Although I had been told that today would be worse than yesterday, I sure hoped not. We got up early from our amazing hotel and were driven to the port, leaving the equator and heading south. The guy driving us decided to put Indonesian rave music on full blast which was basically arabic music with a beat, it was cheesy but addictive. We weaved our way through scooter Central and arrived at the port.
This wasn't a Southampton of this world it was more like a scene from titanic, people everywhere, bags and cargo being launched onto the top of the boat. I wondered where everyone was going to sit as it was a medium sized trawler. Being Beulah we were stared and giggled at, in the nicest possible way. The photo will be of TSL mascot with a local stall holder.
We were showed into the VIP area which consisted of an aircraft type setup with seats and aircon and settled in for the next 8 hours. I read and slept and it was pleasant. Rebecca and I made a short trip outside onto the deck to enjoy the sunshine mid journey.
If I thought the starting port was hectic I had another thing coming, they made a ramp from a piece of wood then slide the bags down it. Each man for themselves spotting your bag, grabbing and then trying to escape the mob of people. We met Lisa and Noel the facilitators and were driven to the house.
It's lovely, tiled floors but no shower, just a Mandy, which is a bath looking thing that you get the water out of and splash over you. To get running water you switch a pump on head to the sink outside. The toilet is a squat one but I am sure I will get used to it soon. An early night followed but failed quickly it's so hard to sleep in this heat, it doesn't drop nearly as much as Matang even though it's more coastal.
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