As I stand waiting for an Ankot (minibus) to the bus terminal in Banjarmasin, an old toothless man turns up, seemingly out of nowhere. Or to be more exact he climbs over a fence and through some bushes, a rather interesting approach I have to admit.
‘Where are you going sir?’
‘To the bus terminal.’
‘I want to buy a ticket to Pangkalan Bun.’
‘Ah, for Tanjung Putin... Read Full Entry