Our stay at the Mehelia Beach Inn was only for one night, our host had told us he would organise a beemo from the Inn at 9.15 in the morning. At breakfast he again confirmed our departure time. Around ten I went find him to check on our now late transport. He made a phone call then went of on his motorbike saying he would go and find something for us. At 10.30 I spoke with his wife who phoned him to see what was going on. She passed the phone to me and he suggested that maybe we meet him in town and wait together. It was about four k's to where he was which was some sort of government compound
. We arrived at the compound only to find that our host was in a meeting, he came out and asked us to wait in the compound. After about 40 minutes our ride finally arrived. The trip to Bajawa was short in distance only. It was very steep with magnificent views of the volcano which dominated the local geography. The little beemo struggled up the incline but eventually it deposited us in Bajawa. We cycled around about thinking we would stay at the highly recommended and wonderfully named Happy Happy Hotel however the location of the Edelweiss Hotel appealed as it was adjacent to two reasonable restaurants and we were yet to eat lunch. We decided we would have lunch in one and dinner in the other. Lunch was delicious including a very nice fruit smoothie.
I had anticipated staying two nights in Bajawa however Rob was keen to keep moving. We discussed cycling about 60 k's the next day to a town that apparently had a guest house then complete the remaining 60 odd k's to Ende the next day. I spent some time on the map my ride website which indicated that the 120 k's to Ende was easily doable as the website info indicated an even better downhill ride than the previous one from Ruteng. Having settled that we elected to adjourn to the other restaurant for an early Bintang then have relatively early meal then retire to bed. The restaurant was completely empty, so we settled in. We noticed two tables had reservation notices on them so we knew they were in for a large crowd that night
. Whilst speaking to Bernice on Skype a number of vehicles arrived and within a flash the restaurant was filled and we still hadn't ordered. That's ok we had all night. The restaurant was set back off the street and all the vehicles had parked on the forecourt at the front of the building. After sometime I was convinced I could here a pig squealing. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I ventured out side to find out what was happening. It was dark by now and two gentleman were standing beside one of the cars, it was from this point the pig squealing was coming from. I assumed the pig was tied to the car for some reason. We had seen plenty of animal mistreatment especially involving pigs over the journey, but also chooks, goats and cattle. I put this down to another example of it, but it was unusual as we were in a town precinct and most of the other cases had been out in the countryside. After a while the squealing became much more distressing to the point that I and another lady in the big group that were sitting at the reserved table got up to see if we could do something for it. I got to the car just in time to see one of the men dispatch it with a rather large machete, leaving blood all over the footpath. I went back in to order my meal, I had had the pork at lunch time.
I forgot to mention about one of the stranger sights we have seen on our travels (and there have been a few). The day we had the epic downhill ride it was steamy hot but the air moving over us kept his cool, but we could not help but wonder about the guy standing at the side of the road as we zoomed past dressed in a 3/4 length down ski jacket.