So, where was I? Oh yea, People. We met more amazing people in Indonesia, and were shown a completely foreign culture that was totally accepting of us.
Well OK these guys aren't indo, they are aussies. They had good music though and told us about how their health care works. Different perspective is always a good thing.
Starting to get cultural, looking for a village.
We gave these folks some coca cola which they bagged and stored. They believe it is medicine and has healing powers. They gave us coconuts and a giant pumpkin in return, which we had for dinner.
Joe the plumber aka tunnel hunter but really he's just a hilarious aussie jackass.
On the bow after another great day.
Wixy and Meza. Classic dudes.
The crew at a shallow right.
Couldnt resist picking off a few at this shallow spot before dark.
The crew. Nifty, Seagull, Wixy, Munet besar (big monkey in bahasa), Benchong, Meza, Guy, and Genj.
Singing along to some Cold Chisel turned up to 11.
See why we named him the big monkey? he had us in stitches.
Back on Asu with the cool brazillians we met. Some are dicks, these ones are really cool though, every one.
Reef brothers.
Sometimes you get caught up in where you are, so you just paddle in and practice bahasa with the locals.
Travel is impossible without trusting your life completely in the hands of strangers. Same goes for getting to a remote island as getting on the freeway or an airplane.
Turns out most people on this planet are the goods.
Earl is a nut case.
Misol and Oli. I miss them.
OK, getting cut off again, one more to go.
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