There he was – Bob Marley, walking along the side of the road, stark naked, his penis swaying as he walked. A walking stick in hand, and a little frilly black lace piece of fabric wedged between his arse cheeks was all he had in the way of clothes. ‘Are there lots of naked Bob Marleys in Indonesia?’ I asked. ‘Some,’ was the reply. There seemed little interest in this strange dredlocked man. Indonesia has all kinds of people.
The beach
Today we visited some more welding stations – they’re everywhere in Indonesia to fix the millions of motorbikes buzzing around. I met with Harry several times during the afternoon as he walked and hitched his way to the bike shop in Bondowoso where his back hub was finally fixed. With all our technical problems we’re meeting the cycling community of East Java.
Bike shop in Bondowoso
This morning we met up with our friends from the bike shop in Probolinggo for breakfast and a ride to a beautiful little beach. The main road was busy and dangerous, plied by trucks and busses – all in a hurry. The view on the side of the road was spectacular – although it was an effort to cross the road to photograph it.
RIce fields
Beach
And yet another new fruit – a relative of the coconut. They have a very strange tasting fermented drink made from its juice. Eating the fruit, you pull the geletounous segments out from shell. Weird.
New fruit
We are now (hopefully) ready to scale the Ijen volcano and see the ‘blue fire’. Looking forward to it!
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