To mark five years since I came to Indonesia for the first time, I have created a set of what I think are my best Indonesia photos from 2006-2011. I think the set captures the colourfulness and variety of sights in the parts of Indonesia I have visited, from people, their clothes and activities, to lush green tropical vegetation and volcanic destruction, from music and performing arts to natural landscapes and mountainous vistas. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to comment here or on any photo and let me know what you think of it. www.flickr.com/isawasi
- flying for three hours and still being in the same country
- seeing orangutans in the forest at Bukit Lawang
- everyday life at Dokan Batak village
- the size of Lake Toba
- visiting Bp Doro’s shop in Pangururan, Samosir
- general helpfulness of people when looking for the right bus
- sightseeing in Bukittinggi
- city with a beach at Padang
- seeing so many forested hills
- huge landscapes
- food was much more expensive than I expected (average Rp.15000 per meal)
- bus journeys that made my stomach churn
- people shouting at me in the street because I’m white
- young men latching on to me
Friendliest place for meeting other travellers: Bukit Lawang
Easiest place for talking to local people (in Indonesian): Dokan
Best accommodation for quality and value: Lekjon at Tuktuk, Samosir
Worst place for solo female traveller: Padang. Bukittinggi comes a close second.
Most beautiful scenery: Lake Toba
Useful Contacts and Information
The following may be helpful if you are planning a similar trip.
Blue Angel Hostel, Rp.50000 a night for fan and bathroom, no hot water. Pondok Wisata Blue Angel, Jl S.M.Raja no 70, Medan, North Sumatra. Tel: 061 732 0702. If Blue Angel is full there are other hostels just up the road.
Transport from airport: airports taxis very expensive at Rp.45000+. Walk outside and you will be accosted by unofficial taxi drivers who will take you for as little as Rp.20000 if you haggle. Or take a motorbike taxi (ojek) for around Rp.10000.
Guide and generally helpful person: Muhaidir tel: 0813 7585 8817 or 0813 7610 0337. Email: email@example.com
Rain Forest / Nora’s Homestay, from Rp.30000 a night, shared bathroom, no hot water.
Losmen Sibayak, from Rp.55000 a night, shared bathroom, no hot water. Jl Veteran no 119.
To get there from Berastagi, get a minibus to Kabanjahe (Rp.3000) then change to a Dokan bus (Rp.3000). Ask to be let off at “simpang Dokan” (Dokan crossroads), then, walking, turn left off the main road and follow the small road a couple of kilometres to Dokan.
To get there from Dokan, take a bus to Pematang Siantar, commonly called Siantar (Rp.15000, two hours plus), then change to a Parapat bus (Rp.10000, one hour max). From Parapat you can get a ferry to Tuktuk on Samosir Island (Rp.7000). Choose which hotel to look at first before you get there because the ferry will let passengers disembark at each hotel jetty.
Lekjon Cottages is right on the lake, from Rp.40000 a night, private bathroom. Rp.50000 gets you hot water. Nice clean rooms with lake views. Decent restaurant too. Address: Tuk-tuk Siadong, Samosir Island, North Sumatra 22395. Tel: 0625 451259. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Bp. Handoro Gurning (Bp. Doro) in Pangururan, Samosir, has a shop where he makes handicrafts from the water jacinth plant that grows in Lake Toba. You can learn to make something, buy his products or just hang out there. His wife runs a cafe there too. Good place to learn about the lake and its environment. Some people there speak some English. Bp. Doro has experience teaching foreigners including groups, but there is no pressure to buy anything. To find his shop in Pangururan ask for: Bp. Handoro Gurning, Jl. Danau Toba, Depan Rumah Dinas Bupati.
To get to Pangururan from Tuktuk walk or hitch a ride to either Ambarita or simpang Tuktuk, on the main part of Samosir. Then get a minibus (angkot) to Pangururan (Rp.10000, one hour).
The bus from Parapat to Bukittinggi takes about 14 hours overnight, and costs around Rp.200000 if you buy a ticket from one of the agents on Samosir.
Hotel D’Enam from Rp.60000 per night. Jl Yos Sudarso no.4. Tel: 0752 21333
Cafe and Homestay 44, Jl Penurunan Maninjau, 26471. Tel: 0752 61238. Rp.40000 per night. Excellent restaurant with a long menu of Indonesian and Western options. Peaceful atmosphere with simple wooden bungalows right by the lake. Friendly family-owned and run.
Brigitte’s House, Jl Kampung Sebelah 1 no. 14D, Padang. From Rp.75000 per night for bed in dormitory. Lovely large clean house with home-like atmosphere. They also arrange airport transfers, offer surfing trips and motorbike hire. See website for prices, map and directions: http://brigittehouse.blogspot.com. Tel: 081 374 257162.
Transport to airport: Damri buses go from Imam Bonjol every hour from 6.15am to 5.15pm, cost Rp.18000 and take up to an hour. They also do the reverse journey from the airport into the city.
Airport departure tax from Padang: Rp.100000 per passenger for international departures and Rp.35000 for domestic departures. Pay in cash after check-in.
To get from Lake Maninjau to Padang the only direct bus leaves at 6am. Not wanting to get up that early I decided to take two buses. First I got a minibus to Lubuk Basung (Rp.10000, 30mins) and the driver dropped me off on a large road where I immediately got on the bus to Padang (Rp.15000, 3 hours plus). The journey was pleasant though slow, with frequent glimpses of the sea as the road followed the coast to the south.
The bus terminated before Padang city centre and I hopped in an angkot (minibus) to get to my hotel. According to what I had found out online, Hotel Tiga Tiga seemed cheap. The hotel receptionist showed me an expensive-looking price list, over twice as much as the prices I had seen online, then taking the price of the cheapest room, she added tax, then gave me a 50% discount. In the end the price was Rp.77000 for a single room, private bathroom, cold water only and no breakfast. When I tried to haggle a discount for a 3-night stay she told me that because I was a foreigner I should not expect her to lower the price any more. I was quite shocked by the outward “foreigner” treatment and checked in for just one night. The room was large with an oversized bathroom, and although it wasn’t exactly dirty, it seemed old and shabby, not in good condition at all. Never mind, I thought, just for one night, and I quickly looked for alternative accommodation online. I came upon the website for Brigitte’s House, a guesthouse that opened just four months ago. By phone I was able to book a dorm bed with breakfast for Rp.75000 per night. Since this would save me the cost of a meal each day it seemed worthwhile. So I spent my first night in Padang at Hotel Tiga Tiga.
In the evening I went out for dinner and walked along the road next to the beach. I liked that this large city was right on the coast, giving it a relaxed seaside town feel. Looking out across the ocean several small islands were clearly visible on the horizon. I ate satay and drank coconut juice straight from a coconut as I watched the sun set over the ocean.
The next morning I moved hotels. Brigitte’s House was so much nicer, set in a quiet neighbourhood in the south of the city. It is in fact Brigitte’s house where she and her family live, and she has made it into a guesthouse with just a few rooms. I rented a dorm bed in a room with three beds for Rp.75000 including free wifi and breakfast. The room was lovely and clean and the bed exceptionally comfy. The shared bathroom, also very clean, had a shower but only cold water. Given the hot weather in Padang a cold shower was actually very refreshing. I checked in and then headed straight out to explore.
I was curious to see the hill known as Gunung Padang (Padang Mountain), right where the river meets the sea. So I set off walking, crossing the river at Siti Nurbaya Bridge and headed for the hill. Unfortunately during this short walk I heard more calls of “hello mister” and similar irritating white foreigner attention than I had heard anywhere else on my entire trip. Nevertheless I continued my walk and followed a small footpath around the base of the hill. The scenery quickly changed from village to jungle and the views out to sea and back to the shore were fantastic.
A couple of young men decided to pester me, the lone white woman, and insisted on firstly following me, then when I stopped, chatting to me. After a while a group of teenagers passed on the footpath, and I decided to start walking again so I could walk close behind them and hopefully lose my stalkers. This tactic was successful and I followed the path with many many steps as it rose up to the peak of the hill. From the top the view was spectacular. On one side it was possible to see the whole city of Padang spread out along the coast with the beach and then the huge expanse of ocean dotted with tiny islands. The other side of the hill looked out to Pantai Air Manis (Air Manis Beach) and many more small islands. At low tide it is possible to walk from Pantai Air Manis to the nearest island.
I sat on one of the many benches and rested, sweating profusely after the long uphill slog in the heat. I was glad I’d brought some water with me because there were no stalls or shops at the peak, just a toilet and places to sit.
The two men who had followed me earlier showed up at the top of the hill and I did my best to ignore them and hoped that they were harmless. Also enjoying the view was a family and when they were about to descend to the bottom of the hill, one of them came over and said that she was concerned about the two men and suggested it would be safer for me to go with them. I agreed and so we made our way slowly back down, chatting along the way. We stopped and looked at the grave of Siti Nurbaya, hidden behind a large rock down some steep steps. She was a local heroine or literary figure whom the parkland of the hill is named after, Taman Siti Nurbaya. As the story goes, Siti Nurbaya was at the centre of a complex love triangle. Ultimately she was poisoned to death and this hill became her grave.
From Gunung Padang and Taman Siti Nurbaya I walked back across the bridge and into the city centre. I wanted to find out if there would be any music performances at the Taman Budaya during my stay, which there weren’t, and I found myself at the Adityawarman Museum (Rp.1500). The museum is set in a park-like area and is built in the shape of a traditional Minangkabau house. Inside were many exhibitions – it is much bigger than it looks from outside. There were displays of model Minangkabau houses, weapons, household items, and information about the Minangkabau matrilineal system. Downstairs there was a room of displays about the people of Mentawai, with examples of hunting equipment, jewellery and black-and-white photographs showing Mentawaian people. There was then a larger room devoted to Minangkabau wedding costume, which varies from between regions. Further rooms displayed traditional musical instruments, information about flora and fauna, and much more. It was generally very interesting. Forced out by closing time (3.30pm), having underestimated the size of the place, I strolled back to my homestay, pleased to have seen and done so much in a day, but looking forward to some peace and quiet from the men shouting at me in the street.
The next day, my last in Sumatra, I had a more relaxing time and focussed on buying souvenirs. Padang is famous for two types of snackfood: kripik balado and karak kaliang. I found the shop Christine Hakim very near my homestay with a huge range of local and regional snackfoods. Taking snacks as “oleh-oleh” or gifts for friends and family back home is big business in Indonesia and many people were buying box-loads. I bought some kripik balado and some karak kaliang to take back to Java.
In the evening I once again went to the beach and watched an even more fantastic sunset. The sky was fairly clear and, as I ate my soto (rice soup) and drank iced tea, the sun very quickly dipped down behind the horizon leaving a brilliance of orange and red in the sky.
Resting up at my homestay and preparing for my journey home the following day, I felt like I had been away for longer than two weeks, with so many kilometres covered, places seen and people met. I had spent no more than three nights in one place and more often just one or two. My whirlwind tour of Sumatra had been a success. I was happy to have seen a great deal in a short time and have had a taster of this diverse island.