29.11.2007 - 29.11.2007
My initial tentative plan for today had been to brave once again the demands of a motorbike escapade, prompted by the vicinity of Flores's major attraction Gunung Kelimutu. Kelimutu was nothing on a scale of Indonesia's more gargantuan volcanoes but this one was renowned for its character in boasting 3 giant crater lakes, each of a different colour. Not only were they of unlikely garish persuasion, but poorly understood mineral action had prompted the observation that the colours would also change over time. The 70K jaunt east with the last leg being understandably steep and demanding meant that I would have to really go for it, but the originally scheduled departure of my flight to Timor meant that I could maybe just about squeeze it in. It was not to be however in the end. Though my substantialy illegible handwritten ticket could not confirm the departure time as anything more than sometime after 1400 hours, the one discernible scrawl of "Check In 1300" left little ambiguity. I just had to presume the boy had got the date right and the fare breakdown also bore little resemblance to the 21 quid odds I had paid. Even with a sunrise start I had to stoically accept that I could not take the chance of missing it, and so another dream nosedived in a mood of frustration. I was really having to sell myself short now in curbing long held intentions, betraying my decision to stupidly wait a ridiculous 20 days in Bali in lieu of a package from home perhaps the single most major error of my whole trip. How I could have better invested those days now. I did what I could then to salvage some pride in retracing the town centre, checking somewhat skeptically first at the nearby airport as to the exact departure time. The boy said 3 which rather flew in the face of my ticket, even if it had read 1450 he might have been setting me up for missing it. I didnt mess about in hailing a Bemo seawards, scoring a doorstep drop off back at the Bung Karno Museum once again. Its open shutters were just what I wanted to see, and though there was little else to observe other than that in the end, the main thing was to have my curiosity satisfied, my frustration tempered slightly.