
Berastagi, Indonesia
Blog 50
After another smokey squashy minibus ride we climbed up and into the hills to arrive in the village of Beristagi. Immediately greeted by masses of people, pointing fingers and laughs, we tried to get our bearings and headed up the road to our hostel which we'd been recommended and rightly so. This homestay was ran by Awan and his 70 year old mum, and they couldn't do enough to make you feel welcome. Cups of tea on demand and morning chats to check we'...