Did a six-day work-related road-trip on the fucking huge island called Sumatra, Indonesia. Sixth largest in da world.
Landed in Medan but was on da road most of d time for work with my local contact Heri. Started well, as dinner at his place was ubi leaves and babi panggang. Awesome shit! Thin strips of lean charcoal-bbq pork.
Lots of them in north Sumatra are Christians.
Medan is a typical Indon city – noisy, dusty, crowded.
Sorait. Aint my scene.
We headed south to Berastagi, up in the hills at 2,000m+ above sea level. Nice.
Cold place. Main thing goin down here is vegetable & fruit farming. Stayed at a joint called Bamboe Hill or sumtin. Pretty cheap at about 44 bucks, if u excuse d goddam mosquitoes!
Berastagi is the only place i liked among all the ones we were at, like Kabanjahe, Medan & Siantar.
Pretty tiring being on d road so much. The dust, heat, noise, diesel smoke, etc gets to u. There was a point on d road where we didnt shower for two days! Dirty cowboys. So dam good to see a mirror & a proper toilet when i got back to KL!
Of course no trip is complete without sampling the local talent. They got sumin called tuak there. Had it during a bbq at Heri’s chicken farm. He’s got 10,000 birds almost ready to be sold & slaughtered. So they just grabbed a few to burn.
Talk about convenience.
Their so-called tuak is nutin like d one here. Theirs is made from coconut sap, like regular toddy. It looks n smells like toddy but tastes like bland tuak.
Not a good combo. I switched back to Scotch.
Brain damage: None. Minimal drinkin!