Thursday, April 19, 2007

Sultry Sumatra...

Today we arrived in Batam after a blissful one-hour flight from Pekanbaru. (Only about $15 more than taking the eight hour bus/ferry option. Suka, above, had forgotten us and when we approached her she got very defensive. This saddened me because we were on such friendly terms before we left for Sumatra. After about an hour she slowly made her way, with head lowered, over to me as I sat on the computer and gave me a kiss on the knee. Since then we've been the best of pals. Unfortunately, our gracious hosts Angeline, Ted and Roel are presently in Singapore. When we get to Singapore, probably in a day or two, we will hopefully be able to meet them for coffee. Today is Angeline's 84th birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! For the fun of it I will retell our Sumatra trip starting from Bukittinggi and working backwards in time to Danau Toba....

We arrived in Bukittinggi on the 13th, after a sixteen-hour overnight bus through windy Sumatran highways. Thanks to the wonders of Gravol we survived without having to hang our heads out the windows. Bukittinggi means "tall hill" (Bukit = hill, Tinggi = tall) and is about 1000 meters in altitude. It is a fairly touristy town boasting an old Dutch fort called Fort de Kock, a zoo and a Menengkabau culture museum. I should have believed Lonely Planet's description of the three and steered clear but we had time to kill so we went anyway. The only things left of the fort are some rusted canons. The zoo is utterly depressing with elephants tied up like dogs, pacing back and forth continually. The Menengkabau museum started out interesting with the usual displays about village life, clothing, and culture, but slowly progressed to the absurd and strange, like a whole display on deformed animals, some with two heads and legs protruding from their back. The view from our hotel was striking, with Gunung Marapi, Sumatra's most active volcano, in the background. We only stayed in Bukittinggi for a day and then booked a two-day jungle tour. The mosques in Bukittingi are stunningly beautiful against the dusk sky. Sumatran skies don't look real sometimes; often they look more like a painting. At certain times of the day the mosques broadcast prayers sung over the loudspeakers. It was a beautiful moment, some days ago, when Austin and I were sitting on the balcony overlooking a thunderstorm in Bukittinggi when slowly, one by one, the mosques began their prayers. The sound of the rain pounding the corrogated tin roofs blended together with the echoing prayers coming from near and far was really quieting.

Here are some shots of our jungle tour from Bukittinggi to Lake Maninjau. We began our tour on the 14th. Our guide was Wendra and with him was a young university student named Putra, who was along to practice his English. Wendra has been doing tours since 1989 and knows his stuff. Along with the standard information about plants and the culture, he would add in other strange and interesting tidbits. For instance, while walking on the path he stopped briefly to show us the effect of his cigarette on a certain pink flower. He put the burning end of the cigarette underneath one of the petals, whereupon it turned a brilliant blue. More than anything, for me, the trek was a lesson in botany. I saw first hand what cocao plants look like, where betel juice comes from, and how coffee and cinnamon is grown.

We couldn't have asked for greater company with the four other tourists that joined us. Terry and Rachel, from Lester, UK, had been traveling through India before flying to Indonesia. From what I could gather, over the last few years they had been getting tired of the 9-5 lifestyle and slowly but surely severed their attachments to it and have been traveling on and off ever since. Silka hails from Germany and since October has been traveling through India and Indonesia. She became our trusted doctor through the adventure, always at the ready with her first-aid kit. After Wendra removed three nasty "bloedzuikers" from my leg, she swooped in with the antiseptic salve and this German miracle spray which closes up wounds. Always with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face, she was a great companion. Last but not least there was Steve, a wisened traveler of around 40 years. He had been around in the hay-day of Thailand back in the early 80's, living for a long time on what was then a remote backpacker's haven: Ko Samui. From his stories it seems he really lived on the edge; at least three times he mentioned near-death experiences. After moving back to the states he worked in a traditional white-collar environment, unable to relate to most people, having had such colourful experiences abroad. Finding life in the States bland and tasteless, he took early retirement several years ago and hasn't looked back since. Now he lives in China and teaches English when he needs the money.

We stayed at the rustic but charming Anas Homestay where we were served up some delicious curried vegetables for supper and banana pancakes for breakfast. From the kitchen/restaurant we could see Lake Maninjau.

Before Bukittinggi, we spent almost two weeks around Lake Toba. According to Lonely Planet and reports from the aforementioned Steve, Toba used to be one of the biggest stops on the backpacker trail during the 80's and 90's. From what we hear, the fear of terrorism and tight visa regulations (what was once a free three-month visa is now a US $25 one-month visa) has spelled the demise of what was once a bustling tourist attraction. The great thing for backpackers is that all the infrastructure is there yet the crowds are not. At first this seemed great and we spent days marvelling at how we were almost the only people in our hotel. It became norm for us to be the only people in whatever restaurant we happened upon. However, it became depressing when we witnessed the desperation of some souvenir shop owners. One particular place just north of the main tourist town Tuk-Tuk, became known to us as the "Lane of Death." Even biking through, people would be hollering at us to come and look at their goods. When we eventually walked there to pick up some carvings we were grabbed by the hand and pulled into stores, the owners telling us how they would sell it cheap because there are no tourists. "I need money to buy rice" was commonly heard. At a certain point we just had to become assertive, which to us felt like being outright jerks, so we decided never to return. I don't think we took any photos, because it was just painful to be there. A little restaurant by the name of Poppy Fishfarm became our regular hang-out spot for dinner in Tuk-Tuk. His fish curry was so delicious we ordered it every night for almost a week. It definitely slides into my top-five best food experiences, along with El Pollo Loco in Mexico. Considering that I don't even like fish, that's saying something. It was only about $2 CAN to boot. It was there that we first tried Andaliman, a spice which is like no other. It really isn't spicy but rather numbs your mouth with an intense flavour that has no comparison. Apparently it only grows in and around Lake Toba. It is worth mentioning to people who plan to visit (and I recommend it) that some hotel rep will probably find you upon arrival and push you towards staying at their hotel in Tuk-Tuk. I would say that for a few nights Tuk-Tuk is great. It's full of shops, restaurants, hotels and places to rent motorbikes, but to get away from it all, check out Ambarita. There are a few places listed in the Lonely Planet for Ambarita and we picked one at random. The hotel was called Thyesza Hotel and it was a dream. We were right on the beach in a Batak-style house for only $2 a person a night. The family who owned it hadn't had a guest for weeks and as for foreigners, probably not for months. She took great care of us and made delicious food. The thing about Toba is that everything is on Tuk-Tuk and most people never leave it, so all the other great hotels along the island see no business.

The above shots are of us after our very first real motorbike experience. I had been on a motorbike once many years ago and Austin had never been, so more or less it was a virgin experience for us. As you can tell from our expressions, it was sensational. I can now begin to relate to all the multitudes of motorbike gangs and enthusiasts out there. It really is an exceptional way to travel. It's different from being in a car because you aren't separated from your environment by windows. Austin and I both agreed that this could be a passion of ours in the years to come. I can already see my mom cringing from miles away. All the effort she put into protecting me from such a dangerous hobby has been for naught. I think her heart is in the right place but maybe if she hopped on a bike she would think differently.

Austin happens to look stunningly dashing on a motorbike so I took many a photograph of him.



Anonymous said...

O Will, it was really nice ready your story and seeing the pictures... especially the one of the The ones I liked and LMAO were of you and Austin after your motorbike rides...that was the same look you had when you did ride years Anyways nice to here your stories and try and make them a little closer next time...Sound so nice there I wish, I am still not sure which places I like so far...well talk to soon
Aunt Sue

moeder said...

Hmmmm, your mama used to ride a moped to school back in the old country......I can relate a little to your "no windows and close to your environment experience"????

Julie said...

Hey Will,
Sounds like you're having loads of fun! The motorcycles...I'm jealous. And I'm even more jealous of the amazing hair you had after the thrilling motorbike ride. Looks gorgeous...relaxed and...nice. One day you'll have to teach me how to ride one! So guess what? You know how you're taking Math 31 over the summer...well I'm taking math 30 most likely in the summer. I think I want to get it out of the way for grade 12 year. It'll take a lot of stress off. So we can drive to summer school together woot woot! And Will, your pictures are really good. I think when you get back we should blow up some of your pictures from your trip and some of mine from Tobago and hang them up on the walls. I think it would look nice. Mom and I talked about it briefly. ANYway, talk to you soon. Mom and Dad are trying to figure out how to call you. Talk to you later!

Heaps of lub,

Bri said...

AHAHAH! That picture of you after you went motorcycling totally cracked me up.

Bri :)

Anonymous said...

Hello Will, I love the pictures and I love you. Be Safe.

Sandra said...

Will, I think I will have to help you scrapbook some of these amazing photos when you return!!

Will said...

Hey everyone,

Aunty Sue, I had a feeling you would like Suka, the rotty. Suka reminds me a lot of Zeke but just a bit smaller. Except for the oftentimes large amounts of slobber they produce, I quite like rottweilers. I do remember the first time I rode a bike with Tom. That was a lot of fun. I remember I was so happy when I got it into 3rd gear.

Dearest Moeder, do you have any photos of you in the old country with your moped?

Hey Julie, thanks for the comment on the photos. I'm glad you like them. I'm excited for us to be commuting to school together this summer. I'm not as thrilled about our destination...

Hey Bri, I'm glad you liked the photo. It really was a life altering experience.

Hey Oma, glad to hear from yóu! I love you too but I can't promise that I'll be safe!

Hey Sandra, a scrapbook might be a good way to keep a record of the journey. I have also thought about doing a book through Have you heard of it before?

-- Will