vervolg Simeulue
Door: Ammara
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24 September 2006 | Indonesië, Batavia
It has been a while since I have been writing my stories and so a lot has happened in the mean time.
In Simeulue things were going as it were. People were still looking at us but now they kind of leaves us alone. On the market and in the village people started to recognize you and were reacting really exiting and happy, that was nice.
We had our own little motorcycle and could go were we wanted to go, the only problem was that the raining season had started so it rained almost the whole day and than it’s not so nice to go and drive around on your motorcycle.
Things with the fun day’s were also going the same as it was; still a lot to learn. You almost get scared by the way they teach those kids, really like militaries and other things like being polite and eating healthy etc is on other thing, the don’t teach that.
With Fiona we went to a girl from Red Cross to do Yoga, which was really nice although than you notice how stiff you get here, sitting on your ass and doing nothing really. After they had cooked, we could just join them (yes different from Holland), there were almost all American girls who can’t stop talking about how they miss the ‘ normal’ food, haha yes like hamburgers and meat!
So on 4th of September we were suppose to go to Medan, but than when we got to the airport there had been a mistake and they had made reservations on the plane for the 11th of September. So there we were all ready to leave and the plane was full! They made a mistake! Oeps. So although we were up so early and were all ready to leave we couldn’t go on the plane. At the office we waited if they might had a seat for us later that day but there was only place on the 6th of September, so that was it.
Afterwards it might have been a good thing that we didn’t leave that day because it was really stormy and with a little plane it’s really shacking (my mother would definitely had have a trauma afterwards and wouldn’t have gone on a plane again, so maybe it was good that we couldn’t go on the plane)
With the motor we went around a bit and drove to the beach. And what a beautiful beach it was! All those beautiful palm trees and white sand, the sparkling bright colorful water, just wonderful!. The trip toke us almost the whole day, and as we went further the road became worse and we felt like the motorcycle was slipping the whole time and we were afraid to fall so we just tried to stay on the road. Than we notice that the tire was really flat and we had to find a pomp so we could fix it, but when we asked people they didn’t have one or we couldn’t understand them (although my mother can speak Indonesian, they all have different dialects on Simeulue so that makes it hard to understand what they are saying). Finally we came to a place were the American’s tents were, after shouting and calling if there was somebody we found out there was only one American left there (lucky us, poor guy; all alone on this island with these beautiful beaches) He was really friendly and came with us to help (we wouldn’t have find it otherwise, it was really small and hidden behind the houses). Everybody there knew him and made jokes about him walking with two woman (that was funny). So it turned out we had a flat tire and we had to have it replaced. So on other adventure for us.
On Wednesday we went to Medan and the flight was good (we even had an Belgian pilot and a whole crowd waving goodbye because some important fellow was coming with us, so yes all crying people and a lot of police men, whowo).
Ready to rock and roll and travel around! We were of to see the Oerang Oetans and Lake Toba.
In Simeulue things were going as it were. People were still looking at us but now they kind of leaves us alone. On the market and in the village people started to recognize you and were reacting really exiting and happy, that was nice.
We had our own little motorcycle and could go were we wanted to go, the only problem was that the raining season had started so it rained almost the whole day and than it’s not so nice to go and drive around on your motorcycle.
Things with the fun day’s were also going the same as it was; still a lot to learn. You almost get scared by the way they teach those kids, really like militaries and other things like being polite and eating healthy etc is on other thing, the don’t teach that.
With Fiona we went to a girl from Red Cross to do Yoga, which was really nice although than you notice how stiff you get here, sitting on your ass and doing nothing really. After they had cooked, we could just join them (yes different from Holland), there were almost all American girls who can’t stop talking about how they miss the ‘ normal’ food, haha yes like hamburgers and meat!
So on 4th of September we were suppose to go to Medan, but than when we got to the airport there had been a mistake and they had made reservations on the plane for the 11th of September. So there we were all ready to leave and the plane was full! They made a mistake! Oeps. So although we were up so early and were all ready to leave we couldn’t go on the plane. At the office we waited if they might had a seat for us later that day but there was only place on the 6th of September, so that was it.
Afterwards it might have been a good thing that we didn’t leave that day because it was really stormy and with a little plane it’s really shacking (my mother would definitely had have a trauma afterwards and wouldn’t have gone on a plane again, so maybe it was good that we couldn’t go on the plane)
With the motor we went around a bit and drove to the beach. And what a beautiful beach it was! All those beautiful palm trees and white sand, the sparkling bright colorful water, just wonderful!. The trip toke us almost the whole day, and as we went further the road became worse and we felt like the motorcycle was slipping the whole time and we were afraid to fall so we just tried to stay on the road. Than we notice that the tire was really flat and we had to find a pomp so we could fix it, but when we asked people they didn’t have one or we couldn’t understand them (although my mother can speak Indonesian, they all have different dialects on Simeulue so that makes it hard to understand what they are saying). Finally we came to a place were the American’s tents were, after shouting and calling if there was somebody we found out there was only one American left there (lucky us, poor guy; all alone on this island with these beautiful beaches) He was really friendly and came with us to help (we wouldn’t have find it otherwise, it was really small and hidden behind the houses). Everybody there knew him and made jokes about him walking with two woman (that was funny). So it turned out we had a flat tire and we had to have it replaced. So on other adventure for us.
On Wednesday we went to Medan and the flight was good (we even had an Belgian pilot and a whole crowd waving goodbye because some important fellow was coming with us, so yes all crying people and a lot of police men, whowo).
Ready to rock and roll and travel around! We were of to see the Oerang Oetans and Lake Toba.
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