We wake early to pack in preperation for our flight. Jumping
into the first passing Ojek, we request our destination as Medan Airport,
Domesic Terminal... Unfortunately, our drivers English is extremely limited,
meaning much repitition and hand gestures are required, we are anxious that he
still doesn't know where we're going. Although this doesn't stop him from
trying to make convesation, insising on talking at me in Indonesian, despite me
making it quite clear I have no idea what he's saying. This is quite the habit
of Ojek drivers in Indonesia, they'll try to make convesation with you, paying
no consideration to the road, seemingly in hope to squeeze a better rate/tip
from you.
The short 2 hour flight takes us back to the familiar city
of Jakarta. Marching past the lines of optimisic unmarked taxi's, we find the
Bluebird taxi rank, taking relief in the metered, safe and reliable form of
transport. The hussle of Jakarta seems almost tame since leaving Medan, a sign
of how desensitised I've become to the anarchy of Indonesian cities.
Tune Hotels is a real comfort. The first time we'd seen air
conditioning in a month, the first time we'd taken hot showers in a month, the
first time we'd been able to sleep under a duvet. We sip lime iced tea on the
front porch of the hotel, I tuck into a club sandwich and fries, I sit proudly
on the flushable western toilet, then we spend the rest of the evening in bed
watching cartoons and terrible american tv shows.
The grey of Medan
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