Zambia – milky beer, witches and marasmus

Having received Zambian visa ironically easily, after all back-and-forth flights over Atlantic, we finally made it to Africa. We have been waiting for it so desperately, and now crawling into the waiting area of Lusaka airport, we dropped our backpacks and ourselves onto the benches. So what is next. Have to put ourselves together and finally go out there where we wanted to be. We just couldn’t imagine getting ourselves into the capital chaos anymore, so directed exactly opposite way. Out to villages and lonely roads. Hitch hiking here is not a big deal, we are soon crammed with locals on the back on the truck, all under the wood and among sacks of maize and loaves of bread. Soon we learn here about the farmer’s countless family, local life, ups and downs.

Gražūs ir linksmi pasirodė pirmieji Afrikiečiai. Mus pavėžinusi moteris. | Pretty and happy Zambians from the first minutes. The lady that gave us a lift.

The roads cars and police people

A young lady of businesswoman posture quickly waves to get in. After having reached ten kilometre distance, the police stops us. It seems this profession could be described similarly in many countries using the same tricks and needs, let it be Russia, Columbia or the village of Africa. Fines do not exist here, only bribes depending how sinful you were at the moment of the act. Debora cannot find her driving license in her wallet, and that could get her into big financial trouble. ‘I terribly don’t want to pay them’ she sounds desperate, so the entire car team is in search of the document. It was found soon under the seat, which causes a deep relief sigh.
But many policemen on our way will be creative in being suspicious even in the fact, that ‘how on earth is possible, that the black gives a lift to a white person’. But so far we are not a trouble for ourselves neither to a driver. So far.

Visi labai smalsūs ir norintys pašnekėti. | Everyone very curious and wanting to chat.

After such a rusty beginning Deborah is happy to chat about the poor rights of Zambian women, who are not able to own the land, and the rest of the issues. She works with American organisation, so for this moment the issues will be looked after. The Zambian women will be neglected as soon as the funding will run out.

This is going to be the first night on African soil. Every time after getting to a new continent or even a country, new questions arise, how we are going to find the calm place to rest. Locals warn immediately – there are lots of national parks, which means there are hyenas, lions and elephants which can cause problems. We guess the gas against the bear would not be enough against the lion. So we decide to stay closer to villages. And after first successful night staying close to the park officers homes, we get into routine of staying close to the schools, churches, and local home gardens. It gives us a bit of an insight how local live and have a chat with them.


Į kadrą įsėlinęs driežiukas. | Lizard crossing the street.

After hearing our unpractical offer to get the truck cabin for free, the drivers just looked us giving us an impression of ‘what on earth you think you are talking about’. But after a moment they stopped again, and a hand waved to us, meaning get in.’When I looked through the mirror at Karolis surprised face, I thought why not to help you. Money comes money goes.’ So we continue our couple hundreds journey with those drivers transporting white beer to the villages.

‘There is a joke’ Wezzy tells, ‘that if your friend is sick, you go to the witch, she gives something to drink or so, and then your friend is healthy again. You might think, that this is a joke, but in reality people still heavily rely on witchcraft despite the fact that education and church have a certain part in their lives. ‘Look at those trees, they are called mooleza, the leaves of those trees are used for every sort of treatment. They even heal STDs and AIDS. People don’t use condoms here, they are afraid of cancer that condoms may give. AIDS after all is a curse, so you better go to the witch to be treated. What is the advice she might give? Maybe go and sleep with a virgin eight year old girl. And if the husband dies, certainly his brother will take his place, to take away the curse. It doesn’t matter that the husband might have died from AIDS.

Žmonės maistą šildosi anglimis, kurias patys pasidaro iš vietos krūmų. Kodel ne pačius krūmus degina taip ir nesupratom. | People make their food by burning coal that they made from the surrounding bushes.

And if in the city you don’t know the local witch, you only need to look into the newspaper ads page:

Dr. Rashid from Malawi is in Zambia to solve all your problems 100% natural, you can choose the partner of your choice the same day result. Pay after success. Call 0972…

Dr. Chinyama 45 years experience will bring back lost lovers within hours, enlargment of man organ, financial. call….

Have you tried every where for help and failed: The solution is mama Faith, a woman with experience of 25 years in herbs that can solve and women problem with same day results pay after success mama Faith.

Ads from Post newspaper March 14, 2013

Even if Wezzy and Chuck are a bit silent at first, later you can hardly stop their chatter. The road is even as a table – the gift from China. The valleys and mountains are all snoozing in the heat, and the the breeze gets briefly through the window.

Milky beer

‘You probably will tell everyone and write that the truck drivers here drink strong alcohol with coca cola while they drive’, laughed they after opening yet another cocktail bottle under-covered as a simple coke bottle. Even the most complicated turns don’t seem to bother them. In fact, the alcoholics are on every corner here, called chackolua. They normally drink white beer, which looks rather like milk than the beer. The first time we saw guys with cartons in their hands, thought they drank milk, its just that it have a strange effect on them, they can hardly form a sentence. Its chibuku, according to the others, a horrible taste beer made from maze, yeast and sorghum.

Naktis mokyklos bibliotekoje. Pietų ir Centrinėje Amerikoje miegodavom šalia degalinių, o čia mokyklos kiekviename kaimelyje, tad visada esame maloniai priimami. | Night in a school's library. In Central and South Americas we slept close to gas or police stations, but here schools are at every bigger village, so we are welcomed everytime for a stay.

The truck slows down, until it stops completely. The driver preys on the police. If they are there, two of us will need to get out. If there are more than two people in the cabin, it means the driver gets extra cash. And that has to be divided between him and the official. As we don’t give any money to the driver – ant that would be unheard to the official – we need to reduce the number of the passengers. So one of us and the driver help walk through the little town.

Walking through the village you can observe the fans of the white beer society and loud woman selling fish and other things in the kiosks. Some compassion wave follows us. Nianja language is still like a bubbling pot for us, so the drivers helper explains the content of the sorry sorry sorry and of what follows. They inquire whether the mosquitoes were after me. Huh, how to explain that might be them or bugs in Brasil caught up and made those nicely lined awful bubbles on the hands and legs. To explain the trip becomes harder and harder, so we only tell we are on the way home to Europe by land.


Bibliotekoje: Marasmus - kūno išsekimas dėl maisto trūkumo. Simptomai: Visada alkanas, plonos išvaizdos, nervingo žvilgsnio, didelis pilvas ir seno žmogaus veidas.

Wuzzy and Chuck go very slowly as they stop now in every village to supply it with the desired chubuku. So after finally seeing a school in the distance, we decide to get out. The sun was setting and we needed to pitch the tent before the dark comes. The random guy comes to us and promises to lead us till the school, and so rightly does it. The school teachers listen attentively what on earth we are doing in this gods forgotten village, and instead of allowing to pitch the tent in the garden, they offer us a heart of the knowledge – the library. The school teachers houses are as good cement quality like school which you can distinguish from the mortal ones. To a job teachers go like to a special event, all dressed up in silk attire. We guess, despite not the big salary, they are the wise people of the village and the only ones to bridge the locals to the outside world.

Oras vėsus, o mašinų nėra per daugiausia, tai kam gi sėdėti. Pirmasis kontinentas, kuriame daugiausia tranzuojame eidami, o ne stovėdami. | Cool weather and a few cars, so why to sit waiting. It's the fist continent that we are walking while hitch-hiking.

In the library we quickly settle cozily on the carpet, and look through the books and pictures on the wall. There is one that attracts our attention. The drawn boy in the picture is with a big belly and old man face. Marasmus – its a physical exhaustion, or malnutrition in this case, might be quite a common thing. The porridge of maize, called nshima, might be a fulfilling the hungry stomachs but not nutritious at all. So locals are taught that nuts, dark greens and vegetables with oil needed to be wholesome. It seems the education works well, as the greens and tomatoes can be easily and cheaply bought everywhere. We follow their advice carefully.

In Zambia we got the feeling of a necessity to walk. We wake up in the morning, the sun shines over the fresh green hills and bright red soil, and we just walk and walk. We sit down to have a rest in the shadow near the tomato seller shed, we buy a home cooked donut and we proceed further.

Nicargua – ‘impression diet’ with few bends to ‘a vulcano on a lake’

Vakarėjanti Nikaragvos saulė | Nicaraguan sunset.

Honduras follows right after El Salvador. It’s a huge country comparing to El Salvador. The bumpy roads and dirty sideways are quite as a contrast to El Salvador’s neatness. It’s the shortest time we have spent in any country so far, couple hours to cross it. Nothing to be proud of, but nothing to regret to either. The more we travel, the more we understand, that you won’t be able to get to know all places, so choosing few and knowing them slightly better it’s much more of a valuable experience. Maybe that’s why living in Australia, staying few good weeks in Alaska, paddling down the Missisipe for a month, and later staying in Costa Rica for a month it’s both good rest and slower pace to learn things. But surely you got to sacrifice something otherwise you will need all your lifetime getting to know the world.

Momotombo ugnikalnis mus pasitiko puškuodamas. | Momotombo volcano met us puffing the smoke.

We hit the hot road with a zero shaddow. Ok, there is a burned down tree with few lousy branches. That’ll do. Otherwise it feels like you are on fire. Soon we are joined by a company of unequal share. They are soldiers, came to hitchhike, too. Nice one – they see a car, one of them gets out in the middle of the road all armed, shows to stop, and the car stops (but of course) to negotiate a deal. Trying to raise our hands we looked a bit ridiculous. So we thought to wait when they will finally get their lift, and then we will do our job. Fine they were, as soon as they got their car, luckilly some other car got to stop too. The soldier somehow convinced (we never asked or talked to them) to take us further. Good. Another truck, and we are out of Honduras nearly not noticing that.

We finally hitched a truck driver who brought us to a good spot in Nicaragua as he promised. In fact, with him we completely lost our confidence in Spanish language. It seems the more you go south the less likely you will get what are they talking about. He somehow hyperactivelly explains where should we go, which road to choose, apologising he is not going that way. And then he goes exactly that way. Oh well, we got to a beautiful spot just before Managua. The lake of Managua and the vulcano Momotombo. Nice calm spot for a night. The swimming is not recommended here – the capital just pours everything down the lake. But the view doesn’t stink.

Mūsų draugas iš CoutchSurfing. | Our friend from CoutchSurfing.

Here we realized that our senses came to a point where we need to make a stop. The vulcanos seem to look alike, the people becoming a challenge, and the heat is unbearable. ‘The impression diet’ we call our new plan. No trips/people/nothing. Only four walls, some movies, quick outs to have a proper food (Nicaragua is very cheap place to dwell, so we use that opportunity to enjoy what we can). For few days we don’t even couchsurf, we just find a cheap hostel and barricade ourselves in there. It helps. Only few days later we get in touch with Lenin.

Lenin is a superactive young man with a nose in every possible field. Programming, tourism, outdoor activities, volunteer in firebrigade. You name it, he is there. His home looks like a studio with a drum set and a hammock swinging. There we spent our days reading and doing almost nothing. No sightseeing – but what can you see in Managua after all, the locals sigh. We stay here for some days until we get to know we have been accepted on the farm to Costa Rica where we are going to spend the month working for food and shelter, and continuing our peaceful life. Christmas is around the corner, too.

Ivanauskaitė kelionių motyvacijai pakelti. | Lithuanian author's, traveller Ivanauskaite's books motivates us to move further.

The last bit of Nicaragua was pretty quick. No stop in Granada (oh dear, are we missing another touristy bit? ) doesn’t matter – we are off somewhere we are not tourist but rural life and peace. The last night near the Nicaragua lake with Ometepe island and two dorming vulcanos. We got a safe spot in hazienda, where the watchguard was kind to accept us, but not surprised. He solely inquired whether we are with bikes. Nah, hitchhiking we are. Well, some years ago some woman was riding a horse from Argentina, then a couple of Europeans on their bikes. Someone walking too. So we are just one of those on the road from Central to South America.

Kelyje link Kostarikos. | On the way to Costa Rica.

Goodbye Nicaragua. We are sorry maybe not being able to appreciate your full beauty, but you were far too hot for us now. People talk, Costa Rica climatewise is a paradise. Let’s try that one.


Sumatra – Lithuanian anthem during English lessons and a slow motion drive through the palm tree plantations.

Keltas Malaizija-Indonezija kainavo $60. | The Malaysia-Indonesia ferry costed around $60.

Malaysian city skyscrapers and serious busy-ness-like faces seemed to bring us back into a civilized world. So getting back into the streets of Indonesia felt like being back to street jungle and nature chaos. Here we commenced our new tempo life. A super slow drive through Indonesian islands of Sumatra, Java and Bali did not happen because of the unsuccessful hitching. Oppositely, this is one of our favorites ones to get a lift. It’s the approach the locals share. There is no need to hurry up. We are lured into this climate and slightly becoming slow motioners too.

‘Stay with my brother’ one old guy cought as soon as we were ready with our visas. Soon we and our non-miniature backpacks boarded a tatty trailer, attached to a lean moped, seeing every pothole as a potential risk to drop down.

Pirmoji diena Indonezijoje - pirmoji kelionės pamoka vaikams. Buvome pakviesti į vieną mažytę mokyklą papasakoti vaikams apie savo nuotykius šioje kelionėje. | The first day in Indonesia - the first lesson for kids. We were invited to a small local school to talk a bit about our journey and its adventures.

After a humble greeting exchange we got to learn soon that our schedule for the afternoon is tight. Instantly we found ourselves in front of kids and later teenagers to give English lessons. ‘Can you sing your national anthem?’ kids didn’t accept the apology of ‘ehm i have a rusty voice’. Got to stand up and sing it. Then they did their turn. Loudly and proudly they felt so patriotic about Indonesia. ‘How people cannot know the lyrics of their anthem’ 10 year old girl was serious about the case.

Later the older ones introduced a fact or two about their culture, about their charming and optimistic national character. Got to admit, when the truck getting over massive potholes was swaying like a ship in a storm, we observed a calm and humourous driver’s manner. One can only imagine a colourful range of curse anyone would use to complain about the quality of the roads. But not them…

Night near the church

Mokytoja vedė ritmingus ir visus vaikus įtraukiančius šokius. | The teacher was showing the moves and singing songs with the kids.

Hitching or ‘numpang’ in Indonesia is an easy job. You don’t need to walk hours out of the town, but raise a thumb, and mostly truck drivers stop and bring you along. So knowing that, as soon as we saw a place to pich a tent, we surprised our driver to stop immediately. There was a catholic church, so the fenced area looked a very good and holy spot to overnight here. Locals later invited us to their homes, but sometimes it’s easier to have your own space. Surely we didn’t refuse a dinner and a glas of home beer of a very bizzare taste. The nearby shop owner told of frequent christian church terrorist attacks, so no wonder why at first they looked at us suspiciously.

At night three kids were present to help us along with pitching the tents. The great small inventors soon brought a rock to stick our tent pegs into a hard surface. The crystal clear roof should resist any tropical rain that approaches now every so often. More often.

Vaikai bažnyčioje su kuriais Karolis žaidė futbolą tą rytą. | Kids in the church that Karolis was playing football with

In the morning the neighbours served us with hot chocolate and buns brought straight to the tent. In a moment or two, there was a full yard of kids coming to a service, so playing a football with them gave us and them giggles and a bit of fun. Then surely they wanted us to tell them a little bit about ourselves and oh dear sing in front of the army adventurous-hungry faces. Luckily, kids camp experience solved the situation.

You cannot hurry through Sumatra. And so you don’t need it too. The drivers are so relaxed and often take their rest sipping ‘copi susu’ – milky tasty ground coffee, so you do not have any choice. You just swing along cracking banana or some vegetable crisps. So when we finally got stuck for a day in the palm tree plantation, not too far from the factory producing palm oil, we calmly had englishless bodylanguaged jokes with a bunch of same fate drivers.

Besikeliant tarp Sumatros ir Java salų prie kranto vandenyje sukiojosi vaikų būrelis, laukiantis kol pro kelto langus kas išmes jiems pinigų. | While on the ferry from Sumatra to Java islands there were few kinds in the water waiting for people to drop money.

Our driver doesn’t get calm till he brings us home, and no one minds the renovation process taking place. His wife fries us a mountain of fish, the neighbours gather around to curiously observe us and get a picture or two so the next morning they can show their classmates some strangers.

The ferry from Sumatra to Java is cheap, and so we skipping the hitching part (which later on we realise it is still possible in a hopping island process). The water is bright green or blue – it is hard to tell as it changes within minutes meeting a different angle of the sun. So we got used to a relaxed rythm of Sumatra life. We have heard Java, especially its western part is tightly populated, so perhaps we need to switch another kind of button.

Java island: the tatty trains, boiling Bromo and Prambanan temple

Mus priėmęs mielas žmogus. | One of unexpected helpful hosts.

As soon as we cross the water, the new life begins. We escape the chaos into the internet cafe to plan the next our bit. Very soon we get to know a local guy Roshman, who instantly invites us to his home. He does it as he openly admits not because of us (well surely not, he only knows us for couple minutes), but to honour God’s gift. And that is us. Guests. His mom, all humble and pleasant prepares us a cuppa.
Roshman gives a brief account of why and how he has got faith in God. He could not do it, if Islam was not logical he admits. I can see the logic in Mohammed’s teachings. If the science eventually proves something, it’s all been adviced or found before in islamic teachings.


One day the driver brought us to the railway station, and we got curious whether hitching the cargo trains is still the case in Indonesia. It used to be that some seats existed for the most poor ones, and hitchhikers could use if they were quick enough. Unfortunately this is not the case anymore, and so we just had some paid (seriously cheap) train experience instead.

Kelis kartus važiavome traukiniu. Kiek liūdna ir chaotiška patirtis. Daug triukšmo, šiukšlių, valkataujančių žmonių ir prekeivių. | Fre times we tried an indonesian train. It's a bit sad and chaotic experience. A lot of noise, rubbish, beggars and vendors.

When we boarded the dark slightly terrifying train, the floor was covered with a thick layer of the mushy fruits, bottles, and scraps. The seats are all facing each other, so you cannot avoid a communal ride feeling. As soon as the train begins to move, the life commences. The vendors circumnavigate the train offering all sorts of goodies starting with sweet food, stickers, shoes and clothing, finishing with the opportunity to fill your lighter. The second wave is the beggars, which some of them seem to be genuinely disabled, but some younger ones use it as a way to earn their living. Then a non stop string of musicians offering a kitch to rock music. The noise gets to an impossible extent. The train stops. The noise disappears. It starts moving, and the small child goes swiping the floor waiting people to pay for his job. This practice is certainly intercontinental as you may find it in Moscow, La Paz or Nairobi. This is always a test to your consciousness, or… logic. You may feel well giving some pennies to a poor little child, but it may have a disastrous consequence. The kids don’t usually work for themselves, they are a part of a streetbeggars mafia net. The more we travel the more we understand that wealthy tourists wanting to calm their consciousness and give a tenner to a beggar in fact does no good. Maybe for another day.


Šventykla už- kurią sumokėjome po $12!! Vietiniams per pus pigiau.. :/ | Temple for which we had to pay $12!! Its half the price for locals.. :/

You can immediately get the feel of cultural and educational centre of Java, and possibly Indonesia too. The students sitting till the night playing music and chatting. Two of the most valuable and famous sightseening places. The range of universities and musuems, all is there for your interest.

We choose Prambanan to feed the cultural hunger. It’s expensive. We close our eyes, calculate our budget and decide to enter it. This temple is one of those artchitectural wonders. The only thing is you have to put up with tourits. Throughout our journey we turning into some sort of savages trying to allienate ourselves from organised people who follow umbrella and turn their heads and ears upon the command. We sense the masks and a cheat from the locals trying to present their cultural values. This artificial approach may be of some value for some, but it only creates a distance in our world.

Bromo vulcano

Svečiuose pas mūsų draugą, kolekcionierių ir šiaip labai išmintingą draugą. | Visiting our intelligent friend's house.

Just before deciding which crater we are going to attack, we unexpectedly hitched a local person Adhi, who was just going to give a lecture to a local group how to make their community work better. He soon invited us to his home, which turned out to be nearly a museum instead. The items around his dining hall looked like they stepped down from some colonial times (which in fact they were). Cameras, sewing machine, calculator, shaddow puppets, cooking utensils. Even our bed was like from a retro movie. Coconut juice in the morning, and his advice to go to Bromo. He is an outdoor instructor during the weekend, so he know what he is talking about.

The trip through the western part of Java is one breakless town. The noise, the kind but overwhelming attention and the lack of sleep tire us out, and we look forward to get to the nature. The eastern part of Java slows down the rythm. We get to the town up near Bromo, but have no intention of joining the crowd to visit this nature wonder. We reach the desert looking plain with a few ereceted vulcanos, and go against the torrent to pitch the tent somewhere closer to it. The silence falls, and the noise still ringing in our ears soon fades away.

Žygiuojant pro dulkėmis nusėtą dykumą. | While hiking on the dusty desert.

In the morning we wake up later than planned but right before the sunrise. We are far way from the roaring crowd trying to wake up sun with their maddenning screams. We have our own top of the canyon, a Cinematic Orchestra tune and surely the impressive paysage in front and behind us. The top of our liberation feeling is a wild dance when the sun is up. We are so happy finding our corner.

So climbing up the crater was one of those unusual hikes too. Our own path, our own hardships, and our own corner of the crater. We get up high, and our jaws drop down. This living mountain spitting white clouds and boiling sulphur feels like a living animal. You don’t want to mess with it.

Ant Bromo vulkano krašto, žvelgiant į burbuliuojantį pragarą. | On the edge of the Bromo vulcano looking down the boiling hell.

We walk along the sharp edge. The wind blows tiny particles which we cannot call sand. It all feels a bit magical. And to extend that off the beaten track experience we walk down through some river washout beds. Some of them high and steep to a level we need to use the ropes. In that manner we use it for the first time, and truth to say it was a spine chilling experience, with the hardest bit of it – to ‘let go’.
A chill out evening to calm down adrenaline, and we move on towards Bali. In fact, to hitch a vehicle from the very touristy place appears to be possible too. Just we were prepared to sit on the sides next to the motorbikes. All the way down the turns left and right.

Bali – hindu statues in the jungles and beaches

Our patient drivers held us in the cabin till the ferry. And so we got into it for free. So after all, the island hopping for free is possible too. You only need to stay with the drivers, and then no one is going to check the tickets.

Prie vandenyno. | Near the ocean.

The atmosphere changes immediately upon the arrival to Bali. The few statues of hindu deities increase into vast amounts hidden and openly displayed in small towns, jungles or near the beaches. No wonder why our faces are glued to the window.

As we wanted to spend some time near the ocean too, our drivers were not surprised why we wanted an immediate stop when we saw a beautiful place. We thought it was an accidental place to see a bit of ocean water. We got surprised to see a quite neglected but nevertheless beautiful temple straight on the beach. We very soon dive into the high waves, and wash down all the heat.

Going to Denpasar with a small truck we are enjoying the fresh views of jungles and the beauty. Our trip is nearing to an end. Despite the chaos and fatigue, this journey through Indonesia was one big adventure.

On the way to Austalia

Skrydis į Pertą. Australija. $100. | Flight to Perth. Australia. $100.

To the airport – bear in mind it was the only possibility to get to the new continent – we arrived surely too early. Like savage kids we feel a bit strange to the tourists marching around. We need our corner. So we rush out to the beach which is not too close, but close enough to be able to spend an afternoon there instead of catching breath in airport. The sunset, departing and landing airplanes, ships on the waves. It’s a good place to say goodbye to one stage of our trip.

Practical advices

We can only share our humble experience bearing in mind we don’t use hostels. It’s a country around or exactly on the equator so you can only imagine how hot it can get at times. Frequently was not possible to sleep inside the tent, if you wanted to breath. Locals would warn you of the snakes too, even though these animals are pretty fearful creatures. But still we found that the best experience is to find a shed which always is lifted a bit on poles. If you go with drivers, they will use those sheds too. So you are sorted. Otherwise we also used the places like sheds which in the daytime been used for selling fruits. We always used the mosquito net outdoors to prevent annoying and malaria bearing mosquitos. Indonesians by the way are very hospitalble people, so very likely you will be invited home too. And you will be thanked for that as well.

It’s a pleasure to hitchhike here. Some drivers will even know some English, but otherwise they all mimic as they are actors. Using the full potential of body language. Most probably the truck drivers will take you on, but then you are sorted for days and you don’t need to worry about getting stuck in that unbroken chain of towns i.e. Java island. But if you don’t use the highway you will go slow. We mean it. The roads are awful, the drivers will use frequent opportunities to have a ‘copi susu’ (coffee with milk). The patience will be rewared with breakfasts, dinners and lunches, and they won’t let you pay for any of it.

To eat in Indonesia is a full pleasure. The islands are surrounded by waters, so the fish meals are fresh, cheap and delicious. The cheapest meal we got were 2 portions of fish, veggies and rice for 1.5 dollar. Kopi susu (fresh grounded coffee with milk wont cost you more than 50cents, often much cheaper. Fruits are exotic, so you eat it while you can.

This is one of the countries where the sweat freely flows down. So the higiene question is certainly very important. Fortunately being a Muslim country, they observe their cleanliness thoroughly. Hence the showers – or buckets, basins of water with plastic cups are everywhere and everyone is taking ‘a shower’ as soon as they can. Some options are romantic – tin walls and palm tree above your head.
We drink only bottled water, and so we brush the teeth with one as well. So far had no health problems.

Traveling from Malaysia by ferry bear in mind if you don’t have a visa and want to make one on arrival you should go to Dumai port. Visa is 25$. Sometimes they ask for the departure tickets in order to make visa, but they did not ask us to do it.

Some phrases for travelers:

Hello – helo
Bye – dada
Thanks – trimakasi
Delicious – ena
Eat – makan
Shower – mandi
Sleep – tedur
Water – ayr
Hot – panas
Hitchhiking – numpang (if you say this magical word, it all becomes clear as Indonesians know pretty well the concept of hitching).
How many kilometres – brapa kilo
How much does it cost – brapa baer

1 – shatoo
2 – dua
3 – tiga
4 – ampat
5 – lima
6 – anam
7 – toodjoo
8 – dilapan
9 – sembilan
10- sepooloo

Day – ari
Month – būlan
Year – taham

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