Who said there are no thieves on Sumatra? So far I felt very safe to drop my bicycle anywhere and anytime to take photos, without fear to miss something by the time I return. However this seems to have changed now. Arriving at the sea the rules are different: “Watch your belongings, when there are ‘pirates’ around!”
This little gangster tries to steal one of my water bottles from the bike. He was pulling hard, but couldn’t figure out how to outsmart the bottle holder system.
Now I know what Henry and Nellie were working out yesterday during the rest day (at Bukittinggi) – The Wedding Planners?
I stopped at a gas station to take a photo of the long lineup before the pump. It reminded me of former Eastern-German queues for rare goods … But this was obviously only a setup and I was immediately persuaded by two youngsters to go into the Hotel opposite of the gas station, for a nice reception with local beauties, music and dance. It is really hard to not fall in love with this lovely country and its nice and beautiful people.
A short riding day, awarded with an arrival at the Indian Ocean.
A hot, but enjoyable day. A huge drop from 1150 m to sea level made the ride fast and scenic. At the end, the streets get very busy and air turns bad from smoke and exhausts. The bypass wasn’t probably really faster or less frequented than the main road.
without fear to miss something by the time I return. However this seems to have changed now. Arriving at the sea the rules are different: “Watch your belongings, when there are ‘pirates’ around!”
