A Long Hard Slog

The lovely facilities in Denpasar.
After getting stuck in Kumai, Kalimantan for three days longer than expected, we finally left via ferry to Surabaya on Java. The ferry was supposed to leave at 8:00pm, but for some reason it was delayed about three hours. So more than 28 long hours later, we arrived at the port in Surabaya tired, cranky, and more than a little worse for wear. Being so late/early also meant that not only did we have few transportation options to get us to the city centre, it also meant that we were in a very poor position to bargain for a reasonable price.

Side note #1: In general, backpacking is a lot of fun. It can be challenging at times, but, overall, the challenge is what makes it so interesting. EXCEPT when you arrive into a city late at night (pretty much any time after dark). Then backpacking is not so fun. The bus depot/train station/ferry port is generally several kilometres out of town, and arriving after dark means that you're much less likely (with good reason) to want to walk around. There are usually only a few taxi drivers around, and those that are waiting with the welcome mat out, know only too well that you're pretty much stuck and price gouge the hell out of you. (Not that I'm bitter or anything!) Thus far, the only times I have been angry and annoyed with travelling in Indonesia, and Indonesians in general, have been during these times.

Unfortunately, we had to deal with this several days in a row as we were travelling hard and furious to get to a small island north of Lombok (just east of the infamous Bali). We decided to bypass Bali altogether (too many people said we "just had to go" ... I guess we like too much being different). Because we got into Surabaya so late, we decided there was no point in trying to find a room, and instead decided to just head directly for the bus station to catch a bus for Denpasar, Bali's biggest city. From there, we planned to catch a short bus ride to the ferry, and then the ferry to Gili Air, one of three small islands just north of Lombok. We'd heard that it was a pretty chilled out place that had some pretty good diving.

Our overpriced taxi got us to the bus station at about 5:00am, where we're told that a bus is just about to leave for Denpasar. "Great!", we thought, "What luck!" "Hurry!", they say and gesture urgently to the bus that we would be travelling on. After a quick discussion between the two of us, we decide that it does indeed look like this "luxury" bus (AC, TV, reclining seats, and a bathroom on board -- sounds much better than the reality!) is the only bus heading to Denpasar. We buy our tickets and make our way to the bus. Where we wait. And wait. And wait some more. We arrived at about 5:00am and didn't pull out until 11:30am.

Side note #2: Travelling in Indonesia is an exercise in patience and futility. Patience for surviving the long delays, and futility in trying to understand the reasons why you haven't left yet. Sometimes, the reason for waiting is simply that they are waiting for enough people to come along to fill up the bus. This was why we had such a long wait for the bus to depart for Denpasar. They apparently needed 20 paying passengers to leave. (Unfortunately, I think we were passengers five and six.) But even when we seemed to have twenty passengers waiting on board, we were kept waiting for at least another hour. Hence, the futility of asking, "Why aren't we leaving?" (which I must have asked Ulrik at least a million times). But there is also the patience required for surviving the incredibly long travel times in Indonesia. Before we arrived, we had little concept of how spread out the country is. Now, a veteran of two 24+ hour ferry rides, two 12+ hour bus rides, and a 12+ hour combined ferry/bus ride (and these were in the space of two weeks!), we know first hand how much time it takes to get from place to place.

Twelve hours later, we arrived in Denpaser. The bus ride was long, but actually not too bad. The countryside was beautiful! So much so, that it somehow made the time pass by quickly. But arriving so late (almost midnight), we knew we were going to have a hard time of it getting out of the bus station and finding our hotel. And, sure enough, we did. Our taxi overcharged us and didn't even bring us to our hotel. So we schlepped around with our rucksacks for about half-an-hour. We finally managed to find our hotel, only to find that it wasn't a hotel any more!! We ended up going to another hotel that we had passed along the way. It was all boarded up, but there was a guy sitting out front who tried to help us out. He got someone, who seemed to be like the manager, who initially didn't want to help us. (By this time it was close to 12:30am.) He kept saying that they were closed for the night and gestured down the street as if to say, "Try someplace down there." I was having none of it. I put my most pathetic face on and explained as nicely as I could that we'd been travelling for more than two days straight, and could he please just let us stay there? (If I had seem the rooms in advance, I probably would have cut our losses when we had the chance!) He finally relented and showed us the worst room we have seen in, I am pretty sure, all of our travels (including India!). It was such a dive. I didn't even want to walk on the floor without shoes. It was just that gross. And it was one of the more expensive places we've stayed at too. But, by that point I was beyond caring. We managed to get a shower (only because, as we'd been travelling for more than 48 hours we really needed one) laid out the sleeping bags (for the protection from their manky beds), and went to sleep.

The next morning, we got up early to look into a bus to get us to the ferry. We probably walked for about an hour looking for either an internet place or a wartel (a place to make phone calls). We finally found a wartel open and, after calling a travel agent, found out that they had a bus/ferry combo ticket from Denpasar to Gili Air. BUT the bus was scheduled to leave in less than half-an-hour from a place that we had no idea where it was. We raced back to the room to pick up our bags, which we'd fortunately had the forethought to pack before we left, hailed a bemo (a minibus that functions like a public bus), and managed to get to the rendezvous point with about two minutes to spare. Now, with our history of Indonesian transportation to date, we really didn't think they would either be there, or depart, on time, but we didn't want to risk it. And sure enough, when we got out of the taxi, a "helpful" man told us the bus had just left.

Us: "The Perama bus?"
Him: "Yes. Perama."
Us: "It left?"
Him: "Yes. Perama. Just left."
Us: "But it said it would wait." (I have no idea why we gave this guy any credibility."
Him: "You take my bus ... it's just over there."

Ahhh. Of course, he has a bus "just over there". Forget this. I saw a wartel across the street, ran over, called the company, and they said the bus HADN'T EVEN ARRIVED YET!! Why do people need to lie? I can (sort of) understand the overcharging, the taking the long way, the request to "just look" at their room/store/restaurant. But the lying makes me so mad!! This wasn't the first guy to blatantly lie to us; he wasn't the last, and, I am sure, we will meet many more in the year to come. But I also know that for every liar we meet, we meet so many more people who are helpful and friendly. I just have to keep reminding myself of that ...

After getting more directions from the lady on the phone, and from the helpful ladies at the wartel (see? friendly people everywhere), we easily found our bus. And finally found ourselves amongst OTHER "WHITIES" (our name for foreigners).

Side note #3: Until this point, we had seen very few foreigners in Indonesia. Even in the "tourist" areas that we'd passed through. In fact, we didn't speak with another backpacker until we'd been travelling for almost two weeks. And that's not due to our being overly anti-social (although I know we can be). There just weren't any whities to talk to. Funnily enough, the first whities we talked to were also from Canada, also from Toronto, and also on a one-year trip around the world (they were in month four). Ulrik and I felt like we had run into our future selves, there were so many parallels! And they also referred to backpackers as whities!

So there we were, amongst a whole pack of whities. And after being on the bus with them for a while, we realized why we generally try to avoid being around too many of them! But, fortunately, most of them ended up on Gili Trawangan (aka the "party" island). Ulrik and I went to Gili Air, the smallest island, and that is where we have languished for the past six days.

Three full days of travel -- we left Kumai on the night of 21 Jan, and arrived on Gili Air the evening of 24 Jan -- to get some beach time. It was well worth it.

For more photos, see our Indonesia photo album.