Indonesian adventure two Europeans Viadzherong Pina At the bus station we found a bus that went to the city of Bitung. There were empty seats, and before he started off, we had to wait about an hour. I quickly fell asleep immediately after departure. I remember how we got stuck in a traffic jam due to a political demonstration in one of the towns through which we passed. It took a very long time before we were able to gain a tempo of movement. All bus passengers visibly nervous. After 2 hours we arrived at the bus station Bitunga. Upon learning that we need a national park Tangkoko, obsessive taxi drivers immediately pounced on us, trying to persuade to go with them, however, agreeing only on some unspeakable amount. Comptroller of the bus we arrived in Bitung, helped us get tickets to mikrolet (like taxi in Indonesia, prim.perev.) For 5000 rupees each. We found a platform from which the trucks and vans were sent to Batuputi, the town where we planned to spend the night. Also in this city is the entrance to the national park. We approached one of the pickups, but they refused to take us as empty seats had gone. We approached another pickup - also to no avail. After a while we got tired walking from machine to machine, but then someone told us that the owner of the hotel "Mom grew up" here, and showed her pickup truck. We approached them - and their car had no seats, but they asked us to wait for the next machine, which soon was to come. Hotel "Mother Russia" By this time, my mood has been completely spoiled, and my friend Thomas was trying to me somehow cheer. To pass the time, was the meaning of lunch in the nearest cafe. We left our backpacks in the cloakroom, and when we ate, the driver of the pickup "Mother Russia" showed us the car, which soon had to go to Batuputi. In the end, we are still left. Our route went up the hill on a good road, but at times met the broken sections in which children are trying to earn some money, made on a "patch" of black volcanic sand, and begged for money. Black sand from the rubble was everywhere here, this meant that we were not far from the volcano. We admired the lush luxuriant vegetation, when suddenly the driver noticed that we had a flat tire! We had to get out, and he is just 15 minutes put the "spare tire", though, now the car a little wiggle. Probably, the spare wheel was not the size. We are with Thomas a little worried because of this, because the road was winding, but still we have successfully reached the destination. The choice fell on the hotel "Mother Russia", where we were offered a double room with toilet for 250,000 rupees (about U.S. $ 30, prim.perev.). We agreed. Jack, one of the hotel, also works and a guide for hiking tours into the mountains. His services are worth 200 thousand rupees per person. Walk goes from 5:30 to 7:30 am to a simple route. We are told what to think. Jack fluent in English and in the form of credibility. Somewhere in here the entrance to the park we decided to walk with Thomas on the beach, and after drinking a glass of local beer, was about to leave, as another tourist decided to go with us. It was a guy from the Czech Republic, at his home in Prague, he owns the bar, to the same recently, he, like us, was on Togianskih islands, so we had plenty of topics for conversation. We walked along the beach with black sand, which frolic and bathe the local kids. Waves are quite large, and for strong, so that the children try to stick close to shore. By the universal jubilation of local residents, Thomas also decided to swim. It is true, then he complained that his shorts full of sand, and he decided to shake in front of us. Local girls looking at him, giggled, so I yelled to Thomas, that he ceased to hold a circus, but he told me that he does not care! Black sand beach with a long time we wandered along the beach, and then decided to return to the hotel. Everyone who we met, be sure to say "Hello, Mister!" Absolutely everything - both children and adults. There are not many tourists, so we are in the spotlight. We returned to the hotel, took a shower and dinner. Deadline for material:
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