When a night bus is not a sleeper bus

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Wake up naturally a little after eight. Update blog and feast on peanut butter & jam on toast. Read a little and try to figure out my route to Bali. Netta talks me into travelling with her a few more days, I agree to catch a bus with her tonight and we'll take it from there.

I found a map of ferry routes around Indonesia so I have a rough idea for where to head next. I can't find any road maps for Indonesia so it might be the land part that's harder to figure out.

Head out into the town for a wander. Find a market selling tourist tat and head back to tell Netta about it. She buys a necklace and we stop for lunch.

The GH owner wants to help us find Sipadan diving and arrange our buses for the night. We let him. We catch a bus to the bus station, then a bus to the bus terminal and then a bus across country. I introduce Netta to Christopher the cow.

The night bus is anything but a sleeper bus. There's a Malaysian karaoke video to get us on our way followed by Mr bean. At about nine all the lights go out and 10 seconds later the driver puts on really bad really loud music; Venga boys and Briteny Spears to name but a few lullabies. There are stops and the lights are on and off. About midnight there's a half-hour stop and about one an armed policeman comes on to check tickets.

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