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The flight from Singapore to Medan was bumpy to say the least, thank god it took just over an hour.
Getting visa and finding our lift was surprisingly easy. The immigration guy assured me that the 30 day visa he gave me was ok for 32 days, so I guess I'll look forward to a big fine when I'm flying home.
The civilisation of Singapore is long forgotten and we're back to crazy roads where it's frowned upon if you don't cut someone up every 6 seconds. I've just seen an 8 year old steering a moped with his mum onboard and she also had a baby strapped to her!!
Our hotel was crazy, there was a wedding and honestly I think the guests were more interested in the three white girls that just arrived. We couldn't work out whether the staff were very helpful or very sleazy. It continued when we left to find ATM and lunch, if only I was this interesting in England! We were starving and ate the first thing we could find, halal Mcdonalds ofcourse. When we came out we were surrounded by a group of school girls who wanted to interview us about education in our country. They were very sweet but within a minute there was a whole crowd around us taking photos, we escaped as soon as we could and made it back to the hotel for a couple of hours rest before we had to venture out again.
I thought a little nap might improve my enthusiasm for welcome group meeting number 5, it did not. I'm so bored of telling people where I've been and asking where they've been and where they're going, getting to know them and then having to start again. Telling everyone round the table my name and what I'm most looking forward to...what I'd like to say is 'my name is Emma and I'm bored of talking'. I am fully aware of what a miserable, ungrateful little cow I am and I don't mean anything I just said (much). I am grateful and I am loving this and I will remember it for the rest of my life....I just wish sometimes we had a little more time to ourselves and that if I want to have a grumpy day I won't be ruining someone else's experience.
On Monday I woke up in a much better mood and went to the gym before we left our nice hotel to go to the jungle. On our way out of Medan we visited the royal palace, not a patch on Buckingham Palace but just as boring. Next and thankfully last stop was a mosque, it will be my last. They charged me to borrow a skirt/wrappy thing which absolutely stunk and made me want to cry. I made a swift exit as soon as I could and then got charged again by a man who'd been 'watching my flip flops'?! Not impressed!
With my purse a bit lighter I'm off to the jungle....I hope I find another tarantula under my bed this time!
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