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Published: December 11th 2017
I never made it to Sumba. Ferry didn’t leave. High seas. Rainy Season. Waves too big. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe the next day, maybe not. Unpredictable. I didn’t have time to wait it out. So instead I focused on Sumbawa. With me still was Bilan.
Sumbawa is different. Apart from a few surfer enclaves on the south coast, no tourists come to Sumbawa. Most skip it, preferring to take a thre...
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Dancing Dave
David Hooper
Coulda woulda shoulda
When ya got the Sumbawa blues do ya do what the locals probably do? Isn't the secret of life when it's balmy and the ferry is not running to sit with the locals and watch the world go by? Hours can slip into days...weeks...months...zzzzzz. Can you do what the locals do, Ralf?