Regrettably, that’s a multi-millionaire with a poor connection – no photos on this post, I’m afraid. Anyway…
There’s something strange about the money here in Indonesia.
It took me a while to work out that everywhere I’ve been so far (including my evening in Mexico, where I used US Dollars) has had a Sterling exchange rate of one-point-something to the pound. The Euro, the Canadian, US, NZ and Australian Dollars. All of them. You kind of get used to it.
Then there’s the Indonesian Rupiah. Currently at around 19,000 to the pound. That’s a bit of a shock. I’m a multi-millionaire! But only after several visits to the cash machine; most of them only give out a million at a time…
Of course, the cash is only one small difference now that I’m very definitely out of ‘the West’. This is the world’s most populous Muslim country, and there are many changes from the English-speaking, first-world countries that I’ve left behind.
Apart from the changed countryside, there’s now a significant language barrier to overcome, the prices are way down, and south-east Asian scooter madness is a new challenge to the touring cyclist. Oh, and there are sometimes monkeys by the side of the road (much easier to spot than kangaroos!).
I was delayed getting on the road in Bali. Not, for a change, because of the weather. I was ready to hit the road on Friday morning, when I discovered that an old friend and work colleague had just arrived in Bali on holiday. He was staying just a couple of miles up the road. Clearly, a swift change of plan was required. And, eventually, a day late (but a happy coincidence, a couple of Bintang beers and a pizza richer), I finally rolled out on Saturday morning.
Anyone who’s ever been to Bali will be able to tell you about the nutty traffic in the Denpasar area, especially the tourist areas around Kuta. Indonesians theoretically drive on the correct (left) side of the road. But the roads are very narrow, there are a lot of taxis, buses and vans around to block things up. And swarms of scooters make up their own rules; no one way streets or traffic lights for them!
Once you get up the nerve to jump in, though, it’s not so bad to ride inside the maelstrom. Although it’s chaotic, speeds are very low in towns, and it actually feels a bit more dangerous on the open road, with long-distance buses the main threat.
Anyway, I’ve been going gently for the last three days, allowing my body to readjust to riding after over a week off, and giving myself time in the shade and to get used to the traffic. And I made it safely off Bali on Sunday, and onto Java by ferry.
Java greets you with a view of a giant volcano, and it looks like there are a few big hills to be had over here, certainly in comparison with the last weeks in Australia. I’m going to have to re-learn how to climb…
Once I get used to egg-fried rice and tofu in chilli sauce for breakfast, and figure out how to use a squat toilet (tricky when you can’t squat without toppling over backwards), I think I’m going to like Indonesia. The first big hills rear up tomorrow, and then I need to crank up the kilometres to make the most of my 30-day visa. At my current rate, I’m not going to get all that far.
Now, how many millions can a man spend in a month? I’ll keep you posted. And hopefully, get some pictures together for next time.