On the ride in, I nearly ran into a huge rooster…luckily I hit the brakes just in time for him to barely run to safety, only to be slammed into by an oncoming scooter half a second later, which flung him into Ben and Andrea, who were right behind me…sorry old friend.
As we rode into town, we noticed a lot more churches, and fewer mosques, which meant one thing…restaurants would have pork!
We stayed in a traditional Batak house, which you see scattered throughout all the towns in Northern Sumatra. It’s a really interesting design, but the only issue is that the front door is tiny, about 2ftx2ft, so you have to crawl inside. Luckily the place didn’t catch fire or the three of us would’ve had a hell of a time getting out of there.