After spending nights in bus and various means of transport and possible, and, after past x Pagandaran areas destroyed by zunami '04 and '06 ... after climbing the Bromo volcano and through the mangrove jungle with a boat of a fisherman who had nn idea of \u200b\u200bwhat we wanted from him, until you get to the beautiful Royal Palace "Jodgia (Yogakarta), stunned and incredulous I wake up in Jakarta, the capital of ' Indonesia and the main city of the island of Java ... all members of the crew are okay to continue at a time of Sumatra and four hours after we embarked on one of fattiscenti ferry that sometimes sink without special reasons to be now if those Nos carts sea. I enjoy the crossing and I feel like Christopher Columbus or Marco Polo, in my small way I have never traveled beyond certain limits, beyond what guidebooks or internet could provide me on this trip ... I was following the my inseparable Lonely Planet, but the information could give pointers to the main attractions that I could find in one place, were obviously less transport of people and I would have to meet to reach those goals. I often found myself thinking about how to live from day to travel at night I could still afford to enjoy the things I saw and never be tired to find out .... my eyes could not miss a second of quell'intemrinabile bustle of life which were so different around me. While leaning against the railing of the ferry that had been thought of as a huge jump from Java to Bali talking about cultural differences, I was already imagining what I could see in Sumatra. A ship in front of me carrying the inscription "We love Indonesia," I think it was then that I realized how much you really love a place x able to find whatever your level. By level of course I mean how much time, money, sacrifice and skill we have to spend x to touch his heart ... to live what people living in that place every day and understand what it means to live. Just off the boat, a new world to us ... assaulted people shouting and gesticulating trying to get you in their van, bus, motorcycle or wagons with the horses ... no one who understands our language, in five people spoke 8 languages \u200b\u200bCIRG No different was no way to explain .... we wanted to go north to Medan and their looked at us as if we wanted to go to Mars .... arrived in groups of 5 or 6 confident of being able to carry anywhere, and just ran away we gave the destination as we were crazy. The tension in the group is made up and after we bring in an internet point (or so the kimono), 3 of 5 members decide to leave .... nn knowing how to move from the port, unable to communicate with the constant preoccupation of conditions that lived around us, ranging from naked people milling around the street to vehicles with incredible black smoke all over that .... people trying to get by and curious about us approached but without being able to make a real x help out of our quagmire .... Massimo Romeo and Nancy share x Jakarta gift of a good bye nn lasted more than a minute. Siren and I decide to stay, she confesses that she would never have done if nn nn fossestato someone with the balls next to her ... ... I smile and pretend to have balls .... I swear if avercene first I thought a little ... at that time had retreated into hibernation strTo under a polar ice thousands of years ...
When a motorcycle taxi driver offered to take us to the bus terminal muttering two words of English, I was the happiest man in the world ... when after 5 minutes of motion has dropped in front of home a His friend who he said was the controller of the bus and asked us to come to his house .... I was going to faint. We were in the middle of nowhere, along a main road, do not know who's house after a day and a half of transfers .... I was exhausted. The more this character tries to put us at ease and relaxed and more nervous and I nn I trusted him ... I felt like my ex when we fight and I said, "but the calm" and she answered me even more angry I said that more and more to calm her angry, she did not even know why No, but that was it. A few minutes later I look around, there's just him, a man in his fifties, his two young daughters and his wife ... all perfectly aware that we were nn at ease ... I finally asked if I want to shower and if we eat, we accept. "The bus comes here before" he said smiling, "... around 2-3pm or 4 or 9 ".... I wanted to kill ex .... I am going to take a shower to calm down .... I was struggling with my limit .... I can change my life in a second, I can go halfway around the world and rebuild a life with every city that I stop, I can surf on the waves that kill you and live in a van with 4 other people in the desert ... but when I arrive in a place that I know and nn nn is a sign, a sign that speaks to me a qlcno, an information ... no nothing ... a writing on the wall, a design icon that tells me that I am pursuing is the right direction ... I I go crazy. For the first time in my life I was experiencing the third world. Here you have to entrust the people, the sensations you feel when you meet them ... that you show them x impress .... after 4 hours waiting at home for these people and after playing with the three young daughters and ate a wonderful lunch, after I washed with well water that was in the center room and slept in their bed ... Sirena asks me to leave. "Unfounded Alberto if we return to Bali we can still do many things we have here nn safeties, maybe get a bus that will arrive in Medan after two days ... must as be here three hours ago ... No I take it anymore ... " I watched the girls play with nothing ... a bottle of water becomes their playstation and a string becomes a barbie .... look into your eyes and try to understand this man what he wants from us ... after my umpteenth request regardless of the time would come when the bus .... he worried I replied that it certainly would be there in minutes ... "you have the right to see our country" ... he says seriously. I look at Siren, I thoughtfully Sun beds on my backpack, and I am convinced that they have no reason to make fun of us ...." Sire ... wait another hour, we'll still be the last time x ship back in java .... another hour and then go back, I'll give it a chance first xsone with whom we come in contact since we were here. "
20 minutes after we were thanking the man and his family and getting on the bus for 48 hours in economy that would have brought up throughout Sumatra to Medan. At that moment I realized how I had to think about that place in the world at that moment I realized that x All my life I feel guilty for having treated with indifference someone who really tried to help me.
What flowed out of those windows flickering was something incredible, rolling hills and jungle roads alternated with water in the middle of towns or villages super hyper chaotic and polluted. The terrible potholes slow us down greatly, so that the media were 100km in 4 hours when it was strong ... at least for the moment the seats could recline and stretch your legs. First stop the endless night: 5 new people climb on board, 1 goat, 2 chickens, 1 motorcycle, 15 sacks of rice and a dozen cartoons nn identified. Next to us a young girl with her grandfather, always smiling and happy. All around the world far and unimaginable now. 7 o'clock in the morning, after an endless night of sleep and x-stop repairs to the bus, drink, pray and whatever ... my sweet awakening takes place it under the sound of a rooster singing place him under our seats .... had decided it was time to wake up ... and the place x to make it known to the world was my seat .... No I have not even looked up, I just turned to Sirena ... had tears of laughter ... and after a night in which I had metabolized, lonely, nervous and sense of responsibility .... I did one of those laughs with whom you shook off the weight of everything and accept your new happy state of part of it. I was there, lying down and covered with a towel, watching the sunrise out the window and enjoying a bad thing to sit back and unparalleled nn .... but I had the courage to speak, there were children everywhere and they were smiling but exhausted, everyone who ate rice and peanuts, and no one ever complained about .. .. I never heard a baby crying in the whole trip, I could be the first nn although sometimes bitter wanted to cry. Just after the end of the second day I realized that I was doing that day Ramadhan ... No one ever stopped xchè almost no one eats or drinks at night and 3000 different stops. The bus also begins to fill and a stop sign appears even a bench placed along the corridor, where they were going to sit the losers of the auction. The owner of the bus, nn has done nothing but people on board and take a competition to see who could pay more x sit ... it was a massacre. With we nn has not even tried but it has taken qlsiasi ability to recline the seat .... for a mother with her two children and his sack of rice was a bit different. A richest family, sat in front of her in what was once his place, even with their children now enjoyed those ten cents in more than € otuto have to pay. She has remained there with his two sons sille knees and your back straight that night and a day .... always cared for change at every stop. Her gold earrings and Danelli made me understand how to value a person in their society, she had tried ... but it was enough to make nn place in the bus. I looked at her and gave qlcsa feed their children, she has never accepted nn nothing but always with a smile. In my diary entry she called "mom dignity."
After 55 hours of bus and forecasting to make 9 more to reach their destination, I nn take it anymore and I want to remove, the only person who spoke English in the bus made us realize where we decide that we go down and will continue by other means towards the volcano Berstaggi or Lake Toba. My ass is flat as a plasma TV next generation of lean and have a black powder smog and humanity that I have past him, never Stao so dirty in my life, but it also says do this part of the adventure. We welcome people from that bus and let us take photos up photos from their phones, they were so happy to have met us and I was glad to have met them. The decision must be quick, I'm x Lake, Siren x is the volcano .... I point my feet and after a little quarrel we go to the lake. After the now famous 55 hours du bus, 3 microvan and a ship, before finally back to my world .... I do so without anxiety to get there, but when I crossed the threshold of the bathroom with hot shower at the resort 4 stars well-paid 10 euro to night ... I want to wash away that layer of black .... and incredible I do, relive all the emotions and images that I saw reminded me, today there are frames that seem to have been indelibly printed inside of my eyelids, it's really funny now, as I close my eyes, looks like a cinema, made of smiles, chatter and unique moments in the life of a man. Meeting the survival battle x, nn tied to food, but one that sees a nation that has a handful of rice, you want to have to get the iPhone with facebook always with them, people will break their backs for a living nn in a modern world that considers people like them. Sometimes funny considering how happiness is common among these people, other tragic when referring to treatment the company store for them .... but like all trips that I took part and all the places where I felt emotionally involved, the only thing I can do for them is to hope that over time things will improve ... x nn will merit a few crackers or candy dispensed here and that the lives of people I have met will be better, change or improve their nn is one thing I can do for sure, but seeing as an e-mail or simple gesture to offer you count facebook makes them curious and excited to see what's outside of their reality, it is certainly rewarding and I am always happy to take my turn to spend time with people who want to improve themselves.
The next day after a ride on the lake, I sit at the restaurant of a handicapped woman with two young children who help in the kitchen, their main game: the phone. They have the TV on and while I was talking about my Siren intention to pursue the same day x Bukit Lewang a village nestled in the jungle 7 hours to the north, one of the news paralyzes us. The feeling that I had pushed qlcsa on that lake, plus nn I was not very pleased, turned in a second, more apt in the choice of my life. The previous night, the volcano Berstaggi on which we could find, it suddenly exploded, erasing three villages, killing 313 people and causing thousands displaced. I looked incredulous, and siren we sipped our avocado and chocolate shake (nn sucks you like me the first time that I have proposed is a Where's My Car, try it ... like at all), we headed towards the ship and we took the road.
2:30 am raining and I'm on a bamboo bridge 10 meters high with two backpacks on him, a drunk guy who guides me and holds my hand slip x nn, Siren and without contact lenses clinging to my backpack No shouting of dropping it. We arrive at the hotel and after a crazy night of transport to get x, we are the only place in the world where you can meet the orangutans in the wild. What we are waiting for two days of trekking in the jungle including meals, hoping to meet ste animals and survive the night in the middle. 8.30am, after 5 hours of sleep, our guide jumped off the bed and start the party. Talking with other tourists who finally managed to meet (I swear on my life has happened a few times hoping to meet other tourists) tell us that almost always walking a lot, full of mosquitoes with malaria, and if they see an orangutan or two at distances of imagination. We underpaid with our guide, we take all the shortcuts and apart from the huge sweaty after lunch on the first day we rely on our 15 sightings book super close. Even a bunch of punky monkey around us and play with us vulnerable, and even an orangutan decides to come down from the tree with all its quiet x come and hug me. At that time we were with a group of other hikers and everyone looked at me like I was lucky that the beast would meet me, the thrill of seeing the hairy hominid jump and liana in liana and come to me with open arms for me on the other hand is that there was something very nearly goes straight to underwear. I moved just in time and he continued looking at me x its way, I've told the Council: (come on mate, these things are made for men nn! He understood). In the evening after a wonderful dinner and bonfire that we dun have dried the bones, we lie down in a bamboo hut on the shore the river ... I could see the stars, but only x qlche xchè moment I was too tired and collapsed. The bastards woke me at midnight and two minutes, with the excuse to rekindle the fire, a second later I was round the campfire with the whole group sang Happy Birthday and that he had prepared in my honor an enormous amount of tropical fruits. The next morning, everyone calls me "the Sultan", x one day I was and I also got the highest room of the village, with a hammock on the balcony, just across the river ... No I could never imagine the coolest birthday!
Returning to Medan to Bali, we saw a stop in Jakarta and in honor of the end of Ramadan, we have also flown lower than usual so they can admire the city from that stuff! The last three days in Bali seemed to be in America ... all neat and tidy and there was supercivile ... who knows what I mean.
