Local buses in Flores.
Oooh, they’re not very comfy. It’s actually not the comfort that’s lacking but it takes forever and there’s about 10 people too many for that small bus. 130km in 7 hours? We’re popping anti motion sickness pills like crazy! Hey, even locals are emptying there stomachs in front and in the back.
Moving around on Flores is not very easy. You have to book a bus via travel agency and pay extra. The other option is to ask 20 people about the transport and they all give you different info and sometimes you wander aimlessly from one road to another. The minibuses go when they’re full and bemos (big cars that drive short distances around the city) always want more money then it was said in the beginning. Ojeks (man on a motorbike) are kinda expensive as well and we would need two, for each his own. You can also use a truck, which is a truck with wooden benches (painful on your butt and spine) and renting a motorbike is super expensive. We always ask a local how much it costs because the price can easily triple. Even India was easier 🙂
In Ruteng we stayed at bus driver’s family, it was so cooooold! We slept with our woolen hats on 😀 But they were super friendly and we were part of the family for a while. We went to see Todo, traditional village. The truck ride was painful (I still have some bruises on my back). The man in the office somehow managed to get 100.000 IDR instead of 40.000 IDR from us by muttering about souvenirs which we didn’t see. The village was ok, nothing special and there was no other possibility to get back than expensive ojek. The day was long and hard on our wallet. We did found out we won the Big Blog Exchange 🙂
In Bajawa we rented a motorbike for 125.000 IDR and went exploring. Bena village had a special ceremony where people were dancing and drumming, and the village itself is very beautiful. Luba village was almost empty but we did have a coffee with a nice family. Coffee here is a big thing and everybody drys and roasts it for their own use. There is the beautiful smell of roasted coffee and cloves on the streets. Makes me think of grandma and her apple compote.
There is a special thing that I really like here. Sarongs are not like elsewhere, they’re stitched in a loop and used as a skirt or just put it over their head and body as a blanket. Sometimes they even carry their babies inside. It’s usually black with tiny patterns and is hand made. If only my baggage was not so limited 🙂