Bukittinggi had a subterranean past. During the war, the Japanese forced Indonesians to build underground tunnels where they stored their ammunition. We found the bunkers disturbing, so headed out with a guide who promised to show my daughter giant bats. Continue reading The dilemma of giant bats
We quickly forgot our Pekanbaru experience. Sumatra was easier travel, less crowded and I didn’t have my daughter counting down the days till our return any more. She appeared to enjoy the experiences as much as me. Continue reading Sumatra’s Minangkabau around Bukittinggi
Through jungle, mountains and winding roads we arrived six hours later in Bukittinggi. Because of the altitude, approaching the Equator was relatively cool. Our Bukittinggi hotel was high, but even higher stood Mt Marapi, smoke rising from its summit. This was more like it. Continue reading Western Sumatra’s Bukittinggi and beyond
I handed my daughter the Indonesian guidebook and said she could plan our trip to Sumatra. It was two years after Java before we flew to Singapore, caught a ferry to Bantam Island in Indonesia, then flew to Pekanbaru, the closest town in Sumatra. Continue reading Sumatra’s Stinkin’ Pekanbaru
With the trip through Java to Bali over, there was no more of my daughter counting down the days till our return. I thought she’d never want to leave Australia again. Continue reading What did you ask?
I was glad I chose to stay in Bali’s Sanur Beach because it hadn’t reached the tourist fever pitch of Kuta. Continue reading Last stop – Sanur Beach
The things we do for children. I’m sorry, monkey lovers, these animals do nothing for me, but the thought of going into a monkey forest was a dream come true for my ten year old. Continue reading Saved by a banana in Bali’s monkey forest