Imagine, if you can, five hours on a bus full, to bursting, with people to whom `Listerine` and `Sure` are unknown entities, a driver who thinks he`s in the World Rally Championship, on roads that never run straight, wildfowl shoved under seats, numerous women who don`t travel to well and spend most of their time vomiting into any available receptacle {the woman next to me was most grateful for the use of a couple of my `Wet Ones`!}, smoke from cheap Indonesian cigarettes {nearly ALL men smoke}. All this accompanied by the loudest Indonesian music played on speakers clearly not designed for the set volume level.
That is Indonesian bus travel.
I`m here in Moni to see the 3 lakes of Kelimutu. They`re 3 lakes on top of an extict volcano that change colour periodically, according to whatever mineral they`re dissolving. When I got there, 1 was a milky, emerald colour and the other 2 were the colour of Coca-Cola! Not THAT impressive - in fact, it reminded me of a quarry!
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