Day 290 involved dead people, the bus journey from hell, and nearly becoming roadkill:
Travel is usually meant to be a vacation, a departure from stress and difficulties, and an overall pleasant experience.
But sometimes? Traveling absolutely, positively, unavoidably, goes horribly wrong. On day 290, travel really sucked for me.
I See Dead People
“Wow,” I thought, “Bali has some seriously bad traffic.”
My public bus had been at a complete stand-still for nearly half an hour. There was some discussion between the locals, but, not speaking Bahasa (Indonesian) I shrugged and trusted that eventually someone would try to communicate with me if I needed to know what was going on. There’s always someone kind enough to try.
Eventually everyone on the bus stood up and looked toward the window. I only had to turn my head slightly to see why we had been stopped for so long – a policeman pulled a shroud off the face of a departed motorbiker on the side of the road just as we passed. A chill ran down my spine. I thought of my motorbike crash that I had survived unscathed in Sumatra.
The bus broke down a few times before getting stuck in another long line of traffic. This time, it was a large truck that had veered off the road, smashing the cabin entirely and creating another 2-hour backup. Crowds of locals surrounded it as we passed. Another chill went down my spine – there’s no way, judging by the cab, that the driver made it out alive.
Here we were, 8 hours into what was meant to be a 4-hour journey from Bali to Java, and we had at least another 3 to go.
The bus broke down again.
This time, we were ordered off, passed up by a few more busses, and then ordered back on when a solution had been jerry-rigged.
I had thought I wanted to head to Banyuwangi, but judging by the look of the town and the fact that I didn’t want to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere at 3am, I checked the suggestions I had written down and asked if the bus was going to Bondowoso.
Sure, the attendant nodded, it was.
Almost Dying on a Motorbike
The sun rose as the bus docked at a terminal and I was told that was the end of the line. It was not Bondowoso, that was for sure.
I was passed to a random gentleman with a motorbike who said he would take me.
“What’s this going to cost?” I asked.
“Up to you,” he replied.
Odd answer, but I was in no position to negotiate and nearly delirious from the lack of sleep and food.
He brought me to his house where his wife didn’t make eye contact. His children stole glances at me from the next room, watching a dubbed version of SpongeBob SquarePants as I sat on a mat in the entrance room and wondered how the hell I had gotten into this situation.
Finally he reappeared from another room in the home.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t understand,” I pleaded.
I was pointed to the motorbike and handed a helmet. It was time to go.
Now I’ve been on many motorbikes before, but this guy really drove like a bat out of hell, weaving in and out of traffic. Trying to forget the scenes from the night before, I was a complete mute, powerless to say anything.
We passed several odd sights – a man carrying a ten-foot pole, an overstuffed motorbike with toys and bright plastic buckets, a motorbike with a teenage passenger carrying an uncovered chainsaw.
WHAT? Is he seriously carrying a CHAINSAW?! Of course! Of course he is. Today can’t get any weirder.
Scamming the tired, hungry girl
Hours later we reached a park where I was illegally charged $2 and led to a guesthouse that I hadn’t asked for.
I had read horrible reviews about this place and I knew I wanted to bypass it. Eventually I convinced them that no, I would not be paying USD$20 to stay in this shithole and could he please take me where I had asked to go? I was brought to his brother’s house.
“Hi, I just want to go here, the other place is too expensive,” I kept repeating, showing him on the map.
“Where you from?” he asked.
“Why does that matter?” I wanted to know.
I knew it wasn’t out of fascination like it normally is in Indonesia. The timing of it just didn’t make sense. He kept acting like an American should have no problem paying the asking price to stay there.
He then told me that the other place was “full” but I could pay USD$15 to stay at his place. With insects crawling everywhere and water damage and mold covering the walls, I politely declined and said, “take me back to Bondowoso, then,” which they of course tried to talk me out of.
I was finally tired of being walked all over. After 24 hours of no sleep (and moreover less than a week after the last one), it was all I could do to keep from losing face. I put my foot down. They finally relented.
The ride back consisted of almost crashing into a family on bikes, stopping at the driver’s home for whatever inconceivable reason while I tried to be friendly but almost lost it waiting for him to change jackets, and lots of bumpy, steep roads.
When I finally arrived at the dirty hotel, I threw down my bag, politely ushered the driver away, positively shocked that he accepted my $10 for the hours of driving – I was sure he’d try to ask for an astronomical amount – and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Java, I’m not sure about you yet, but I’m going to try to give you a chance. So far, this has been my worst day of travel yet.
Amanda @ Adventure Year says
Oh my gosh, that does sound like a particularly rough day of travel. I can’t wait to hear how your trips ends up. I’m sure it’ll turn around for the better. 🙂
Kristin says
Things improved I’m happy to say!
Adventures Wtih Pedro says
Hope Java knows it has to buy you some roses and take you out to dinner to make up for this day!
Kristin says
haha it all ended up getting fixed several days later
Kristin says
This is true, and they did 🙂
Rika | Cubicle Throwdown says
Yikes!!! That does sound like a bad day. I hope it got better after that!
Kristin says
It did! Story to follow.
Adam @ SitDownDisco says
Always nice to hear people travelling across java independently and with a bit of adventure. Absolutely love it.
Kristin says
I felt like the only person not on a tour! I suppose crazy stuff will happen when you refuse to do tours like I do.
Jane Has A Backpack says
What a tiring and weird experience you had been to, being dragged places to places is crazy. Hope the next adventure ended well for you.
Kristin says
It did!
Lee says
Definitely know this feeling. Java has its beauty for sure (well East Java anyway ;)) but I’ve never been anywhere else where getting scammed was such a daily expectation. Any financial interaction felt like a full on battle, and we dreaded transit days. If you don’t lose it once here, especially in one of the western cities, you must be a saint…
Kristin says
Glad to know I wasn’t alone feeling that way!
Gabi says
Girl!! Were you ever worried about that man doing sth else with you?!! I’m so surprised! You have guts!!! I am a solo traveller myself and had been for lots of time, but mainly trekking in the mountains (I did the Huemul trip alone, the one I think you have just done).
But when it comes to trusting strangers, that’s tricky.. I’ve slept in strangers houses anyway (one room for a man and me and things like that, and pray to my instinct that it would be fine, and it was). But still what you did is really brave.
My question here (everybody makes you questions haha, I will use your links to buy things if I can, as I’m in Australia now, to give you at least something in return), when you did this you were only carrying a small bag right? So to fit in the motorbike? I read sometimes you do that, but how does that work? Do you leave the bigger one in a trusted hostel or you really take a small bag for the whole thing? Doesn’t that mean you have to pay extra for things?
By the way, I’ve worked in Los Glaciares National Park (El Chalten) for 3 years and did the Carretera Austral in Chile, alone, with a bike… I hope you do that. It’s one of my most amazing experiences ever, it took me a month, 700km riding, 300km hitch hiking with the bike. Please consider doing it. If you have any questions about it or El Chalten, if still there, let me know!
You should go to Mount Aconcagua as well! I did that as a solo traveller too. Season might have ended though, but you never know!
Your web is amazing!!!
Kristin says
Hey Gabi, Yes I did the Carretera Austral too! Hitchhiked it rather than biking. Kudos to you that looked tough!
I just had a carry-on-sized bag at the time and yes I wore it on my back. I guess I just trusted the situation because I didn’t know what else to do but in hindsight perhaps I shouldn’t have.
Kathrin says
Ha! Loved this story, although it was your worst travel day… sorry!
Been to Indonesia last year, OMG the traffic. We had one horrible, forever-lasting bus ride from Java to Bali and then straight on to Lombok… 33 instead of 16 hours.
Kristin says
Oh man this seems to be a regular occurrence!