The rain doubles in intensity, now it’s not the road surface that’s perilous; it’s the huge holes opening up in a dangerously scary way. When we meet a truck coming the other way we have to move to the cliff edge side to let them pass. I close my eyes at those moments and trust in the abilities of our driver to get us through.
Eventually, the lights of Sibolga appear in the distance. But, instead of heading straight to the port, our driver goes looking for an agent we can get our tickets from. Noting that we are about to miss the ferry we persuade him to go straight to the port. As we finally arrive at the jetty, the ferry sounds its horn to signal an almost immediate departure. We throw ourselves onto the boat and pay our fares to the first crew member we can find: “no problem sir, you can go”.
