Bad organisation means we hadn’t brought enough cash with us
to the Island. After travelling here we have been left with about £35 each,
which needs to cover our room, food and anything else, this has required
serious budgeting.
We heard rumours of a cashpoint in the next village,
Ambarita, a 5km walk away. We woke at 5.30am to avoid the heat of the day, and
set off down a dusty track occupied with skinny chickens, shaggy dogs and
sleepy locals. The sun rose over the island at around 6.30, gracing our walk
with stunning views of the lake, glimpsing into the morning routine as locals
went about tending to their livestock and cooking breakfast.
We passed the rumoured stone chairs of the Batak elders, a
place in which ethics and politics was once debated by ancient Batak people.
Arriving at the ATM, we found it didn’t accept any of our cards, leaving us
still skint. No beers or party for us until we leave the island.
I paint another picture today. Water lily’s and a flower.
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