Don't fear the Rotan
Morning there campers,
Quite a lot has gone on over the last couple of days, and Mumsy - you'll be pleased to know we made it out of Indonesia without being bombed, or having our kidneys stolen.
We dashed across from Indonesia to the Malaysian port island of Pedang, and being shown around by our new Japanese friend Hitoshi (now there's a weird change of scene) had a yumbo gumbo feed in the Chinatown there, under the cooling spray of the mist-producing fans. Our accomodation was a little less, how should I say - 'glossy' than that of Lake Toba; so a lack of windows and travelling tensions made for a pretty sticky night there, and we decided to opt for some beach action as soon as we could.
Embolded now after enough random experiences to remove my 'fresh off the farm' appearance, we decided to take a punt and catch a bus south for a little island where we are now. It's all smiles, and we knew we'd hit on a good place to stay when we walked in and had to fight our way through a maze of Bob Marley flags. When talking of timeframes, the owner (Ade, with dreadlocks down to his bum) always refers to things relative to the year Bob Marley died.
He likes Bob Marley.
Recent highlights include night swimming (I'm soooo Michael Stipe) with loads of phosphorescence during a lightning storm, feeding the monkeys outside our room, and drinking milk from a coconut that fell from a tree and almost brained us on the way to dinner. It's a tough life Dad, I tell you.
So, we're just four days out from meeting the erstwhile business magnate Aaron, and his partner in crime - the newly named 'Wicko' up in Thailand. We'd like to get the train up, and I'm pretty sure that if I tip the driver he'll take us over the Bridge on the River Kwai.
Lastly, travel tip of the day;
When you're entering a country with the death penalty for drug trafficking, don't get your girlfriend to trim your beard (rather patchily) the night before. Just don't...
Back to our room now for some cards and reggae. Berin, the area around where we're staying is soooo Medal of Honor Rising Sun, I swear I saw a guy digging himself into a foxhole as we were leaving...
Yours in fear of 100 lashes,
Arch :)
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