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A Day In The Life Of Banana Island

First, apologies on the meager array of photos. We have so many photos two share, but uploading takes much more significant broadband power, and as we say “it just ain’t happenin” in these parts.


Why pass up an opportunity to get on a boat and go to Palau Pisang? It literally translates to “Banana Island”. Our first day in sumatra, as we were on the bus, we spotted a beautiful island not too far away, and set our sights on getting there at some point in our journey.


So, one evening at dinner, some fellow South African surfers were talking about hiring a boat to spend the day on the island. Yippee! We jumped on the chance. The four of us arranged to get up at 5:30am, and hit the road on our motorbikes as soon as we could get moving and head to the nearest harbor, about 30 minutes away, to see about hiring a boat for the day. We arrive at the tiny harbor, completely clueless on where to begin and quickly have a swarm of people around us, trying to figure out what we are doing there. After some inquiring, a guy leaves on his motorbike, and comes back with a woman who is very helpful in arranging a boat. After settling on a price, we head out into the ocean on a very small, but quite impressive craft. Its is only wide enough for two people to sit side by side, with bamboo outriggers, and a small outboard motor, but somehow actually seems seaworthy.

After about an hour, we are dropped off on a white sandy beach backed by a small village. It was unusually quiet, mostly due to the fact that there were, what appeared to be, only a couple of motorbikes on the island, and most people were walking or riding bicycles. Ah, moments of silence in Indonesia! But, you’re never alone, and we quickly had a pack of kids following us. This being the fourth most populated nation on earth, solitude is a rarity.
Case and Justin, the South Africans, were keen to check out the surf, but it was racetrack fast, big and looked like a sure pounding for us intermediate surfers. While they took a beating, we cruised the island and found some excellent snorkeling spots with plenty of fish and beautful live coral. And we are always up for some underwater glamour shots:
Not knowing really what to expect, we hoped that there would be at least one warung (basic restaurant) on the island. After walking around and following rudimentary directions involving lots of pointing and smiling, we find a small store, but no warung. The store is fairly well stocked with instant noodle packets, so we ask the woman if she can boil up some water for noodles. She agrees, and we sit at the long table on the porch, very hungry by this time. The woman comes back out and starts talking and pointing to me. She clearly wants my help in the kitchen, so I follow her through her house, past a couple of sleeping children, back to the dark kitchen. She either wants me to cook it all, or she is giving me a cooking lesson on how to make instant noodles. I really can’t determine, but I smile, laugh, and try to follow her orders. She laughs at me the whole time. Shy travelers beware, Indonesia forces you to interact with people, regardless of your comfort level!
We have settled in to a very lovely losmen (see photo above) owned by a local family who takes very good care of us. Every morning, they pull our motorbike out for use. The meals are amazing, usually consisting of fresh fish or chicken, rice and vegetables and local specialties. We did have spaghetti bolognese one night, which was delicious, and made Chris, the ultimate pasta eater, very happy. Our daily room and meals for $18 a person includes up to four cups of (strong Sumatran) coffee or tea a day, which keeps this coffee drinking Oregonian pretty content!


4 thoughts on “A Day In The Life Of Banana Island

  1. WOW! What a trip! You’re only young once so live it up now. You
    might not get another chance later!

    Posted by Roger Knox | May 10, 2012, 8:18 pm
  2. Glad you are having an awesome time. Relish every moment. I frequently had guys sitting next to me, on my chair, in internet cafes watching what I was typing. They could speak a little English but I wonder if they could read what I was typing, such as “Right now a guy is sitting on my chair with me watching every word I type. It’s annoying. Personal space has a new meaning in Indonesia.”

    Anyway, as far as pictures go, we used an picture resizer tool. Let’s say you take a picture and it’s 1000KB in size. A resizer will shrink it to 10KB in size with no real loss in quality. Makes uploads very quick. Google it.

    Have fun!!!

    Posted by John Mercer | May 10, 2012, 8:11 am
    • When they ask things like “where are you going”, I’m starting to say weird answers already like “hell in a handbasket, wanna come?”. Today, two guys rode up one their motorbike, just inches from Chris and just looked at him. Finally Chris said, “hey, I’m from Mars. Where are you from?”

      All in good fun. Mostly we just smile and nod!

      Thanks for your comments. Love it,


      Posted by 100lbfury | May 10, 2012, 10:20 am

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