Here I have the choice, to order my food on an American side or an Indonesian side of a cafeteria.
Are you crazy?
Why would I want bland American food, cooked by an Indonesian cook with local products anyway?
No, no, I was in heaven, eating great varied food with my Indonesian friends.
Even rice, omelet with sambal for breakfast!!
That is the disappointing part of the whole stay.
How do you treat foreigners that come to your country and might feel homesick, or just sick?
You feed them the same thing every meal... little steak, little round potatoes, little carrots, and pineapple and papaya fruit plate for dessert (fruits were great, but always the same).
At least it was not pizza or hamburger.
But everything taste Indonesian with lots of sambal asli or sambal lombok.
Here we are in Indonesia, and what a great sight to see a Canadian Dash-8. What a reassuring sight after seeing some of the cookoos that we often see around.
Until we board the plane and notice that the first few rows are removed and replaced with cargo attached to the floor using huge nets!
Hopefully, there were no goats or anything...
Called for a cab to get to town.
Here comes a small motocycle.
We negotiate the price.
He hands me a helmut and here we go.
What a ride. The road is bad, the suspension is worst, trying to hang on and not fall off the 'cab'.
But, what a ride. Lots of fun. Really the way to see the place.
The biggest danger around is to be eaten alive in your sleep by wall-celling-climbing, flesh eating 6 feet long geckos (no, really 6 inches).