages, a room with a lakeview, and settled in.

We had decided that we needed a place to unwind, from the constant travel and busyness that had surrounded us since we left Denpasar, Bali. And Tuk Tuk, the town on the island, was the place to do it - cooler, since it was at higher elevation, and with few tourists. We lounged around the cottages, jumped in the lake to cool off, rented a motorbike (with some reservations, and going very slowly) to see more of the island, and learned how the Batak people used to try criminals while sitting around in their stone chairs, then deciding how to kill the person - they tortured them by knife, beat them with a "long stick" (which we now have a short version of), then beheaded them. This gruesomeness continued when the king, then everyone else present, would eat the dead's insides. Mmmmm. The last beheading took place in 1816.

While in Batak country, we decided to hunt down an alcohol they make from palm sap, called tuak. We knew we wouldn't find it anywhere else, so finding locals in the know, they pointed us to Ciadari, a spot that was just starting to pour it at 6:00pm on the dot. You can't get it before 6pm, and after 8pm, it's all gone. We met Albert, who serenaded us with his guitar and singing of "Hotel California," some Beatles songs, and random riffs. We were the only white people there, and Anna was the only woman.
We lounged about Tuk Tuk for a couple more days, enjoying the no-need for a fan or air-conditioner, and hot water, and especially the friendly people. Ryan helped a restaurantuer figure out a way to make a sign advertising a choice of vegetable cooked any way the customer likes, and we got a deal on the motorbike by buying Bintang beers from a family's store and returning the bottles to them. Some Batak village kids attacked us with their smiles, too.

But we had to head back to Medan again, this time to leave the country. Our Indonesia visa was almost up (one month is a short time!), and we had booked a flight to Malaysia on Valentine's Day. However, before we left, we decided to go see the mosque, Mesjid Raya, that is heard in every corner of Medan. In order for us to get in, Ryan got a sarong, and Anna had to wear a traditional head covering, much to the amusement of the people who worked there.

Arriving in Penang, we were relieved to see that some of Singapore's effecient transportation had rubbed off on the neighboring country. A nice, air-conditioned public bus ride took us into Chinatown, near the ferry where we crossed to the mainland. We wanted to find a place to stay in Butterworth, on the other side, as our train ride into Thailand the next morning left at 5:19am!

Many, many hours later, we found ourselves in Hat Yai, the first big Thai town. Our passports stamped, we decided to make it a true travel day and get all the way to Krabi on the west coast of southern Tailand, where we are currently. It was a good 12 hours of non-stop travel, but we're glad we did it. Krabi is a rockclimbers heaven, though we didn't partake in it. It's also a base to get to Ko Phi Phi, where, you Leo Dicaprio fans might know, The Beach was filmed, at Maya Bay.
Fellow travelers had told us that Ko Phi Phi was beautiful, so we thought, might as well see it. It's expensive, though, so no staying there for us. We booked a speedboat day trip to numerous beaches and snorkel sights, and though we were there with every other tourist near Krabi, it was nice to get a day of sightseeing and snorkelling in. The water was clear, the weather was beautiful, and we really wish we had an underwater housing for our camera! The limestone cliffs that descend straight into the water really are amazing, and tons of longtail boats, the traditional transport boats, mingled with the modern speedboats.


While eating dinner one night during a big rain, the power suddenly went out, and stayed out. Usually the outages last just a few seconds, but this time, staff started lighting candles, while the cooking went on as usual. Here's Ryan with our beers, waiting in the dark for our food:

We like it here, but we're anxious to see more of Thailand! Especially to get to some other islands on the east coast - specifically the island of Ko Pha Ngan, where, depending on the moon phase, we might get in a "New Moon Party," a "Half Moon party," or probably any phase except the famed "Full Moon Party." We're not sure we'd want to compete with thousands of kids for accommodation anyways. Then, finally, we're going to get Open Water scuba certified on Ko Tao, supposedly the most beautiful and diverse dive areas in Thailand!

Our downward valley is definitely starting back uphill; our travel appetites must have just needed a little Pad Thai.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Upside Down in Indonesia

They warned us. The few long-term-travel books that we read in preparation for our trip said that there would be peaks and valleys during our year on the road. We now know what the descent into the bottom of the valley feels like.

After arriving in Kuta, Bali, it didn't take us long to realize that we didn't like the place. It reminded us a bit of the grungy side of Mexico: dirty, loud, and crowded. One full day in Kuta was enough and after 2 nights we escaped to the east side of the Bukit Peninsula to a town called Sanur. On the ride over we met Joe, a friendly fellow American traveler from San Diego. After we got off the bus, the three of us scoured the town for cheap accommodation. We found it at Ira Accommodation for a whopping US$5.75 a night. The room wasn't much, but we liked it enough to call it home for the next four nights. We also liked Sanur immediately, as the beach was pristine, the town quiet, and there were very few tourists. We ate some great local food (Mie Goreng and Nasi Goreng) at the night market and local warungs, especially Warung Anna's, with you guessed it, a lady named Anna and her mischievous kitten Kris. Ryan surfed the local reef breaks with Joe and, and mainly we relaxed for the next four days. We even found a new way to make sure you always know where your money is:


After we where well-rested, we got the itch to move on so we decided to head to Ubud, the cultural center of Bali. Here we splurged and spent the US$9/night for a room with A/C. Unfortunately, Ryan had some stomach problems the next day (we think from something he ate in Sanur) and spent most of the day in bed. Luckily it only lasted 24 hours, so we were able to explore Ubud, including the many monkeys that inhabit the Monkey Sanctuary.
The following day we had our hotel host, Made, take us around to see the terraced rice fields, temples, a Balinese Barong dance, and a coffee plantation, and we had lunch in Kintamani overlooking the Gunung Batur volcano. Surprisingly, we were the only westerners at the Barong dance and the rest of the audience was comprised of tourists from Java. I guess they don't see too many westerners in their part of Java, because after the dance was over we were bombarded by teenagers who wanted our autographs and pictures taken with them. A mom and her baby even wanted to get in on the action. We felt like movie stars and finally had to say "no more photos" to move on to our next destination.

The Barong creature


Freshly roasted Kopi Luwak


After spending a last night in Ubud, we took a shuttle to the port town of Padangbai, where we caught the 4.5 hour ferry ride over to Lombok. Once in Lombok, we headed over to Kuta, Lombok, an area known for its waves. Like every other tourist, we rented a motorbike equipped with surf racks since every surf break is at least 2km from town. The next day as Anna, myself, and the surfboard headed to the nearest beach, Sagur, we took a slight spill on the motorbike. Luckily we were going slow and only suffered some road rash. Nonetheless, the tops of our feet got scraped up pretty well and putting on shoes or snorkel fins was out of the question for a while. Ryan was still able to get a surf session in at Grupuk inside, a break accessible only by hiring a boat for ~US$3.

The moto spill put a damper on things in Kuta, so after three nights Ryan sold his surfboard to the local surf shop and we headed to the little island of Gili Trawangan, off the northwest coast of Lombok. Originally, we wanted to take a scuba dive course to get certified, but our wounds were (and are) still bad enough to not be able to wear fins. So instead we took the next four days to just relax and let ourselves heal a bit. However, the second day on the island, it was Anna's turn to get sick from minor food poisoning. She recovered within 24 hours but we were both pretty drained at that point. So we spent the next few days reading, trying to stay dry from the torrential downpours that occurred everyday, and trying not to get bit by the millions of mosquitoes on the island.


The cramped boat ride to Gili Trawangan



The sole means of transport on the Gili's


After four days, island fever started to get to us, so we made the all day trek to get back to Kuta, Bali. On our way, we made arrangements to fly from Bali to Medan, Sumatra the following morning. So we woke up early yesterday morning and caught our flight to Medan. Next we are off to see the Orang-utans of Bukit Lawang.

And hopefully on our way to the top of a new valley...

P.S Whenever locals ask us where we are from and we tell them America, the next word out of their mouth is "Obama!" No joke. They really like him here

P.P.S. Sorry for the solo photo. Even though Medan is Indo's third largest city, its internet is one of the slowest we have encountered. We'll try to post more photos soon, maybe just a blog of photos.