Tag 35: Indiana's last fortress

03/08/2016

Today is once again one of those "from A to B" travel days. Yes, I know, we just traveled here somehow. It feels like we're spending more time in buses, planes, cars, and tuk-tuks than we would like. But since we only stay in each of the countries we visit for a few days and we are very eager to see as much as possible, we really have no choice - even though this type of travel puts much more strain on the budget than a typical beach vacation.

Well, we use this day to solve some technical problems and also to become aware of our finances. And yes, I'm writing on this blog again, which takes more time than I would like - but what wouldn't you do for your fans?

In addition, we stroll across the river, which is an adventure in itself. The suspension bridges that have been stretched from one bank to the other here are so nostalgic that they would have had a cameo role in an Indiana Jones movie. Not only are the side rails partially interrupted, but there are also missing some of the fragile wooden boards that are supposed to represent a floor. In general, the bridges are several hundred meters long and not exactly at a height of 50 cm. The swaying and creaking of said crossing contribute to a very adventurous five minutes.

Unfortunately, when we arrive on the other side, we don't find the promised land that we would have deserved after the accomplished ride. Instead, we find ourselves in the first Asian market that actually manages to offer nothing, absolutely nothing nice or worth buying.

So we leave the camp a little earlier to make our way to Medan airport. The way back is similar to the day before yesterday, only the fact that the roads are self-explanatory for the driver's average speed of 20 km/h in daylight is new.

When we arrive at Medan airport, I briefly consider filling out a registration form, as this is already the third time within 10 days that we are here and the second time we sleep here. This brings the advantage that we already know some tricks and ploys and expect to get through the night relatively safely.

Gudi's glorious laws:

Never, ever let your backpack out of your sight - especially not at the airport!

Gudi is so concerned about her - honestly, also about mine - belongings that she keeps them constantly in her sight. So it's very difficult for her to use the luggage compartment of buses. At the airport, all backpacks are gathered together, tied together, and used as a huge mattress. Not stupid, this Gudrun, not stupid at all - but very, very suspicious.