Tea plantations and the Puncak Pass
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People i met here, who contributed to and improved my trip: Juliana (Russia)
We were preparing for a 2-3 hour bus journey from Bogor due to our $2.50 ticket price (normally travel is $1 an hour in Indonesia) and were therefore pretty surprised when after 30 minutes, we were told to get off the bus on the main road. As it turned out Cisarua was nothing more than a strip of houses and shops that ran parallel to the main road. In fact it felt like we had never left Bogor, as there seemed to be a continous stream of houses running out from the city. We walked along the road until we decided to ask for some directions and struck it lucky as it happened we were actually right at the hostel, but it was set back 50m from the road.
Once we had checked in we went out and grabbed some nasi goreng and encountered some friendly kids, who seemed thrilled to be seeing some western faces. We waved, they waved, we smiled, they smiled and so it went on. After some Dinner we took a walk through the town but with no real pavements and main road traffic flashing past, we soon gave up on the idea and went back to the hostel. The room only cost $3 and although it had no fan, we didnt think we would need one as it was quite cool due to Cisarua's altitude. Unfortunately we had a mosquito infestation in the room and only a thick blanket to try and protect ourselves. The rest of the night was spent itching and sweating, tossing and turning.
We were happy to make an early start on Wednesday and caught a bemo up to the Gunung Mas Tea Plantation where we walked around the fields for an hour amidst the blazing sun.
We caught a bemo back to Cisarua where there was a destructive little girl of about 2-3 years smashing some tools around that she had picked out of the dashboard. I cringed as she whacked a screwdriver into the window, half expecting it to break. Her Mum took it off her and put it down, only for her to pick it back up and start chewing on it. I wanted to grab it from her, but at the same time not seem wierd, so i just sat and watched as the bemo swerved through traffic, jerking on its breaks and putting me in a sweat that i was going to witness a very horrible death, whilst the mother sat there as if nothing was happening.
We collected our bags and jumped in a minivan that drove us over the Puncak Pass, managing to break down only once en route. After some tinkering, the driver was back on board to complete the rest of the journey. Although the roads are almost always single lanes, you often see a slow moving vehicle been overtaken by a not so slow moving vehicle, which in turn is been overtaken by another vehicle. At one stage we had to pull right off the road and stop to let these guys complete their overtaking manouvere! We were pleased when we arrived, and decided that we would walk the uphill 4kms to the village of Cibodas and thus avoid any more near death encounters.