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Preparation Day

Meeting Charlie, Phillipa, Kerryn, Paul, and Marty

sunny 28 °C

After meeting the rest of the tour group during breakfast, we all assembled for a meeting on the hotel terrace overlooking the still and quite picturesque waters off Makassar. The group consisted of Charlie, a policeman from Perth; Paul, a tourism consultant from Sydney; Phillipa from Sydney and Kerryn from Canberra who were both occupational therapists; and Marty who was a fireman from Adelaide. Although one of the booking documents had listed Charlie and Paul as requiring a cottage with a double bed at our our first hotel, one of the first things that they explained was that this was an error and that they were actually lifelong friends who were reconnecting for a trip and not a couple as we were all assuming. This set up a fairly humorous vibe within the group which was to continue throughout the whole trip.

At our meeting, Col went into great detail about many issues. One of the more memorable bits of information was his description of what to look for in a remote Indonesian toilet. These are always wet and notoriously basic. He said that you needed to look for two things; a nail on which to hang your shorts and a container of water with an intact dipper. He then went on to describe the processes involved in using said nail and dipper and the reasons that you don't proffer your left hand in personal interactions in Indonesia. He also gave an insight into his deep understanding of Indonesian culture and described the ride as ... well, a bit harder than we might all think.

We then went off to lunch at a Javanese restaurant before going by van to a waterfall where we joined hundreds of locals in hiring a tyre tube to float down the stream. There was not a WHSO (Workplace Health & Safety Officer) or a rule to be seen and it was great fun. After a walk and a visit to some bats on the way back, we went to our first yoga session with Col (a challenge for the posture and flexibility deficient amongst us) and went for dinner at a restaurant that Col described as "a local fish institution" where we learned how to eat with our hands (only the right one of course).

Posted by Neil-Sonia 05:30 Archived in Indonesia Tagged bicycle

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