Hotel Sibayak Internasional Berastagi

... and made him sit upright. It was still dark; the moon and stars sailed high above him. The voices echoing across the water, perhaps unheard by each other, blended in the night. The men stirred. The boy sat, wide-eyed. The air never felt so good in his lungs. The fajr. Dawn was coming. They had been packed in the boat like sardines for over twelve hours. Surely land must be coming soon. He trailed his hand in the water, splashed his ...

... If the next 6 months pass as quickly as the first it won&#8217;t seem long until we sat at a desk and back to real world again.<br><br>We also passed another significant date in Berastagi &#8211; Paul&#8217;s 21st (again) birthday! To celebrate he decided we should climb up the near by volcano, Sibayak. The day didn&#8217;t start quite as planned when we were woken by the mosque next door to our hostel blaring out the call to prayer ...

... looking at. The girl's skin was so white she looked like a ghost. Her hair was corn yellow and her eyes the colour of faded denim, or the painted bicycle box that held her jamu. The girl was tall, very tall. She stood in the doorway, shoulders stooped, her back to the smoking men. The jamu lady had never seen a white girl before. She couldn't take her eyes off her. She looked so strange! And even more ghostly in this haunted, empty house full of eyes. Even stranger, the girl was ...

... our weekend trip to Berastagi. The evening ended with us setting a new record of fitting 6 'Bules' (pronounced Bu-lay, i.e.foreigners) in a Becak. Good on us. <br><br>After a nasty hangover morning where the only pick-me-up available was a McDonald's breakfast (Dan opted for the newly available triple cheeseburger, gross ) we pulled ourselves together enough for the 2 and a half hour on the back of a motorbike journey ...

... br>Arrivate a medan, assieme, abbiamo cercato un posto dove passare la notte siccome era gia' troppo tardi per partire per un altra localita'.<br>I miei programmi ancora non sono chiari, cosi al mattino dopo ho deciso di seguire Lisa e Ida verso Bukit Lawang.<br><br>Bukit Lawang e' un paese circondato dalla giungla dove vivono, quasi indisturbati, diversi orangotango.<br>Inizialmente non pensavo ad un trekking, ma, ancora non so come, mi sono ritrovata iscritta a quello di un giorno ...

... we fed him bananas. Pretty much an amazing start to the day. We then trekked through the jungle which was an awesome experience and stopped at a river for dinner. Whilst eating dinner we saw a weird looking turtley thing in the river. Was border line ugly! After lunch we headed off again and came across another Orangutan. Which was a pregnant female one. With the low numbers of orangutan, along ...

... tylko we trojke. Wulkan Sibayak jest widoczny z hotelu. Do miejsca skad zaczniemy trzeba troche podjechac. Przed nami trzy godziny niespiesznego podejscia. Na poczatku idziemy droga asfaltowa, pozniej schodzimy z niej w dzungle. Dzungla jest lagodniejsza niz w Bukit Lawang. Po drodze przewodnik pokazuje nam miejsce, wylom w kamiennej scianie gdzie wchodzacy na wulkan zostawiaja wbite na patyku palace sie ...

... Wczorajsze banany posluzyly mi za skuteczna przynete do robienia zdjec z bliska. Trzeba miec jednak refleks. Za pierwszym razem polozylem banana, odwrocilem sie, zeby zrobic kilka krokow i nie bylo juz makaka i banana :)<br><br>Na sniadanie Mama zrobila tosty ala big mac: tost, jajko scrumbled, tost, ser, tost, pomidor,tost. Jajko bylo z jakims zielonym dodatkiem, ale niespotykanym u nas.<br><br>W trakcie sniadania rzeka przybiegl jakis ...

... sie nami zaopiekowac za 1050 usd przez 7 dni. Ale cena jest nie na nasz budzet.<br><br>Mija 9:00, pora na naszego przewodnika. He's name is Baba. Zjawia sie Antek, ktory sie niepokoi ze nie ma jeszcze przewodnika. Dzwonia po niego, wypatruja z restauracji na most. Tymczasem Baba przychodzi z drugiej strony, z dwiema holenderkami ktore ida razem z nami. Jest 9:30, szybka decyzja ze mimo deszczu spimy w dzungli, odpowiednie przepakowanie plecaka, dwie butelki wody i ruszamy.<br><br ...

Selamat Soree! Nach zwei leckeren Tagen in Georgetown, Malaysia hab ich mir mal den Luxus gegoennt und einen Flieger nach Medan, Sumatra, Indonesien genommen (10 Euro teurer, aber 6 Stunden schneller als mit dem Schiff). Dann direkt weiter nach Berastagi in die Karo Highlands. Mit jedem Meter, den der Klapperbus nach oben humpelte, wurde es kuehler und kuehler. Herrlich nach 35 Grad im Moloch Medan! In Berastagi hab ich dann die Anna getroffen, die ...