We left Lake Toba on a ferry boat with the loudest horn known to man. Rather than head back to the other side of the island we stayed on, and ride across the bridge to get back to the mainland, we opted for the faster, and probably also cheaper route…3 people and two big bikes on the relatively empty ferry cost less than $3…not too bad.
Shortly after getting off the ferry, we had another bird casualty…one flew directly in front of me and straight into my knee. I thought that was the end of it, but a little while later when stopping for gas, I noticed that he was stuck in my luggage rack…sorry, dude.
Some of the villages in this area are sporting these spacey looking little sidecars on little scooters that they use as taxis. If it weren’t for the ancient looking Vespa powering the rig, it’d look pretty Jeston’s-like.
We stopped for some food in Harau Valley, and these 5 kids were playing an endless game of race-across-the-street-and-jump-into-the-pool
The daughter of the restaurant’s owner followed us around, taking every chance she could to pose for photos
Her sister was a bit more shy