With a hangover and a fake sponsor by my side I face the Indonesian Immigration for the thrid time before saying goodbye to my passport (and thats success so far) and heading with Matt to Bukittinggi.

What a feeling as you encounter the temple of all temples and the unique village that surrounds this government owned monument.

After two epic bus jounrneys down the east coast of borneo (and lots of adventure, mainly involving either miscommunications or orangutans), having crossed the equator once more the journey continues in the southern hemisphere. City life is good for a couple of days, anmd I am treated to a pizza by new travel companions (and self confessed travel snobs) Tony and Thomas.