Semporna, Malaysia, Borneo To Manado, Indonesia, Sulawesi.
I woke to a storm in Mabul and decided if I dove I’d miss my free ride off the island but I also knew I’d dive again. So I regretfully passed on the late morning dive and got my way back to Semporna and I made light arrangements to get to the airport in Tawau. There was a kidnapping in Semporna that very night. Of course I heard it from my taxi driver who took me to Tawau Airport. He said Semporna is a dangerous place. I found out at the airport that I needed an Indonesian visa before hand because this is basically the back door into Indonesia. So off I went to Indonesian Consulate and had to change in a bathroom into pants to get in. There were signs everywhere and the security guard at the door pointed down the side of the building to the bathrooms. I then signed in and got a temporary guest card and sat in front of window 4. Through a series of forms and money they gave me my visa but it was too late to catch the plane to Tarakan.
I changed my plans at the Indonesian Consulate in Tawau after I spoke with a guy named Alec from Mother Russia. He didn’t know that there are still Russian Orthodox villages in Alaska that never left when the U.S. bought Alaska for 3 cents an acre way back when. ‘Little did they know what lay just there on the surface and below.’ Anyway we were having a chat and he was saying that going to Derawan entailed a flight to Tarakan, a ferryboat to Tanjund Selor, a taxi to Tangun Batu and a speed boat out to Derawan that could cost 200,000 to 300,000 Rupiah for the whole boat but if no one else is going, it’s a bit over the top. Alec suggested Manado on Sulawesi and GREAT diving. The fact that I’m wandering around means I can change plans and wander where ever I want; I chose two flights and a short drive to the harbor and islands surrounded by dive sights near a town called Manado.
As I was getting my Indonesian Visa two Germans came into the Consulate wearing shorts, totally disregarding the signs posted everywhere. They were trying to get to Tarakan in an hour. They rushed the window, filled out the forms but didn’t have enough money for the two visas. I volunteered the money to get them out of the way. We ended up leaving at the same time and shared a taxi to an ATM. They had missed there flight and were heading for town to jump a ferry to Tarakan but they didn’t get there, they only got half way and spent the night on an island waiting for another ferry and arriving same time as I did. They paid me back before they ran off. They were racing past the best of the best diving in this area of the planet to go to Lombok and Gili Trawngan, a party island; to each his own.
I booked a flight for the next day and stayed in Tawau for the night and had some great curried chicken, roti and sweet tea. I went back to the Grace @ Chester Hotel that is moderately priced, clean, and central. (Ph. # 089 751115). From my window I watched the port activity with a cup of tea in hand. By 7 pm the streets were empty and shops locked up. Lightening strikes flashed in the distant East, precluding rain in town.
My taxi driver from the day before picked me up at 10 am and off to the airport we went for a 1210 to Tarakan. At the Tarakan Airport, 40 minutes later, Garuda quoted a ticket to Manado at 2,600,000 Rupiah. I could only get 1,500,000 out of the ATM. I asked what time the flight left and Garuda said 1245 in the afternoon. I did have a stack of Ringgit and the taxi drivers in front of the airport were more than willing to exchange money but of course at a lower rate. I grabbed a taxi in to town because I needed a room anyway. The taxi driver was more than willing to stop anywhere I wanted but I told him to go to a cheap hotel. He got me there and I asked how much and the receptionist said, 200,000 Rupiah. I smirked and stood up to leave and they panicked and asked me to sit back down and he quoted me 80,000 Rupiah. I said okay to $7.50/night. It’s funny how bargaining works really well around here. P.S. Always bargain unless the rates are written down because they will try and tare money out of your wallet at any chance. 1USD = 12,000 Rupiah. Even the money exchangers are trying to get a cut out of you. There it was 4,000 Rupiah to 1 Ringgit and it’s three Ringgit to 1 USD and 30 Baht to the USD. In 2012 I was in Java and Sumatra having fun with some university mates out on the Mentawi Islands surfing, fishing and checking out the Tsunami damage. The Rupiah was 9,000 Rupiah to the USD. I’m living large now.
I continued down the street and picked up my forth SIM card and went and bought a ticket through Lion Air for 1,530,000, 1,000,000 Rupiah cheaper, approximately 80.00 USD lower than Garuda.
My hotel I stayed in had a screaming child that rode a four wheeler up and down my hall until 2300 screaming for it’s mother who was sitting in reception at the end of the hall. I watched the World Cup replays until the child stopped screaming.
Tarakan to Balikpapan, Balikpapan to Manado, I’m now traveling on pure faith that Alec knows what he’s talking about. In Manado I receive a text saying that someone is waiting to take me to a hotel and to a boat the next morning. He says, you’ll be easy to spot being the only foreigner in the airport. We meet and he drove me to Hotel Wisata. (Jl. Sam Ratulangi No 7. Ph # 62-0431-860908. Manado, North Sulawesi). It was 200,000 Rupiah/ $18 USD with breakfast included and the room was massive, air-con, big bathroom, OH and HOT water, kind of a special touch, not that you need it but it’s nice. Mario and I made plans to meet at 8 am the next day and dump me at the harbor where I would catch a boat to Bunaken Island off the coast of Manado township and Daniel’s Homestay and Immanuel Divers. It’s the cheapest and most fun on the island. I floated in a little late and the divers were all out doing their thing. It was all right with me, I had been watching the World Cup all night again in the hotel so chill and write was all right with me. There was a major break threw in the manuscript of my third novel and I’m trying to catch up to my mind and that ladies and gentlemen is no small undertaking; turtle!
The night was classic. After a short walk through the village to see the Christian Church and get a water bottle, because water, tea and coffee are free at Daniel’s Homestay but you need a water bottle. I had none and should have bought at least two big bottles in Manado and anything else you will want, just to get it in Manado to get it started. Like this bridge, it's been like this for 15 years, hanging over the harbor. I think it's because there have been two presidents since it the project began.
We all joined up for dinner and a professional photographer, Hans Gert Broeder, who has been living here for six months taking the most incredible underwater shots I’ve ever seen. The time he takes with his shots is pure pleasure for him and all the viewers. He’s an inspiration to an amateur like me. Besides the pictures on the walls, he’s in more contests than I have fingers and he’s making money with his art.
I woke up at some ungodly hour and started writing before the roasters started crowing and the light was just kicking in. Manuscript is fine and the blog needs to be addressed for you and me. I did two dives, one at 0830 and another around noon. Both dives were around 20 meters and oh my, now I know why Hans Gert Broeder hangs out here.
I took a walk with a Slovenian woman through town and on down past where we’re staying. There’s no one at Daniels and we saw more people walking than anywhere else. It’s not a big island and it’s not over run. No one bothers you; no one is selling you anything. I haven’t been so chilled out since I can remember. All I want to do now is dive and drift and shoot amateur photos until I understand what I’m doing, OH an Orangutan Crab!
I saw no sharks but heard stories of pods of dolphins 200 strong passing through the islands. Tomorrow is another day in the same place. See you then
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