Miss Berani

Never have I been called Mister so many times before. “HELLO MISTER!”, “GOOD MORNING SIR!”, along with “I LOVE YOU!” and, strange enough;” HELLO, WHAT ARE YOU?” … Well. I’m NOT a Mister, try telling them.going to school

But I am starting to fall in love with Indonesia.
It shot up in my charts and is right up there with Turkey at the moment.

That didn’t happen immediately, particularly the dodgy boys at the ferry port in Padam shouting obscenities and following me around didn’t much help. Nor did the boy who sneaked up on a motorbike and groped me…

The first few days I wasn’t in great form, it’s a big jump from Pat’s nice and clean apartment in Singapore to the dirty, dusty, busy roads full of potholes. The heat didn’t agree with me much and I still wonder why it is that perfectly friendly people turn into complete crazy maniacs as soon as they get into a car or bus…km 232

So what makes me like Indonesia you might wonder…
It’s West Sumatra. The day I crossed the border, it happened to be the equator as well, there was a change like night and day…. or like north and south. Might be more appropriate in this case 😉my road

At a petrol station just before Bangkinang I met Deni, a sweet girl who invited me to her family home. Her mum and sister are both English teachers so we could actually talk (doesn’t happen too often in Indonesia). The address she gave me wasn’t the easiest to find but with a police-escort I made my way to her house safely.dinner at Deni's house
The whole family was waiting for me and when I arrived we went by car. To my question; where? The answer was simply; “Around”. So we went around, to look at the pool, a bridge, a view-point and a sister’s shop. Deni’s Mum adopted me as her daughter and still sends me txt-messages, she’s a sweetheart.Payakumbuh

Not in any country before, not even India, have I been photographed so many times, by schoolgirls, shopkeepers, random people on the road… I start to feel like a celebrity…going to school

And then I arrived in Payakumbuh. Hometown of Jen.
(Nina’s friend who I met on Ko Phangan, Thailand)
I stayed in his village of 500 inhabitants for 5 days and had the most wonderful time!The Equator!
Jen is an English teacher so I met his students for practice. During one of those meetings we talked about the meaning of names, a boy’s name meant strong, a girl’s name meant beautiful… I couldn’t answer the question of what my name means. So they told me they will call me ‘Berani’ It means ‘brave’ in Indonesia…yup. Ill be a great teacher

I stayed in the traditional house where Jen’s sister and her family lives, the roof is said to resemble the horns of the buffalo. It looks like something out of a fairytale to me.Jens house As does the country side… Treeand the people.Man in the fields
I got my own room and the bathroom is outside, there you can take a bath with a bucket of cold water while grandma curiously peeks over the wall to see what’s going on…
If you need to go to the toilet, or ‘feed the fish’ as Jen calls it, then that’s exactly what you do… The toilet is little more than a few pieces of wood above the pond where a bunch of fish eagerly await the next visitor. the toiletEvery time I had to go I thought ‘poor fish!’ and hope they’re not on the menu for this evening’s dinner…

Every morning I would walk over to the local cafe to have a coffee and a ‘chat’ with the neighbors. the cafeAt this cafe I tried the local delicacy of egg tea. It’s exactly that. Tea with a raw beaten egg. Strange but true.tea time

Every spare minute he had Jen showed me around on his Vespa, together on the vespawe visited a national park with gorgeous waterfalls tumbling down the cliffs, had lunch at a wedding party, we drove all the way back to the equator (I’d missed the monument..) and spend a lot of time with his friends cruising around and visiting a school.I am teaching (...) I even went to the motocross!Motocross
He explained to me the process of Gambir, a plant that apparently we (the Dutch) imported in Indonesia and is now the main source of income for villages in the hills like Jens.Gambir plantation
Then he introduced me to some weird food like Buffalo skin, Jungle Jack fruit, and Durian…granny and the Durian
Durian is something special, I cannot possibly describe what it taste, or smells like. The smell is so strong that this fruit is banned from certain hotels and public transport in South East Asia. I’ve been eating it a lot in Indonesia, and I can’t say I love it… I don’t hate it either. It’s peculiar. You’ll have to try.

Sadly I had to leave Jen, who I call Uda (it means big brother), and his family to continue my journey.Jens nephew
Luckily Jen had set me up with his girlfriend Chiyet, another English teacher at a bordingschool in Mukomuko, Lake Maninjau.
I got there down the famous road with 44 hairpin bends, and there really are. You don’t need to count, they are numbered…
Never though I’d be any good as a teacher, but the students seem to like me, and I love them! Never thought kids between 16 and 18 yrs old can be nice and fun (I for sure wasn’t).boys at school
The regime at the school is rather strict, at 5.30am they run around like soldiers for morning exercise after they’d gone to mosque to pray. I still don’t understand why Allah wants us all to wake up so early.girls at school They aren’t allowed mobile phones or outside food and are not allowed to leave the premises either. I think we should build schools like this everywhere…Paying attention

Im the pink oneIn Padang I decided to take the long way around. Staying on the coast would just be too easy (little did I know then).
So I headed for the hills again where it also happens to be lovely cool and very pretty. Up through jungle and past fields full of rice and people with funny hats.working the fieldsrice paddy

As I stopped one early afternoon to take a picture of yet another beautiful house the inhabitants came running out offering me fruits, and if I needed a rest. I didn’t really, just came 50km down a mountain, but I took one anyway to have a closer look at this pretty house.dog and the Kings house It’s over 300yrs old and apparently belongs to the King. They let me read a Dutch letter from 1953 to prove it.
Then they showed me this gorgeous little golden and pink bedroom, and if I’d like to spend the night there… How could I say no!?
I felt like a fairytale princess straight out of some Grimm-fantasy.my bedroom
Even more so when 3 prince’s on motorbikes took me to a wedding that evening where one of them sang me songs, I called him King Frog. He didn’t like that, I guess he doesn’t know the story 🙂they might not look like princes.. , until the clock rang 9. O No! I had to be home at 9! Or I turn into a dirty stinking cyclingdutchgirl…
Later I was told it really was the Kings house, and the woman serving me tea is still called the Queen…delicious

Up high in the hills between tea plantations stands at 3800m Mount Kerinci, Sumatra’s highest peak. I fully intended to climb it, but then I got poisoned….Mount Kerinci

It happened like this;
I cycled a big long day and arrived tired in a small village.
A nice man invited me, and the rest of the village, to his small house where they all stared at me.
But I wasn’t feeling to great and asked to lie down. Now, this house is very small and to get electricity they have to use a generator. For reasons beyond my understanding this generator stands inside the house. So in no time at all the small space was black and blue from diesel-fumes. No one seemed particularly bothered.lady
After a few hours when the family was ready for bed and I felt ready to die they switched the monster off.
We all slept on one surface with small pieces of board separating the ‘bedrooms’. At 4am, when the mosques start to scream, mum got up to light the fire. House full of smoke.
I left.
10km later I collapsed in a restaurant with a fever and a pounding head ache.
33 hours later I woke up and felt fit enough to continue…minibanana

But nothing too bad will happen to me ’cause, as my dad mentioned, there’s an angel watching over me. More than one I’d say. The latest one being my great-grand-ma, who I’ve mentioned a few times before. She passed away last week at a grand old age of 98.

I passed and waved beautiful Mount Kerince goodbye, since for sure I’ll be back.
(Wouldn’t miss Jens wedding for the world)chicken

Down the jungle where I didn’t get eaten by tigers, but did get followed by this extremely annoying male-person on a motorbike, and down the lowlands along the coast south. Which is nothing like it looks on the map. (A road down the coast) It goes up and down and up and down and up and down, and steep too! What covers only 200km takes this road 350… just by going up and down…..girl and child

Well, I better go now.
There’s a road waiting to meet me.


13 thoughts on “Miss Berani

  1. Hoi Mirjam,

    Lange tijd even geen berichtje achter gelaten, maar wij volgen je nog steeds. Ongelooflijk waar je ben, echt petje af.

    Goed, binnenkort je verjaardag. Dus alvast een topdat de 29e. En maak er wat van daar in Indonesië.

    Groeten uit het koude beetje witte Apeldoorn

  2. Hoi Mir,
    spannende verhalen weer, pas je een beetje op! zonder zuurstof kom je niet ver. Gelukkig goed afgelopen. Hier alles goed, het is genieten met zo’n kleintje.
    Liefs Karin, Michiel & Stella

  3. Hallo Mirjam,

    We kennen elkaar wel niet, maar wat een geweldige reis ben je toch aan het maken.

    Hoe lang ben je nog onderweg of heb je daar geen idee van?

    Met vriendelijke groet,


  4. He Mir, still going strong!
    Zelf ben ik 2x in Indonesie geweest en beide keren vond ik het geweldig. Ontzettend lieve mensen!
    Geniet ervan!
    En voor vandaag: Vergeet Sinterklaas niet!
    Groet, Rena

  5. Lieve Mirjam Weer een eind verder.en mooie fotos,Je doet wel heel voorzichtig he?Je hebt anders een heel lief nichtje hoor,en ze lacht ook al. Ik maak er maar een kort briefje van,volgende week ben je jarig en dan hoor je wel meer,veel liefs van ons beiden.oma.

  6. lieve Mirjam,ik had beloofd je een mailtje te sturen op je verjaardag.Van ons beiden hartelijk gefeliciteerd met deze dag.We wensen je voor de komende tijd nog veel veilige fiets kilometers toe.Maar ik hoop je volgende verjaardag in Apeldoorn te vieren, lieve groeten en een knuffel van ons beiden,oma

    Please don’t do scary things anymore, we also want to enjoy the stories and pics you make in the next 20 years 😀
    Was there a prince to wake you from the coma? 😉

    Drive savely 😉

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