Taking a flight from Pontianak to Panglakan Bun was an incredibly bizarre experience, a large mosh pit of bodies were attempting to flood into the entrance to the airport when we arrived, another occasion when it was good to be on time I thought to my self! After a little pushing, shoving and gentle elbow nudging we edged our way to the doors and through the security check. The few check in desks were a swarm of people, no discernible queue and boxes piled high all around. We soon figured out all of these people appeared to be trying to get to Jarkarta so opting for another 'queue' we were eventually able to check in, with a measly 10k each of luggage! The departure lounge was nuts, rammed to bursting point with a few doors opening on to the runway or so it seemed. No announcements were made in anything but Indonesian so we attempted to get on the wrong flight more than once.

A little later than scheduled we boarded our little plane, took any seat we fancied and were on our way. PanglakanBun was the epitome of calm in comparison. Bags swiftly unloaded and into a taxi before we knew it. En route our cabbie gave us a card for a tour operator, Mr Majit, little did we know quite how well we'd become acquainted in the next 24 hours. Onwards to the town and not another foreigner to be seen, more pointing and gesturing at the guest house to try and secure ourselves a bed for the night. After settling in there was soon a knock at our door and I was handed yet another card for Mr Majit. Our plan for Panglakan Bun was to stay overnight before heading for Tanjung Puting National Park and figure out how we were going to get ourselves off Borneo and into Java without having to go to Jakarta. Foreigners seemed to be a thing of rarity in the town, we certainly didn't see another in our time there and we were constantly 'helloed', 'where you goinged' and 'where you fromed' where ever we walked. Traipsing back from a grossly smokey internet cafe we were stopped on the main road by a guy on his motorbike with his wife and small child. Thinking they just wanted to stop and say hello like so many others that day we fixed on our smiles into a cheery face. The smiles slipped somewhat when this random chap said 'ah hello, I've been looking for you, I've been to your hotel wanting to talk to you'. It was a little weird, clearly we knew no one but it seemed to have spread like wildfire that there were two foreigners in town!

Feeling a little hunted we soon realised that this was the Mr Majit we'd been hearing about and he'd come from his village to come and talk to us. Leaving us on the roadside we agreed to meet him at the hotel to 'chat'. Mr Majit and his family turned out to be wonderful, and not the stalker I was beginning to suspect. Within a few minutes of being charmed by them all we were signed up for a trip to the National Park all set to leave the next morning. After saying our goodbyes our day ended with a fabulous dinner at a roadside warung. Looking at the few folding tables and gas burner there was not much to shout about until the happy chap with the large knife pulled the lid off a large bucket and pulled out a hefty live crab. Mmmmnnn delicious, thumbs up sign given and 'nasi' ordered and we sat down to await an interesting feast. Before long this huge crab appeared in front of me chopped in large chunks and served in a spicy sauce, a true eat with your fingers affair and it was utterly delicious. We were both stunned when we asked for the bill and were told 40,000 RP, that's about £3.50.