On Tuesday, we were supposed to give back our scooters and get an old Volkswagen car to explore Java. I’ve been smart enough to TRY the car before giving back the scooters. OK, the car looked great, red, vintage, cabriolet… BUT: very large, no power steering (whereas we make u-turns very often, as we miss the right street every second time), brake pedal one kilometer from my feet, even to turn the car key in the key hole I have to use my two hands. No, definitely, this car is too demanding, we will keep the scooters.
The travel agency tells us this is going to be fine. We spend our last night in the paradise below, in the middle of Balinese rice terraces…
On Wednesday, we reach Bali West Coast, catch a ferry, and spend the night right on the other side, on Java. We wake up early on Thursday, in 150 km we should reach Watu Ulo…
Tough morning : mountain roads under the rain
Tough lunch time : countryside roads under the rain
Tough afternoon : smaller countryside roads…
We keep following the GPS and around 4PM we enter small fields roads.
Everything is quiet. Farmers are working in the corn fields. At the beginning they stare at us a bit surprised but when we smile at them they get warmer.
We take pictures, we know we are not far from the hotel. Only a few kilometers left, the GPS says. Still, our progress is slower, as rocks are on our way – Not very easy with small scooters wheels.
First we thought that being shacked on a scooter was really the worst experience.
That was before we experienced mud slides.
Of course, for this part I don’t have photo proof points, as I was too focused on driving.
The GPS sent us to the forest, the one you can imagine at the end of the above path. Difficult. Michelle almost felt in the road side. I was afraid the forest would be infested with mosquitos. But more than that, the forest was on the hill… No way we could make it.
At some point, one farmer tried to make us understand that we wouldn’t make it. He asked a famers’ couple to bring us to the right path. We followed them on their bicycle (man on the saddle, woman on the luggage rack). We offered a cigarette to our messiah, who seemed very happy about it.
On our side, what a relief. After two hours spend in the mud, we were approaching the hotel, right when the sun was disappearing.
Ghost cottage. We were the only guest. We had a bungalow. Unfortunately the beds had no sheets and the bathroom…. Had no roof !!!
This could have been charming in the French countryside, but right in the jungle that was pretty scary, especially because we are not under any malaria treatment and try to avoid mosquitos beats as much as possible.
We decide to sleep with all our clothes on, even though it is like thirty degrees outside. We are going to sweat, but at least mosquitos will not catch you.
though, I woke up in the middle of the night, as a frog jumped on my face…