This morning we decided it was best to catch some sun in
hope to disguise some of our distinguishable pale skin. We followed a jetty
into the lake, spending the morning painting and reading. The distant sounds of
elephants contended with the Batak singing morning hymes. The lake was
saturated with life, blue carp, huge water snails and more Batak children bobbing
around in the water.
We took a walk through the village to see what we could
find. 3 bike mounted children took it upon themselves to harass us as we
walked, taking it in turns to ride at Sarah, swerving at the last moment in
hope to scare her. Tourist shops lined the narrow road selling books, bikes and
food, most also sold magic mushrooms (legal in toba).
We ended the day with some traditional Batak singing and
dancing. Drinking freshly squeeze fruit juice, the Bataks played guitars,
banged drums and sang songs about drinking and stuff, we got roped in on occasion
to have a little dance.
Sarah with the lake
Fat local kid paddles his canoe
Beautiful views
Traditional Batak singing
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