I made my first trip to Sumatera last week for Thanksgiving. It was really fun and so different from the atmosphere on the other islands. The fun started in Jakarta where I boarded my second plane without having to use a boarding pass or going through any type of security. My first plane from Solo had been delayed three hours, and when everyone deboarded in Jakarta, there was no one to direct us to the correct entrance to the airport. Everyone just kind of picked a direction and went for it. I ended up wandering down some long hallway that was glass on both sides. I could see the passenger waiting rooms, and I could see planes, but I couldn’t get to either one of them. Finally a guy chased me down and asked me where I was going, to which I replied, “Palembang.” He then escorted me to the door of the plane. No lines, no boarding pass, nothing. “Here’s your plane. Have a good flight.” So I got on the plane and found that my seat had been double-booked, but since I’m a girl, the guy had to get up, even though he had gotten there first. He may or may not have had to stand at the back of the plane the entire flight. I realized that I might actually not be on the correct flight, but it turned out that I was, which was kind of lucky.
When I arrived in Palembang, Dre had arranged to have me picked up by her ojek-driving friend Alem. Right when I walked out of the airport there he was waiting for me at the front with a sign that said something along the lines of, “Her Royal Majesty – Princess Erin.” Or something ridiculous like that. It was very fun. Alem took me directly to Dre’s house.
I got in Thursday night and we bummed around Palembang until Sunday night. On Friday, we got up kind of early and Dre had to take me to her school and show off her American friend so she’d be allowed to have the week off too. Her school is an enormous building that looks like a hotel and obviously has a lot more money than my school. Her headmistress took us out for lunch at this really expensive outdoorsy restaurant to try pindang and some other local food. It was really good and not all that irritating. Dre has a really awesome counterpart, Agus, who takes amazing care of her and makes sure people don’t irritate her too much. Agus also takes care of me when I’m around.
That night we met up with Eric, another ETA, and had dinner on the Musi River. They’re favorite restaurant is kind of on a boat on the river and overlooks this enormous bridge that’s all lit up with pretty colored lights. I guess usually things are pretty quiet, but I happened to come on the night of some enormous celebration that was supposed to draw tourists. The otherwise empty restaurant was packed, as was the city. There was a big stage set up within view of our table and one of Indonesia’s most famous bands was playing. At the end of the concert there were fireworks over the bridge and the river. It was a nice little free show. I wish I had had my camera, but I didn’t. It would be the first of many times on this trip.
The next day, we were supposed to see Dre’s school’s marching band perform at a mall, but we found out when we got there that every person in Palembang had thought the competition was on Saturday, but really, it was on Sunday. So we had Pizza Hut with Eric instead. We bummed around downtown (Palembang is not a pretty city) and then went back to Dre’s house to chill with the neighbors. Her neighbors are really sweet, awesome people who cook amazing food from Bengkulu. Java is a nice place to live, but they’re food is worthless compared to Sumateran food. Sunday was another day to lay around and that was also the day that I got to try Pempek. Pempek is made of sago and fish and compressed into balls and fried. Pempek is the biggest deal in Palembang, and everyone said that if I didn’t try it, I hadn’t really been to Palembang. I ate two pieces and decided that it was a tasty little snack, but should not be consumed in large quantities or too frequently. Which is exactly the way that Dre and Eric are forced to eat it.
Sunday night we caught a night train down to the city of Bandarlampung, which is the provincial capital of Lampung. This isn’t EuroRail night train stuff, this is about twenty steps below that, but we both took a Panadol night and knocked out. We woke up in Bandarlampung and got a shared car to the coastal town of Kalianda. Kalianda is the usual jumping off point for tours to Krakatau. There’s not much going on there, and the beach was disgusting, but it was a nice break from the congested air and rude people in Palembang.
We both really wanted to go to Krakatau, so we started scoping out prices and options. The hotel wanted $60 bucks a person, which is ridiculously expensive for Indonesia, so we thought we’d hop on over to Canti, a smaller fishing village just down the coast. We went down the next morning and went straight to the dock. A big, burly Indonesian police officer decided he’d help us arrange with some of the boat owners, but really, all he did was comment repeatedly on how we were traveling without a man. One guy offered to take us for about $150 for a charter boat that could hold up to 15 people, but since there was only two of us, it wasn’t exactly worth it. Frustrated and irritated, we walked down the road and went looking for a prettier place to hang out.
A couple men were standing on the street and started waving us over. They asked us where we wanted to go so we told them we wanted to go to the beach. Two women came out of the house and basically said, “here come through our yard, the beach is right here.” We were wondering if there was a catch, but there wasn’t. Just a beach. And a very nice beach at that. It overlooked a bunch of islands and had clear water and white sand. We sat around talking to the family for awhile, and when they excused themselves we went swimming and climbed some rocks. There were some men nearby and we didn’t want to be too scandalous, so we kept our rainjackets on over our bathing suits while we were playing. That’s why I’m not wearing pants in any of the pictures.
We had to head back to the dock afterwards to catch a ride back to Kalianda, and while we were there, one of the men said, “Oh yeah, I forgot. If you take a ferry to that island over there for ten cents, you can go to Krakatau from there for $50 for both of you.” Yes, I’m sure you forgot. The catch was that the ferry was leaving in a few minutes, so we had to rush back to Kalianda and grab our bags and rush back to Canti to catch the ferry. The ferry doesn’t go that often, so we were going to have to spend two nights on Pulau Sebesi, which is in between Sumatera and Krakatau.
On the ferry ride over, we found out that Sebesi has a population of about 2,000 people, and one of the sailors informed me that there was an expensive hotel, but a home-stay was a better option. Sebesi is kind of what I imagined Indonesia would be like. A couple tiny fishing villages spread out over an island with rattan huts in between, connected by dirt paths. One of the men took us to the home-stay, which ended up being the nicest part of our trip. A family of five cleared out a room for us, cooked us three meals a day, plus endless snacks of fried bananas, mango and sweet tea. We spent most of our time either reading in bed, or drinking hot tea on the front porch and watching the rain. It was like spending a recuperative weekend with your parents, only your parents don’t talk to you or bother you and only try to make you happy. Doesn’t that sound nice? The house didn’t have running water, and only had electricity after sunset until midnight. Did I mention the food was incredible? The mother and grandmother were such good cooks.
Wednesday morning, we got up bright and early to find our boat to Krakatau, but when we got to the dock, our guy was not there. What a schmuck. We wandered the village, looking for someone to take us, and ran into the owner of our ferry from the previous day. Turns out, he lived across the street from our home-stay. Once again, he offered to take us for $150, or said that a small boat could take us for $20, or we could wait for another ferry to come in which could take us for about $40. We said the small boat would be fine, but then we were told that the wind was too strong, for that, so we’d just have to wait until 2. So we waited until 2, but in the time that we were waiting we went swimming in a cove of mangroves (a mangrove cove) and walked around the island.
At 2 o’clock, the ferry hadn’t arrived yet, so we waited some more. When it finally arrived around 3:30, and we finally found the owner, he told us that he couldn’t take us because the sea was too rough. We begged and pleaded, but he wouldn’t take us. He showed me pictures of Krakatau on his phone and thought that should be enough to satisfy me. We sat there for a little while just hoping that he’d change his mind. He didn’t, but he ‘suddenly remembered’ that if you take an ojek to the other side of the island you have a beautiful clear view of Krakatau, weather permitting. We so said we’d do that. I’d come all that way and I needed to see it, even if it was from a distance. So the boat-owner, Chandra, and his friend, took us on their motorcycles to the other side of the island. Which ended up being an adventure all its own.
The tiny dirt paths that zigzag around the island had turned to mud paths from all the rain. Part of the way we were riding through water a couple inches deep. It was a rough and slippery ride, but it was so beautiful. The whole ride was right along the coast with palm trees on one side and the ocean on the other. We were mostly just riding through the jungle, but every once in awhile we’d pass a little rattan hut on stilts. We rounded on corner and there was Krakatau. It was enormous and beautiful and we had a perfect view, but we didn’t stop, because, according to the guys, there was an even better spot further on. So we kept riding, and it kept getting closer, and the view kept getting more beautiful. And then came a torrential downpour that obscured our view of Kraktau and made the roads almost completely impassable. We stopped for a couple minutes under an enormous tree that grew out over the sea. It was a fun spot to stop and would have made for great pictures if we hadn’t been afraid to ruin our cameras.
When the rain didn’t let up after fifteen minutes or so, we made a mad dash to a nearby hut. We sat in the front room of this old man’s house for about an hour, maybe more, drinking coffee and watching the rain come down. The sun set and all hope was lost of taking pictures of Krakatau. But at least we got to see it. The rain continued to pour, and by that time, it was completely dark out. The guys decided it was better to head back even though my driver wasn’t wearing a jacket, and it was going to be a wicked ride. The whole ride back, I kept thinking we were gonna wipe out, but we didn’t, although my driver shivered the entire time. Dre’s driver had to stop, cause a puddle splashed up and drenched his sparkplug. That took a while to fix. We finally made it back, and paid the guys way more than we’d promised them and then had dinner and went to bed.
We got up early the next morning (Thanksgiving!) to catch a ferry back to Sumatera. When we got our stuff packed and ready to leave, we asked our Ibu how much we owed her. She looked at us and laughed and said, “I don’t know, you’re our first guests.” She didn’t make a suggestion and didn’t count the money when we handed her what we thought was appropriate, so I hope it was ok.
The ferry ride back to Kalianda was rough, but not too bad. We caught a car back to Bandarlampung where Eric was waiting for us. He had stayed behind to teach that week, since he’d already been to Krakatau, but wanted to meet up with us to go to Way Kambas National Park, better known as the Elephant Place. We spent the night in Bandarlampung and had a humble dinner of chicken and French fries in a cafe for Thanksgiving. We did, however, go around the table and tell each other what we were thankful for, and we all got pretty sad, because we all missed our families.
The next day we headed to Way Kambas. Eric had arranged a tour package for us, which was nice, cause we didn’t have to deal with anything. A car took us directly to the park, minus an hour waiting while the car was being fixed. I had been feeling kind of headachey all day, but decided it was just dehydration. Our first stop was the Elephant Training Center. This place rescues elephants from circuses all over the world and gives them a nice place to live in the Sumateran jungle. They don’t get any funding from the government, so they train the elephants to do silly tricks and play soccer to help support the center. We were going to take an elephant trek through the jungle, but as soon as I got on the elephant I started feeling really, really sick. I made it about five minutes into the trek before I spiked a fever and my stomach exploded in five directions. I had to drag myself back to the office. Eric and Dre continued the trek, while I was drinking ginger tea and sleeping in the back of our car. It was really, really lame, but Dre bought me a cool Way Kambas shirt for my birthday to cheer me up.
After elephant trekking, we were taken to a guesthouse in the middle of the park where I slept, while Eric and Dre went on a hike. I basically slept the rest of the day and the entire night. I woke up Saturday morning feeling a lot better. My fever had gone away at least. We took a boat ride part-way through the jungle and then did a 2-hour hike. We were hoping to see elephants and rhinos, but we didn’t. We did, however, see tiger tracks, which was so exciting and cool. Sumateran tigers are super rare and are hardly ever seen, but seeing their paw prints in the mud was thrilling. We saw some gross leeches, got leeched, saw some birds and butterflies and then packed our stuff and headed back to Bandarlampung.
At nine that night, Dre and Eric caught the train back to Palembang, and I started my journey back to Ponorogo. This journey started at nine that night also. I had a seven hour bus ride (which included a ferry ride) from Bandarlampung back to Jakarta. I arrived in central Jakarta at 3:45 in the morning, and got a cab to the airport. I was at the airport from 4:30 until 11:30, during which time I slept for two hours in the middle of a crowd of people going on the Hajj. Then I had McDonald’s for breakfast and a Starbuck’s Toffee Nut Latte to kick off the holiday season. The flight from Jakarta to Solo was only about an hour. Then I caught an ojek from the airport to the bus station, rode a two-hour, unairconditioned, packed bus from Solo to Madiun, another one-hour bus from Madiun to Ponorogo, and then got an ojek from Ponorogo to the pesantren. It was exhausting, but it made me really glad to be back, especially because I came in right before sunset and the sun was reflecting very nicely off the rice paddies.
So, my birthday is in 6 days, which is very exciting for me. My birthday happens to fall on the Muslim holiday Idul Aadha. It’s a day of slaughtering goats and cows. I’m not sure why. No one will tell me. But it should be interesting.