1. Bali II

    It remained interesting until the very last day. We applied for our Australian working holiday visa too late, so we had to apply for the tourist visa, which is an online application which normally gets approved straight away, up to 24 hours max. Except if its the weekend. We applied on Friday, the flight left Monday noon, we got the visa 5 hours before the plane left. Apart from that we had some relaxing last days couchsurfing.

     
  2. Bali I

    We didn’t get along with our diving teacher in Bangka to well, so one day we just left head over heels to hitch three days non-stop towards Makassar to fetch the ferry that goes only twice a week. Meanwhile we looked for a new diving school and we found one in Bali where we finished our Divemaster in a pool.

     
  3. Bangka II

    Our Divemaster schedule for a month: getting up at 6, preparing the gear for all the guests, breakfast, two amazing dives, lunch, another dive, storing the gear again, dinner, nothing else to do because apart from reef there’s only¬† jungle and we don’t get along with our teacher and her husband, who are the owner’s and way too often the only other people around, sleep.

     
  4. Bangka I

    To learn diving we choose a really remote resort on the island of Bangka. There are three ferries going to a different village each. We took a wrong one and asked on the boat if there were roads connecting them, and were told there’s a good one. Only problem is that the indonesian word “jalan” can mean anything from path to highway. In this case it meant something you don’t really need a machete for. After an hour it went dark and we continued another two hours through the jungle with one flashlight until we around at the other village. From there it was supposedly easy, but after another hour in the dark we gave up (100m before we would have arrived) and returned to the village where we were invited by the guy who would normally bring guests to the resort by boat. Because of his job, he could afford the biggest and flashiest speakers for karaoke in the whole village.

     
  5. Manado IV

    Right after our credit card got stolen, we sent a new one to Manado, which should supposedly have taken three to four weeks. After six weeks we went to the post office and asked for its whereabouts. We went into the room behind the counters, where there were about ten people, all except maybe two chatting and playing on phones, in front of a huge “disiplin!” Poster. We were informed that it normally takes about two months to ship a letter from Jakarta to Manado.

     
  6. Manado III

    One evening, our host sent his little cousin with his scooter to his uncle to buy some cap tikus - literally rat brand, eg home distilled liquor - from him. We then sat in a big group on the veranda of the squat, while one guy was making sure everyone got their turn with the single shot glass.

     
  7. Manado II

    The punks we hitched with gave us an amazing tip about a cool squat in manado. The house was directly at the sea with beautiful sunsets and always really lively. We still needed our tent though, so many mosquitoes!

     
  8. Manado I

    Our couchsurfing host in manado was a tour organizer and hitchhiker. When he told us about his hitch-inspiration, we realized again how small this world is: “there was this guy from switzerland who hitched all around the world and he had his first tattoo made in my friend’s studio, a little globe. ” “wait a minute, you’re not talking about carlos by any chance?” “yes, you know him?”

     
  9. Banggai II

    Since we left only in the afternoon with a quite shaky longboat, we didn’t reach the village in the sea before darkness, but our drivers knew of a fisher’s hut close to an island on the way. Next day we would reach our destination, about ten houses linked with wooden planks. The sea was only about two to three meters deep there, but the next island more than half an hour away.

     
  10. Banggai I

    One of our main goals in Indonesia was was to meet Orang Bajo, a nomadic seafaring people. Since a lot of them live in settlements now, we just went to one without any clue what actually to do there. As usual, things took their own course and we got invited once it got close to darkness. Sadly, no one knew anyone who still lives in the traditional ways, but they told us about a village in the sea, far away from every island around.