H&M fury, The Andorran and a new objective

Trip Start Sep 18, 2010
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Trip End Jul 27, 2011


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Where I stayed
Korina Hotel Bajawa
Read my review - 2/5 stars
What I did
Mataloko Market
Luba village
Bena village

Flag of Indonesia  , East Nusa Tenggara,
Friday, May 6, 2011

We take a 'travelcar' from Labuan Bajo via Ruteng to Bajawa. That’s essentially a mini bus. I don’t do well with serpentines. When I manage to keep my eyes open, the scenery is suuuuuuper pretty. Impossibly green hills and thick jungle covered mountains, massive bamboos, palms and other large fairytale-like trees. Lushness all around. Trucks stuffed with people, inside, on roofs and hanging from the back. Goats tied to another vehicle’s roof. Well fed cows with white bottoms look as if they are mooning everyone. Soccer fields with kids playing between grazing goats and pigs. Laundry being hung out to dry on bushes. As per the usual driving style here, our travelcar goes at a crazy speed through curves and over hills. Sitting still is impossible with the potholes we dodge around and fly over.

That travelcar is where we meet our new Andorran travel mate Marc. I had forgotten that this country even exists. Andorra: Add to travel list. Marc gets a taste of the "H&M fury" when we fight with the bus driver who attempts to drop us outside of Bajawa where a half dozen motor-taxis swarm the bus. 20 minutes of arguing, being told that the road is too narrow for the bus and the hotel on other side of town, we yell and threaten our way to make the driver go to where we paid to get to. Not that anyone understands what we are yelling, but it works. In the end that ride took a whole of 5 minutes. We are disappointed and tired of the constant scam attempts and lying, giving Indonesian people a bad reputation. Very different from the CS people we met in Jakarta and Jogyajarta.

At our Hotel Korina the shower doesn’t work, so a cold mandi it is. Brrrrrr – Bajawa is higher up and cool, so this is a bit painful, not refreshing like it would be in other cities. My new personal travel objective becomes to be ok cleaning myself with cold water in cold climates.

Marc, like us, has been traveling for about 7 months and is mentally getting ready to return. He picked up a good bit of Bahasa Indonesia in his time here, so we make a good team. He is really open-minded and interested in locals, constantly chit-chatting his way around. Which comes in handy for us, and makes for nice experiences for him. Guess we should learn something from him. Our bitchy business attitude and deal making however gets him some deals in return. Team-work at its best ;)

We see the local market of Mataloko, tribes villages of Luba and Bena and accomplish a new low in toilet hygiene standards. I skip another volcano hike, because I am suddenly nauseous and dizzy. At the hotel I pass out until I have to get up to unlock the door for Manu and Marc. Manu feels similarly drained. Could these just be symptoms of being over-traveled and experiencing comfort withdrawal?

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