I rented a mountain bike and was full of energy. After doing a lot of nothing this is a great way to do some sport and finally leaving the property of the cottages. The sun was burning and I was dealing with the gear trying to get both sides at the same level, which did not work in the end. A scooter was passing and I went as far to the right as I could, we passed each other closely, that was weird I was thinking. After a few seconds I realized, stupid me stupid tourist yes, riding on the bike felt as at home, but the traffic is on the left side of the road here, remember! So I continued on the right side.. the left side it is. It was a beautiful scenery, small houses, children playing, parents sitting in front of their houses, the lake, rice fields, roasters roaring, busy fishermen.. it was all so friendly. After a rest and some water I cycled for about 3 hours and then returned home. Home is where my backpack is for now. Met a lovely man from Vancouver Stuart and a guy who is living in Jakarta from Perth, Simon. That night there was some traditional music and we all had a good chat with our Spanish friends. The next day it was raining Tuesday so I spent some time on the internet using Skype. That was great to finally catch up with some friends and my mom. The next day I have rented a scooter with a French guy Simon. Always loving the French for their accent in English! We went a long way to the other side of the island, to a viewing point. Indonesian people always have a funny way of expressing themselves when it comes down to traffic or travel. The 3 kilometer they implied was in real life about an hour drive. So in the end Simon and I were driving back in rain and darkness. This time I could control the speed and actually I was pretty good at it! It is a huge island and so beautiful. I so much enjoyed my stay here. But it was time to move on. Together with Australian Simon I left the following morning at 07.30 with the ferry. From mainland we had a fast taxi to the airport of Medan. I bought a ticket with a connecting flight from Jakarta to Denpasar (one hour transit time). Simon arranged we could sit in the luxury lounge so we ate and drank some and I notified a friend of my parents that I would arrive around 20.40 at Denpasar. At that time our flight to Jakarta was late, very late. More than half an hour. I said to myself, let’s accept everything as it is and not to worry or as Simon said all day, because you could always expect the unexpected, ‘Inshallah’ , so Inshallah it was. We arrived at 17.45 and my next plane left at 18.00. I walked to the staff on the airport and they told me they would arrange a transit bus for all the transfer passengers. We all had to wait downstairs. There were about 3 guys with walkie talkies. But after 15 minutes of waiting, seeing my plane leaving, they said in a minute, in a minute. Aha, yes yes. After half an hour or so, the bus came to get us. We entered and sat down, after 5 minutes we drove exactly the same way back again, passed the point where we waited and in a few seconds we were on our destination. Speaking about efficiency and Indonesian way of working… again Inshallah. I finally got to the gate and they were surprised, yes yes no the plan left. So get me on the next plane. Then I was sent to the 24 hours service of Lyon Air, and waited for about an hour. That hour I was hungry, tired, angry, feeling alone, wondering where my backpack would be without me, again angry because I paid a lot of money and now I was stuck at Jakarta. One of those moments.. everybody seem to be busy but nobody kept me posted about my status. Finally I was booked for the next flight at 20.40 so I would arrive at Bali at 23.45. It all did not matter as long as I got to Denpasar.. I stayed my first two nights at a friend of my parents house which was beautiful. Bali is very different compared to Sumatra, in so many ways..
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