The noisy mosque in Berau |
First we left Pulau Derawan by speedboat, a 30 minute
journey followed by 3 hours in a kijang
to Berau which seemed to pass painfully slowly.
Once we arrived in Berau we all checked into the same
hotel. Paul and I opted for the deluxe room
but all this meant was that we had a window which wouldn’t shut. Unfortunately this also meant that we heard
the call to prayer loud and clear from the mosque about 50 metres down the road
which on occasion had to compete with some kind of Indonesian rave music played
by the people next door.
We all spent a little time on the internet as we had been off
the radar for a week so it was a quick catch up of emails and Facebook before
heading out to grab some dinner which turned out to be easier said than
done. Indonesians must eat quite late because
when we were wandering the streets at around 7.00pm no warung we stopped at was serving food.
We eventually came across a very western style café which
was advertising latte coffee and pastries.
We first tried to ask whether they served any food apart from the cakes
on offer and they solemnly shook their heads.
When we then tried to ask, this time using very stilted Indonesian (and
a lot of hand signals) where there was somewhere we could find food and they
enthusiastically conjured up a full menu.
I still can’t quite fathom what occurred but they did indeed serve food (although this fact wasn’t advertised) and we all ended up ordering something which
vaguely resembled a cheeseburger and some fries.
The next morning Boris and Léa caught the same flight as us to
Balikpapan and from there they were boarding a connecting flight to Makassar 2
hours later. We had a 4 hour stopover
before our flight to Palu so we were able to have one last meal with them
before we parted company.
Our hut at Marina Cottages, Ampana |
Boris and Léa were meeting her sisters in Bali around the
same time as us but they were undecided as to where to spend the time. We were headed to Tulamben on the north east
coast, good diving for Paul and far enough away from the marauding Australians
getting blind drunk in Kuta. Boris and Léa
were leaning towards the Gili Islands but Tulamben also appealed but Emily had
told us it was a 5 hour transfer there from the airport. We therefore had strict instructions to email
with details of the drive from the airport to Tulamben on the east coast of
Bali. If it was 3 hours or less it was possible
we would meet with them again, but if the journey was longer they would skip it
and head straight to the Gili Islands.
That is what the internet is good for when you are travelling; up to the minute information from people on
the road!
After bidding farewell to our Swiss friends we spent our
remaining 2 hour wait in a coffee shop before it was time for us to catch the
45 minute flight to Palu. When we
arrived in Palu there was a worrying moment as we waited for our luggage but
Paul’s backpack eventually materialised as the last one on the conveyor
belt. We then took a taxi to the hotel
we had booked in the centre of town. The
hotel was rather nice (all marble floors and hot and cold running water) and
way above our usual budget but options in Palu were limited. It was the sort of hotel that we suspect had
we wandered in off the street we would have been informed that regrettably there were no rooms
available but as we had already booked and paid online they had no choice but
to accommodate us.
At this stage in our trip we are beginning to look very scruffy and a bit rough around the edges!
At this stage in our trip we are beginning to look very scruffy and a bit rough around the edges!
The yellow boat - our transport to Bomba |
We had already booked ahead our accommodation at Island
Retreat resort near Bomba on Pulau Batudaka in the Togeans and Sylvie, the
Californian who runs the place, had arranged for our transport from Palu which
involves a 10 to 12 hour car drive to Ampana, overnight in Ampana and then
early ferry to Bomba and local boat to the resort.
We set out at 5.30am from Palu on the long and arduous car journey which
takes you east through mountains for part of the trip and then the
part of it follows the coast from Poso to Ampana.
The scenery is stunning and as you wind your way through the mountain
roads you pass above forests of coconut palms one minute and then for the next
hour or two you are travelling on long straight roads through rice paddies with
the mountains on the far side and the sea just visible on the other.
The mountain villages we passed through were either Muslim or
Christian but we noticed that some of the houses had a little cemetery built in
the front yard consisting of several structures which looked a like shrines or
altars similar to the the spirit houses we had seen throughout Vietnam and
Cambodia. There were usually about half
a dozen of these structures of varying sizes and they were enclosed by a high
wall. Some of them were very plain and made
out of wood, but some were far more elaborate painted in all colours across the
spectrum, and a few were incredibly ornate and carefully decorated in shimmering
metallic paint.
The houses themselves were mainly one storey wooden houses
painted a variety of mainly pastel colours (pink, yellow, blue, purple), all with painted (usually a contrasting colour) wooden frames and a veranda out front.
The coastal scenery was also stunning. It really was an interesting and pretty road trip but about 9 hours too long.
The coastal scenery was also stunning. It really was an interesting and pretty road trip but about 9 hours too long.
And the roads are patchy to say the least. In places there are tarmacked roads in relatively
good condition but every so often the tarmac simply stops and the driver has to
negotiate his way on dirt track for a considerable distance. We can only assume that in the rainy season
the relentless downpours cause damage to the roads. Our driver was fairly good and drove quite
slowly but you can’t account for all the other nutters on the road as well as
random goats and chickens wandering into the middle of the road causing hazards
left right and centre.
A cat up a palm tree - not an everyday sight |
We were therefore relieved to get to Ampana after 11 hour
trip (our driver stopped 3 times) to stay overnight at one of the lovely little
wooden cottages in Marina Cottages on the beach next to the pier where we were
due to catch the ferry to Bomba the following morning.
Our wooden hut at Marina Cottages was on the pebbly beach overlooking
the sea and we had a warm shower and air conditioning. We made the most of these facilities during
our short one night stay and we were very glad we did. We didn't realise that this was the last time we would have access to running water and mains electricity for a while.
When we arrived at Marina Cottages, we were told that Sylvie from Island
Retreat was actually over from Bomba catching up on her emails and when we
caught up with her she offered to take us straight to Island Retreat on her own
boat the next day instead of taking the public ferry. This saved us a little money and
hassle as we would not have the hassle of getting a local boat from Bomba to
Island Retreat. Although we left later
than planned, we chilled out around Marina Cottages and once we arrived at
Island Retreat we were able to begin 7 days of serious relaxation immediately.
So after a refreshing night's sleep in our beachside cottage, we set off at about 1.00pm in Sylvie's little yellow boat. The 2 hour journey from Ampana was noisy and a little damp
from sea spray but we saw dozens of flying fish on the way. They are amazing little creatures that look
like birds when you first glimpse them but as you follow their flight path and
they eventually splash into the water you realise that they are actually
fish. They can travel a really long way
over the sea and change direction at will.
They kept us amused on the 2 hour trip.
The amazingly clear waters at Ampana |
All this travelling was uneventful but it took time. Looking back, it’s amazing that all went to
plan particularly when travelling around Indonesia is such a lottery subject to
Indonesian time (very unreliable and often dependent upon the bus driver, taxi driver,
boat skipper having one last stint on the karaoke - I kid you not as we know ferries
have been delayed for hours on this basis), and Indonesian timetables (subject
to constant change without notice).
The time and effort it takes to get around Indonesia was
beginning to take its toll on us. We are
not sure whether we would have found it so difficult had Indonesia been near
the beginning of our trip and therefore when we would have had more time and
energy but everyone we have met agrees that travelling around this vast country
of 17,000 islands takes patience and, depending where you are travelling to and
from, considerable determination. So near
to the end of our trip, 3 days travelling does seem a waste of time but we had
the required determination and believed it would be worth the effort and we had
been warned!
And when they say it takes determination to get to the
Togean Islands, that is not an exaggeration.
When we finally arrived at Island Retreat on Pulau Batudaka it was about
3.00pm and after the 3 long days it had taken us to
get here from Pulau Derawan we were absolutely worn out and looking forward to
stopping in one place for a while.
The plan was for Paul would do some diving and snorkelling,
for me to do some reading and snorkelling, and for the rest of the time to just
chill out and do nothing much else.
We were definitely ready for a bit of that.
In places there are tarmacked roads in relatively good condition but every so often the tarmac simply stops and the driver has to negotiate his way on dirt track for a considerable distance.
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