There we sat at the store mentally prepared for the overnight ferry journey, lacking in clean clothes, a place to stay and any possible contact with the outside world. Both Vicki and I held this hope that at any moment there would be a new message to say the boat was coming it was just a bit late, or that it would be here Friday and not Tuesday. Continue Story »
My Father asked me a question before I left England for this leg of my journey. It was a question I didn’t know the direct answer too, but I said there’s always a possibility, I mean, I can never say I won’t do it again I just need the right idea or to be in the right place. Continue Story »
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We got out of bed to a breakfast of pancakes, which would soon become a very common theme and as hard as it is to say it: pancakes have become a bit of a hated food; you really can have too much of a good thing.
Our first morning in the jungle started with a wild symphony of calls and song. The pigs had returned from their feasting at some point the evening before and settled beneath the house in their muddy pits. They began the day with a good old lung cleaning squeal and grunt, joined in by a chorus of roosters cock-a-doodle-dooing, Continue Story »
Our first day on the jungle trip was far from the wilds of the tropical wilderness, we had to reach the island of Siberut off the western coast of Sumatra and the only way there was via an over night ferry from Padang.
