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Published: February 28th 2010
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On our trip so far we have had a few long, tiring overnight bus journeys but none can compare to the sheer horror of the 5pm coach to Parapat, on the edge of Lake Toba.
Ulrich, our Basil Fawlty like hotel owner, had warned us of huge delays and cranes that stay at one particular spot to pull out the coaches from the bog. Waiting at the bus stop we saw enough damaged coaches to leave us with a li...
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mouty and Sas
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It sounds like Heidi, says Sas, thinking of Heidi's mountain life. I bet it didn't feel like Heidi at the time, but a wild and courageous (stupid?) adventure. Sas says she had a good time listening too it and she would do it too. She would also complain about the sick and "make people clean it up, quickly". The lake on an island on a lake on an........sounds a bit Alice in Wonderland like, just hot. Such stories you have to tell. Love M and S xx