I was quite thankful that it was a simple process to catch a
ferry from the island of Flores to the island of Sambawa. I jumped on at the
Labuan Bajo terminal and 6 hours later I was riding the bike off the ferry at
the Sape terminal, with not even the slightest hassle. I had been told that
Sambawa was quite conservative and that it was a scenic island with a great
road system but it offered little in the way of tourism, with that in mind I decided
to head straight from Sape to Pantai Lakey, a world renowned surf beach. Pantai
Lakey was full of surfers from all over the world and quite a large percentage
were Aussies, many stay for a few months at a time to take advantage of the
cheap lifestyle and the consistently good waves. I arrived in Lakey in time for
New Years Eve and it was a great place to be celebrating, there was a strange
mix of surfers and a huge amount of locals that swarmed there for the
celebrations, with a few of the beach front hotels playing louder and louder
music in competition with their neighbouring establishments. I had met a rider
by the name of Rohan when I was in Darwin, he was riding to England on a Yamaha
Tenere and I was lucky to of caught up with him for New Years in Pantai Lakey.
We spent a few days hanging out at the beach and then rode together for the
trip across Sambawa.
Rather than follow
the highway all the way we did a detour to ride around the base of Mount
Tambora, its eruption in April 10th 1815 has the reputation of being
the largest volcanic explosion in human history and the resulting ash cloud
caused what was known as “the year without summer” throughout Europe and North
America in 1816. The detour was worthwhile, it took us on a road that felt like
real adventure riding, it had a mixture of muddy mountain passes, smooth
winding asphalt, creek crossings and off road sections, the scenery was
spectacular, with the imposing mount Tambora always looming to our left. We
spent the night at a modest guest house at the base of the mountain and headed
off the next morning to see if we could make the ferry terminal for Lombok. We
completed our loop of Tambora and jumped back on the highway, there was a vast
difference between the two roads and all of a sudden we were zooming along on a
smooth, winding coastal road all the way to the terminal at Poto Tano. Our dream
run of riding continued as there was a ferry ready to go at the terminal,
within 30 minutes of arriving in town we were on the ferry heading to the
island of Lombok. It was a short trip between islands and in under 2 hours we
were disembarking at Labuan Lombok with a few hours of daylight to go. We
deciding to try and get to the base of mount Rinjani, where we planned a 3 day
hike to the summit, the road was once again mind blowing, the steep ascent had
one sharp bend after another and threaded its way between two mountains with
one scenic vista followed by the next.
Mount Rinjani was on my list of must do’s in Indonesia, I
was a little concerned that the hiking season may have ended due the rainy
season but upon arriving we were told that the mountain was still open for 5
days…. Perfect!!! I had initially wanted to take my own gear and just hire a
guide however the guide company insisted that we take a porter to look after
our equipment while we did the summit. The hike was challenging but really enjoyable,
the porters took care of the food but I took all my other gear so I was happy
that I wasn’t doing it too easy like most of the other hikers and the porter
was happy because he didn’t have to carry too much. We set the tents up at what
they called base camp, which was a very windy ridgeline, it was very fortunate
that the rain only started after the tents were set up but once it came it
poured down steadily. I was loving the food that the porter cooked, I was given
large portions of Mie Goreng and Gado Gado, it was absolutely delicious, much
better than the usual 2 minute noodles and oats that I take on a hiking trip.
Man or Mouse: I finished my dinner on the first night and
left the plate with left over chicken bones in my tent, I also left the tent zip
slightly open planning to take the dish over to the guide’s tent when the rain
died down. I must have dozed off and woke up to a rustling next to my head, I
looked over and saw the silhouette of what I thought was a large rat in the
tent with me. I quickly sat upright and grabbed my torch, trying to locate the
intruder. Once I had him in the torch beam I realised that it was more likely a
very large hopping mouse than a rat but in the small confines of a 2 man tent
one seemed as bad as the other. It seemed as though an epic battle may brew
between myself and the savage beast, he was as keen to get out of the tent as I
was to get him out, I just didn’t want to get rabies from a rodent bite in the
process. We managed to circle each other in the tiny tent for a good 5 minutes
before I finally ushered him out the tent, I think it was a win/win, I threw the
bones outside for him to nibble on and I managed to get through the whole
situation without screaming like a girl.
I was quite thankful that it was a simple process to catch a
ferry from the island of Flores to the island of Sambawa. I jumped on at the
Labuan Bajo terminal and 6 hours later I was riding the bike off the ferry at
the Sape terminal, with not even the slightest hassle. I had been told that
Sambawa was quite conservative and that it was a scenic island with a great
road system but it offered little in the way of tourism, with that in mind I decided
to head straight from Sape to Pantai Lakey, a world renowned surf beach. Pantai
Lakey was full of surfers from all over the world and quite a large percentage
were Aussies, many stay for a few months at a time to take advantage of the
cheap lifestyle and the consistently good waves. I arrived in Lakey in time for
New Years Eve and it was a great place to be celebrating, there was a strange
mix of surfers and a huge amount of locals that swarmed there for the
celebrations, with a few of the beach front hotels playing louder and louder
music in competition with their neighbouring establishments. I had met a rider
by the name of Rohan when I was in Darwin, he was riding to England on a Yamaha
Tenere and I was lucky to of caught up with him for New Years in Pantai Lakey.
We spent a few days hanging out at the beach and then rode together for the
trip across Sambawa.
Rather than follow
the highway all the way we did a detour to ride around the base of Mount
Tambora, its eruption in April 10th 1815 has the reputation of being
the largest volcanic explosion in human history and the resulting ash cloud
caused what was known as “the year without summer” throughout Europe and North
America in 1816. The detour was worthwhile, it took us on a road that felt like
real adventure riding, it had a mixture of muddy mountain passes, smooth
winding asphalt, creek crossings and off road sections, the scenery was
spectacular, with the imposing mount Tambora always looming to our left. We
spent the night at a modest guest house at the base of the mountain and headed
off the next morning to see if we could make the ferry terminal for Lombok. We
completed our loop of Tambora and jumped back on the highway, there was a vast
difference between the two roads and all of a sudden we were zooming along on a
smooth, winding coastal road all the way to the terminal at Poto Tano. Our dream
run of riding continued as there was a ferry ready to go at the terminal,
within 30 minutes of arriving in town we were on the ferry heading to the
island of Lombok. It was a short trip between islands and in under 2 hours we
were disembarking at Labuan Lombok with a few hours of daylight to go. We
deciding to try and get to the base of mount Rinjani, where we planned a 3 day
hike to the summit, the road was once again mind blowing, the steep ascent had
one sharp bend after another and threaded its way between two mountains with
one scenic vista followed by the next.
Mount Rinjani was on my list of must do’s in Indonesia, I
was a little concerned that the hiking season may have ended due the rainy
season but upon arriving we were told that the mountain was still open for 5
days…. Perfect!!! I had initially wanted to take my own gear and just hire a
guide however the guide company insisted that we take a porter to look after
our equipment while we did the summit. The hike was challenging but really enjoyable,
the porters took care of the food but I took all my other gear so I was happy
that I wasn’t doing it too easy like most of the other hikers and the porter
was happy because he didn’t have to carry too much. We set the tents up at what
they called base camp, which was a very windy ridgeline, it was very fortunate
that the rain only started after the tents were set up but once it came it
poured down steadily. I was loving the food that the porter cooked, I was given
large portions of Mie Goreng and Gado Gado, it was absolutely delicious, much
better than the usual 2 minute noodles and oats that I take on a hiking trip.
Man or Mouse: I finished my dinner on the first night and
left the plate with left over chicken bones in my tent, I also left the tent zip
slightly open planning to take the dish over to the guide’s tent when the rain
died down. I must have dozed off and woke up to a rustling next to my head, I
looked over and saw the silhouette of what I thought was a large rat in the
tent with me. I quickly sat upright and grabbed my torch, trying to locate the
intruder. Once I had him in the torch beam I realised that it was more likely a
very large hopping mouse than a rat but in the small confines of a 2 man tent
one seemed as bad as the other. It seemed as though an epic battle may brew
between myself and the savage beast, he was as keen to get out of the tent as I
was to get him out, I just didn’t want to get rabies from a rodent bite in the
process. We managed to circle each other in the tiny tent for a good 5 minutes
before I finally ushered him out the tent, I think it was a win/win, I threw the
bones outside for him to nibble on and I managed to get through the whole
situation without screaming like a girl.
I woke up 2am to reach the summit for sunrise, I was quite
surprised at how steep and slippery the track was to the top, it was also
ridiculously cold, lucky I had my goose down puffer jacket with me. I managed
to beat the guide to the summit, which pleased my competitive side and enjoyed
the view over the volcano crater from 3700 metres. I’m pretty sure to make up
for being beaten up the hill my young guide decided to teach me a lesson on how
to get down the mountain fast, we ended up running down the steep shaly
mountain ridge, racing each other and flying past people on the way, it was
bloody good fun but he well and truly beat me down. That afternoon we did a
second walk to the crater lake and hot springs before heading back down the
mountain the next morning. Rinjani certainly lived up to its reputation, it was
a magical 3 days and 2 nights but I was looking forward to reaching the tourist
town of Senggigi for a well earned massage