Depart Lubuklinggau on bus at 3pm Monday, with 16 hours ahead of us before the next stop… Pekanbaru. Early morning at the bus terminal in Pekanbaru is not an attractive sight, and neither are we. Another 3 hours wait, and crammed into the back of a 4WD we head off with a maniac driver for the port of Dumai. A treacherous 5 hours later, bumped, bruised and broken, we lodge at the Grand Zuri Hotel, a veritable oasis amidst the industrialised Dumai.
Dumai port is ship laden, oil slicked, fume choked and busy (in an Indonesian kind of way). Nestled amidst the sea going tankers is the Melaka ferry terminal. Sadly, we have to leave Indonesia and continue our ambassadorial duties in Malaysia, and after a 150 klm bus ride from Melaka to KL Sentral, will find our way to Uncle Bert’s place.
Farewell Indonesia. We trust you enjoyed our company for the last 2 weeks.
Well are you two the smelliest pair of ambasidors then. After your description of your cramped journey I can only imagine the pungentness! Phew! Fingers on my nose clamped tightly
There is no doubt about you Mark. After reading the logs I am glad I am here in Aussie land suffering idiot Pollies and dreadful drivers. It sounds like the standard of those far outstrip the same in your travels. Makes me want to stay home. Glad to read though. So keep it coming. If you are not doing anything next sat you are both invited to a surprise party here at home. I just know you’ll turn around and come back for that!! Not! Johan lets hear from you. ! Mark is always so negative. Tell us something good!!