I'm sunburnt everywhere. I keep putting sun cream on but the
sun is winning. It’s impossible to do anything without the piercing heat of the
sun slowly roasting parts of my body.
I'm refusing to walk anywhere too far, my shoes are at the
end of their life and I'm worried they'll die before we get a chance to get
money out for new ones. So we spend the day by the lake drawing and reading. We
witness a couple of German hunks braving the infamous canoe, to great amusement
too all the occupants of the cafe on the side of the lake, screams of
"NEIN" echo across the lake as the two German lads tragically capsize
the canoe and land face first into lake. They then repeat this process several
times.
I'm excited to continue our journey tomorrow. Lake Toba has
been beautiful and welcoming, the culture and their way of life is charming and
to be admired. But as outsiders we can only observe and smile from the side-lines
as they desperately try to feed us, sell us something or simply encourage a
conversation from us.
We're staying at a place called Bagus Bay, ran by a charming
Batak mam called Saba. On arrival Saba had admired my £3.99 Matalan necklace, a
metal tusk with tribal patterns. On the island it seems metal jewellery is a
rare find, most being carved from coconut and wood. I gave him the necklace as
a gift, in which he's worn proudly every day since. He'll tell his friends how
it came from a distant land... Matalan.
Sabar wears his new necklace
The sun sets over Danau Toba
Late night music, true Batak spirit
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