Day 62 - On the move - 24hrs of Transport

It was an early start this morning as we had to have our bags ready at 6.30 so they could take them to the dock, they then came back to collect us. I was sad to be leaving Ketapang. This place has been my home for three weeks, the locals make you feel so welcome and the customs and traditions for etiquette should be installed at home. These things include when shaking someone's hand you then put your hand to your heart afterwards. If someone is sat on the floor which is most of the time here, and someone walks past it is customary for them to lower their body and arm below that of the persons heart on the floor. 

After a short drive taking in the last of the sights and smells of this wonderful place we arrived at the port. The same early morning hustle and bustle greeted us. It wasn't nearly as daunting as the journey here and I was looking forward to sitting up on the deck. After a short snooze I headed out onto deck for a few hours before returning to the blissful cold of the air conditioned cabin. After 8 hours we were pulling into Pontianak port. We past a massive barge carrying half a forest, the result of deforestation and bringing home the reality of why we are here. 

Upon docking the madness ensued. Bags being launched off the boat scrambling to seize your own. We were then whisked into our waiting taxis and headed for a hotel where we would sit in reception until it was time for the bus. Pontianak doesn't have the same feel as Ketapang, there is an air of unease. I am not sure I would walk alone at night round here like I would there. A few scantily clad woman were in and out of the lift in the hotel it was a little bit seedy to say the least but it was a base for a few hours. We ventured out to Pizza Hut where I overdosed on carbs and dairy till I felt sick. Although we have been fed well I haven't felt full like this for a month. 

After another few hours and a quick FaceTime to the parents it was time to head to the bus station. The taxi driver put on the Indonesian rave songs and we all danced in the back seat creating what we have affectionately named the bridge building routine. Moves based on the tools we have been using. It is hilarious and I would be happy to demonstrate upon my return home :) 

We had time for a quick fluid refill at the bus station before boarding our luxury bus. The seats were massive we were each given a pillow and blanket like on a plane. I settled down and within seconds I was asleep. I slept on and off for the next few hours until I was awoken by Kristi at the boarder. It was 5am I barely knew my arse from my elbow. As we queued we were told that when the gates opened we had to run. There were hundreds of people and the thought was quite daunting in my current state. It didn't help it was chucking it down so the ground was slippery. The time came and it was every man for themselves. We pushed and shoved and ran like our lives depended on it. It paid off and we were front of the queue.

After another few hours and some more sleep we arrived back in Kuching where Leo was there to collect us and return us to Basaga. It was now 10am so I will continue this day on the next post.....