‘I practice my English by counting the Bule (foreigners) that pass,’ she said as we sat in the little shop on the side of the road.
‘Wow!’ I replied. ‘I practice my Indonesian by counting the number of hello misters. How many bule have you seen today?’
‘One,’ she replied nodding to me.
‘Ah!’ I replied.
River
I certainly would have beaten her one bule. I wasn’t counting but there might have been one hello mister every minute or so averaged out over the day – still, nothing like yesterday. Today was a late start after searching (and finding) the screw that broke on my saddle, and taking it for another welding job. It was kind of nice being forced to sleep in – I couldn’t leave until the shops opened and my bike was fixed.
Saddle repairs
My destination was the village at the bottom of the famous Kelimutu volcanic crater lakes. A short day with a 1200m climb and a drop to the village where I was able to set up my tent next to the river.
I followed a river all the way up, passing lovely little villages and paddy fields.
Village
Hut
Tomorrow morning I’ll leave at 3 for an ascent to the crater.
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