Saturday, June 28, 2008

Australia - Hey I'm home - well almost, Darwin

Yes, almost home, just a few thousand kilometres of Stuart Highway through Central Australia to go.

From Maumere on the island of Flores Indonesia, it was a ride to Larantuka at the far east end of the island. Then the last of my Indonesian island hopping ferries to Kupang - at the west (Indonesian) end of the island of Timor, a ride to the last border crossing and my final country before home. Timor Leste and Dili. From Dili a plane trip to Darwin my current location.

Ankermi Cabins 30km east of Maumere I had often wanted to record the weight of each bag (my bags are always packed exactly the same way so I can find stuff) and these guys normally weigh Rice bags.
Just East of Maumere there is a stretch of beach with a few lots of cabins - lovely
Weighing the bags - they are always packed the same


I had been told by a couple of motor cycle tourers "there are some serious hills near Larantuka", but what constitutes a serious hill to someone on a BMW need not be on a bicycle. There were hills, not steep but with lots of bends. (which probably gives a motorcyclist the feeling of "serious hills") A windy road usually means the road wont be so steep. It's going straight up a hill that's a problem on a bicycle. Of course this was a pleasant surprise, although many locals had told me the road was nowhere near as hilly as the stuff I'd just done. Maumere wasn't as large as I had expected, so instead of staying an extra day there I rode just 30km up the road to some beach side cabins and spent my 2nd Maumere day there at the cabins. In fact, the cabin place was so nice that I spent 2 nights there. As I had budgeted 2 days to ride from Maumere to Larantuka (but now found it was less km than expected and could be ridden in 1 day) I decided to stay 2 nights at the cabins. I'd then still have time to spend a day exploring Larantuka before the twice a week ferry would whisk me away to Timor.

In Larantuka I made a couple of good contacts, one a guy that had worked on the Stuart Highway in Central Australia when it was being widened, and now running a cafe in Larantuka. He was able to give me information about the road that as yet didn't have.

Thats my target - Larantuka - perched on the right of that interestingly shaped hill!!!!! The ferry to Kupang, West Timor.
The approach to Larantuka
The ferry from Larantuka to Kupang


The other contact was Francis, a Director of a local NGO in Kupang, who just happened to be in the same hotel in Larantuka. The NGO "Increase" has a training centre in Kupang complete with accommodation. I was offered free accommodation in Kupang on the condition that I talk to the staff in English! (Now that cant be too hard can it). As is the case everywhere I travelled, people learning English are short of other English speakers to practice conversation with. In fact it was a little harder than I thought, as I had become very accustomed to using selected Bahasa words and I tended to keep using them instead of using straight English.

I had free accomodation at a local NGO's training centre, and here a free meal with the Director Frances and family. Outside the council buildings in Atambua - last place before crossing the border to Timor Leste.
My host in Kupang and his family. Francis is from a local NGO and invited me to stay at their training centre in Kupang
Sculptures outside the city offices in Atambua Indonesia near the East Timor border


I stayed a few days in Kupang then headed east toward Atambua. I found a very nice description of the Kupang to Dili bike ride on the web by a guy named macamat. When I looked a bit further I realised that Matthew McDonald, the author, was in fact from Melbourne, and was still on the road heading to Melbourne from Adelaide - just a bit ahead of me. The roads across West & East Timor were generally pretty good, they had a few very nasty steep bits but not long ones, they had there share of rough rocky bits too but no more than the other islands. In short, easier than Flores. The worst section of road would be the section from the "border town" of Atambua in Indonesian Timor to the actual border - a distance of some 30 to 40 km. On some of the really steep bits, there are corrugations in the bitumen road, and because you are using brakes quite heavily the back wheel locks up as it bounces over each corrugation. I used by brakes more, and harder, in Indonesia than any other country. (The other hilly countries generally had wider and smoother roads and you could puff out the chest and arms to catch a bit of wind and cruise down the hills with minimal braking.)

The border crossing from Indonesia to Timor Leste was a pretty easy crossing, you just have to wait a bit on the Indonesian side for them to open the Immigration office in the morning. On my morning they decided to open about 9:30am. Across the border in Timor Leste the road flattens right out for quite a distance, then gives you some really nasty short steep bits for about 10km then again flattens out for the coastal trip to Dili. As you fall then re-climb these nasty steep bits you find yourself wondering "what was in the heads of the road builders when the laid out this bit of road".

The local Vollyball comp.  The Police team won this one.  Its legal to head or foot(kick) the ball here. Steep and not a great surface on this section.  I went down most of the way with the rear wheel locked and using as much front brake as I dared.
Volleyball at Atambua - almost anything goes - you can also kick or head the ball, as long as it goes over the net
The road from Atambua to the border post, very steep in places and rough


Riding into Dili the same night that I crossed the border I found myself using US Dollars for something other than FOREX. In Cambodia USD was common, but they also had their own currency. In East Timor the currency "is" US Dollars. (they do have their own coins though 5,10, 25 & 50 cents). Like in Cambodia, often things will cost "One Dollar" when really they shouldn't, they're just one dollar because it is easy for the seller.

Once across the border to Timor Leste, just about all vehicles on the road become new 4WD's with an emblem of some sort on the front doors. If it's not big "UN" letters it's one of the countless international aid agencies, foreign government supported organisations or NGO's. In Dili there's a few more other vehicles, taxi's and the like, but in the countryside, it's either a big new 4WD, or a small bus.

Eating in Dili you can do one of two things. There are a heap of restaurants around town catering for the huge numbers of foreigners. By home standards the food is still reasonably priced or cheap, but by local standards, or in comparison to the Indonesian side of the border, they are rip off places (so I avoided them). You don't find places catering to locals at local prices in town, to find them you need to head a few km out on the main road toward Atambua (near the Australian Embassy). Here there are many lining both sides of the road. Being on a bike makes it very easy to get to and eat at these places and pay what was very close to the cheap Indonesian prices. (and cheaper than the comparatively expense Indonesian prices on Flores). Of course it means that you continue to eat the same type of meals based on noodles and rice. If you were to eat in town at the places catering to the foreigners, you'd generally be eating, Indian, Italian, Japanese, or similar.

Near Dili Gov buildings
Timor Leste - the approach to Dili from the Indonesian Border.
The Government Palace, Dili


Refugee camps being taken down as people resettle in the country. One of the many wrecked buildings that are still to be seen around Dili.
A refugee camp by the Dili waterfront being packed up - the residents gone back to home villages
One of the many remnants of wrecked buildings around the city of Dili

Dili, for me was largely a cleaning stop. I saw the local sights, the big Jesus, the waterfront, the Xanana Gusmao reading room etc, but my main concern was to get all my camping gear, bike and bags clean enough to pass an AQIS (Quarantine) inspection at Darwin airport. I had hoped to get a boat of some description to Australia, but with only one freight company that wont take passengers on their ships, it wasn't going to be easy. There was a flight out with spare seats a few days after I arrived, then 3 weeks of totally booked out flights, so the decision to fly and when to fly became easy - It would be the 26th June.

Last time packing the bike.
Dismantling the bike and packing - for the last time

With the bags and contents cleaned, the bike cleaned, dismantled and packed into a bike box - from the local Dili bike shop. I headed to the airport with my 40kg of luggage and 13kg baggage allowance, wondering just how much I'd be stung for excess baggage. The answer would turn out to be zero. I'm not sure just how. They weighed the bike and checked-in bag separately, the bike box (with a few extra items inside) weighed 23kg, the checked-in bag I'm not sure, but would have been around 10 to 12kg. Then there was my "way-too-big for the testing frame" hand luggage making up the difference. All I can say is a big thankyou. The $380USD air fare turned out to be $148USD using the cheapest of the discount fares offered on that particular day on the Air North On-Line Booking Website . (I never saw that price offered on other days). So I wasn't so upset about having to fly.

Even the arrival into Aus went well with the Quarantine inspector being very happy with my diligent & thorough cleaning of everything I had. He looked in one of the bags, looked into the opened bike box, checked a wooden Indonesian carving I was carrying and allowed me through.

Welcome to Australia down by the sea shore, Darwin
Darwin Airport Arrivals, The Larrakia people welcome you to Darwin.
Down by the sea in town

It wasn't until getting out of the airport in Darwin that things started to go wrong. Only 1km out of the airport I had a flat rear tyre, then, when I got to town, I found that Darwin in peak tourist season (now) is impossible for finding accommodation. It's even worse if they put on AFL and V8 Supercars which they are doing over this weekend and next. If you didn't book months in advance you don't have a bed. After doing the full length of Mitchell St (lined with backpacker accommodation) and finding no vacancy anywhere I hopped back on the bike and headed back out of town, down the Stuart Highway to a caravan park. At the caravan park - same story. "Room for a one man tent?" "NO!" With this, it seemed like I would be pitching by the side of the road somewhere, but with all the gear crammed into only two instead of four pannier bags and nothing in its normal place, I knew pitching camp in the dark would be very hard. "where was the...packed..." "...was that in the checked-in bag or the hand luggage...", and buried how far under other items. I stopped in a Petrol Station to use their well lit forecourt to empty out the bags and re-arrange everything back to it's "allocated" position. Then back onto the road. I gave one more caravan park a try and, yes, for $27 I could use a tiny patch of their grass for the few hours before check out time the next morning.

The next day I managed to get a one-night-only vacancy in a dorm bed in a hotel in central Darwin. Exactly when I'll hit the road again I'm not sure, I'd like to hang around for a few more days, we'll see.

From here it's a long road south and hopefully the wind will be kind (unlikely this time of the year with the prevailing winds from the south east - but the worst should have passed)

Wish me luck...

Jeff.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Maumere, Flores, Indonesia


Nearly a month since the last update in Yogyakarta, since then East Java, Bali, Lombok, Sumbawa and now the vast majority of Flores. Still to come in Indonesia, the remainder of Flores and then West Timor.

Indonesia has been a really welcoming place, lovely to tour through. the roads on Java weren't so good for cycling as the tended to be very rough surface, either from patching or just the way they surface was laid. All the vibrations from the road slow the bike and require effort to keep the speed up. Its particularly bad if you have bad knees - but the good news is that the other islands east of there aren't so bad. The roads as soon as I arrived on Bali were noticeably very different - but then I figured its the most tourist visited place... But since then the other isles have been a better too. Sure every island has it's nightmare road sections (Often where they are "fixing" up the road) but on the whole its been better than Java - and that was a relief when I got to Flores.

The wood lever forces a pipe through the soft soil to bore a hole for a conduit. The holes they're digging every few metres are not small.
A new Fibre Optic cable going in - the length of Java (and beyond), The wooden levers push a pipe through soft soil boring a hole.

The greetings from the locals in western Bali were like all the other parts of Indonesia that I had visited so far. Hello Mister, as you rode past anybody, and very smiley and helpful friendly people. Beyond Denpasar to the east the greetings seemed to dry up and I got no reaction from anybody, it was only one day but the same held in Lombok the following day. Everybody silent. I guess they are just too used to tourists for it to be anything special. I'd sort of thought all of Bali & Lombok might have been like that and was surprised when Western Bali was like the previous islands.

Kuta beach Denpasar, a lot more like Indonesia than Kuta a few km away. (but I did ride down to Kuta for a look)
Kuta Beach Bali
Denpasar - far more Indonesian
Like stepping back in time - Lombok public transport The mountain in the distance is Rinjani on Lombok. It was obscured by cloud the rest of the time.
Lombok public transport - like stepping back in time
Lombok Mt.Rinjani - as seen from Sumbawa


Catching the ferry from Lombok to Sumbawa was like hitting a switch to turn the greetings back on. Sumbawa was far less populated so you didn't see so many, but the greeting and enthusiasm were always there and always nice. The last day of Sumbawa heading from the main town of Bima to the port of Sape - to catch the ferry to Flores - was like a training ground for Flores itself, up and down big hills with beautiful views from high passes.

This school wanted me to come in and take a phot - so I did (and there happened to be a Mobile Phone shop that did digital prints in the village a couple of km away. Sheltering from Rain in a local village
A school pose for photos - and they get an A4 copy soon after
Sheltering from rain in a local village
From Bima to Sape to catch the ferry to Flores.  Theyve installed hills here to practice on before you get to Flores. The bike on the ferry - surrounded with produce of all kinds.
Hills east of Bima Sumbawa preparing me for Flores.
The ferry to Flores, the bike and other goods in transit

Then it was to Flores. Flores is, in a word, hilly. It's a place I've been looking forward to and dreading all at the same time. I'd read blogs of other riders that had ridden the island that said you need a month or 3 weeks and I'd done my earlier Indonesian riding with that in mind. get through Indonesia to have time for Flores. (I had 2 days riding on Bali and a few nights in Denpasar and on Lombok I arrived at the western end one evening and departed the eastern end at lunch time the next day. My lightening tour of Bali and Lombok. I figure all the other Aussie tourists there make up for me not hanging around)

Just off the western end of Flores are a couple of Islands that are home to the Komodo Dragon, and its generally accepted that all tourist go to see them - so I did. I went down to the docks on the morning after I arrived to see if I could find a boat heading that way. (the only other way was to charter a boat just to take me - and that I deemed too expensive). My luck was in when I found a group of divers that had a couple of 45 minute dives planned and then half the group had chartered a boat to take them from the 2nd dive to Rinca Island and Komodo National Park. They'd then be dropped off elsewhere but the boat would ultimately return to my base in LabuanBajo. The day was 30th May 2008 - which happened to be my 46th Birthday, so the evening before I went shopping looking for something that might resemble a cake and candles. I ended up with 6 "cup cakes" and a box of eight 150mm candles. (with the wind blowing a gale out at the dive site where we ate lunch there was no way to light the candles, but they looked the part standing up between the cup cakes.

And it happens to May 30th - a speacial day for me. Celebrating one year since my 45th birthday in Kolin, Czech Republic.  (there was no way to light the candles - or keep them alight in a really strong wind. Komodo Dragon
Happy 46th, cup cakes and candles on a dive boat heading to Rinca Island to see..
Komodo Dragon on Rinca Island
me More stunning high altitude views
Me & Mr Dragon
Flores hills

The road from LabuanBajo on the Western end of Flores has some incredible hills.  Here I've climbed close to 1000m and am still going up.  I'm also hampered by the road works that have been happening at some stage. All the loose rocks at the top part of the steep stretch end up on the bitumen lower section. Impossible to keep traction.
Flores road above LabuanBajo, no traction here

Leaving LabuanBajo you head straight into the hills and yep they have hills here. This day from LabuanBajo is I think the worst day road & hill wise on Flores, so it set in my brain an expectation for things to be a bit worse than they turned out. This first day had very very long up hill (up mountain) sections which in places were extremely steep. (Steep enough that my arms muscles ached the following day - from pulling so hard on the handlebars whilst pushing with the legs). To make things worse there were places where the road had been dug up and/or rocks spread over the road. The worst of these were the places where you'd commence a really incredibly steep section on bitumen and then it would turn to gravel half way up. Spinning car, bus & truck tyres and Gravity would then ensure that large quantities of gravel would end up on top of the bitumen leaving no way to keep traction on two skinny bike tyres. In these places the aim was to pick the best line you could, go for it, and hope that you got your feet out of the pedals when the rear tyre suddenly decided to spin. It worked on most occasions, but I did kiss the ground once. Having spoken to people in the hotel in LabuanBajo I knew the next accommodation was in Lembor some 60km away, then beyond that another 60 to 70km to Ruteng. I knew that 120km + with these hills would be asking an awful lot of myself, so I had decided to stay in the one gust house that exists in Lembor. It was a good move as on arrival into Ruteng the next day I was pooped. - After a day two of lots of hills the final approach to Ruteng was an incredibly steep climb out of a river gorge to the town. The next day would have a significant downhill portion as I went from Ruteng at 1100m down to sea level, so I decided to try and reach Bajawa. Bajawa is back up at 1200metres, so after loosing 1000m you then have to re-climb it. I was just a little later than I'd have liked so with about an hour of light left I camped 13km away from my target of Bajawa. It seemed incredible that in one hour I couldn't do 13km but I could only bank on doing about 7km/hr on that one hill that had kept me busy from lunch time to dinner time - still without reaching the top. As it turned out I may have made it right on dark if I had continued. The last four km were down into the town and the up before it flattened off just a bit (or was it that my legs had rested overnight). From Bajawa another long day of 130km to Ende. Ende being the largest town on the island and at about the midpoint of the island ride (where did you expect it to be... the end...?). I was very pleased as I came into Ende along the coast (that continually forces you to do steep climbs and steep descents to go around the points between bays.) to find that the legs where very firm from that day - and the previous days - riding, but could still power..

My first camp in Indonesia was on Flores when I didn't have time to get to Bajawa - the town at the top of the big hill - before dark.  So I used the available light to camp and cook.  Beside a house in a tiny village.  (It was a big day 120+ km starting at 1200m to sea level then back to 1100m) Through Bajawa at the top of the hill 1100m (where I was aiming for the day before) and down the other side to see level again.
First camp in Indonesia - in a village
More Flores volcanos
A few local artisans in Wolotopo Dare I walk past the school!?
2 x Wolotopo village near Ende Flores
There was a quake last night with at least 2 descent aftershocks, centred at Ruteng - where I was 2 days ago.  These guys may have clearing this hazzard before then I dont know.  They are at a critical stage - after a bit of under digging - now they stand back and throw rocks at the face to make it collapse. Rockslides everywhere here - not helped by the earthquake and 2 aftershocks the other night.
Road in Flores always hampered by landslides and rock falls, We had a quake and 2 aftershocks one night - which wouldn't help.

In Ende I had a rest day, before a shorter ride of only 50km, but up to altitude again, to Moni. Moni being the take off point for tourists visiting the Islands number one attraction Mt Kilimutu. A mountain of three differently coloured lakes and still classified as an active volcano.

sunrise at Mt. Kelimutu - Active volcano with 3 lakes all different colours Doesn't smell like chocolate
Mt Kilimutu, 2 of the 3 crater lakes - the other is black

That brings me to yesterday when I left Moni and again descended to sea level, before climbing and descending to sea level on the other - north - side of the island in Maumere. From here its only a day or two to Larantuka and the departure point from Flores to Kupang, West Timor.

Maumere
Maumere
The on-line copy of the Lonely Planet guide for Indonesia - when talking about Flores states "Cycling on volcanic Flores or mountainous Timor requires Tour de France levels of endurance though some riders do travel across both islands using buses to get their bikes up the steepest inclines and freewheeling downhill" What it doesn't mention - and maybe this too has Tour de France connections, is the local habit of Flores children to get overexcited with the passage of a tourist on a bicycle and running out on the road screaming and calling all the other children in the village, who also run onto the road. If you are on an uphill stage on a fully loaded touring bike you may only be doing 5km/hr, and this is walking pace for the children - so they stick with you, grabbing onto the bike and pestering you to the point that you are about to snap. If it only happened occasionally it wouldn't be so bad, but every few kilometres there's a new village and a new group of kids grabbing onto the bike when you are already tired and slogging up a very long steep hill. More recently they've also been shouting sentences in Indonesian that include the words "Pen" (pen) or "Gula" (sugar), and get quite agitated when you just keep riding without giving them what they want. The road quality in some places and the tendency of the kids here to do grab the bike whilst trying to ride through villages has ensured that Indonesia, which was looking at one stage like it may make it onto the favorites list with Serbia & Iran will not. Instead Indonesia will make it onto a list of honourable mentions only. If you are thinking of a cycling holiday in Indonesia, it's a great place to travel that way, I do thoroughly recommend it. Maybe give Flores a miss or do what the LP guide says and take a bus up the hills. (the kids don't even try to annoy you on flat or downhill because they know they cant catch you.) Of course if you are on a long cycling trip from one side of the world to the other, taking a bus is not an option.

Jeff

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