. Interesting little cultural detail: even though there are 'no smoking' signs in the buses, it doesn't actually mean that you aren't allowed to smoke. Actually, chain smoking is almost as common as eating or breathing, so yeah- that was great
. We get the ferry to Pulau Samosir, and find an awesome room with the best view of the crater lake. I only had 3 nights 2 whole days there, and they were as lazy as our days on Weh- eating, swimming, sleeping, playing cards and reading. Samosir used to be a big hot spot for full moon parties and raucous backpackers, but now it is all but deserted (I think Thailand stole its thunder)
. The town is quaint and small, and the cafes are cheap, excellent and always empty. If you ever go there- Jenny's makes the best coffee and potato omelettes ever!!
Before I knew it it was time to leave - so I waved goodbye to Chris, hopped on my ferry, then caught my bus (where I was trapped in chain smoking hell) back to Medan. I spent the night at a really nice hotel, feeling that my travel beaten body deserved at least some luxury, ordered room service and then went to sleep. That next morning I grabbed a public bus to the ferry, got to Georgetown that evening and that brings me up to date.
My next entry will be in a few weeks once I am all settled in BRAZIL!!!
Another 13hr night bus (equally as un-enjoyable due to the vomiting child in front of us and the stench that followed) brought us back to Medan, and we hopped on a local bus for the 5 hr journey to Samosir Island, a volcanic island in the middle of Danau Toba. The bus was packed to double its capacity and it was far from pleasant, but it was four times less expensive than the tourist bus- and a lot more