The morning of my second day in
Pontianak, I had the google revelation I mentioned at the end of my
last blog. Why was a searching online in English for a motorbike to
rent in a city where they don't speak English? When I switched to
Indonesian, results!
I contacted the office of the rental agency, and they said yes, they had motorbikes to rent. They asked whether I would like for them to deliver one to me. Oh no, I had to check it out first.
Pontianak is a strange city when
it comes to transportation as in there is apparently little to no
public transportation. You don't see taxis on the road. The
motorcycle taxis (ojek, as they're called here) are practically
non-existent. There are a sprinkling of pedicabs (becak), and
occasionally I've seen some run down old vans which serve as the city
bus system. You have to have your own transport to get around here.
The doorman arranged a private taxi ($6 for 3 miles? That's outrageous for Third World prices) to take me to the motorcycle rental agency. On arrival, I saw no motorbikes. The lady behind the desk asks, “Did you call earlier?”
I told her that had been me. Oh, she apologized. She didn't realize when she was talking to me earlier that they were all rented out. There should be one later that afternoon, if not tomorrow, she continued.
Well, damn.
What could I do? It was a good thing I had the taxi wait for me while I went in.
So, with nothing to do but just
wait around (I had already explored the Pontianak within walking
distance the day before), I found a restaurant that sells my
absolutely favorite Indonesian food (Siomay Bandung), checked out the
jacuzzi and pool facilities at the hotel and hoped my phone would
ring.
It finally did. Enjoy the video.
I contacted the office of the rental agency, and they said yes, they had motorbikes to rent. They asked whether I would like for them to deliver one to me. Oh no, I had to check it out first.
Indonesian police aren't as intimidating as I remember |
The doorman arranged a private taxi ($6 for 3 miles? That's outrageous for Third World prices) to take me to the motorcycle rental agency. On arrival, I saw no motorbikes. The lady behind the desk asks, “Did you call earlier?”
I told her that had been me. Oh, she apologized. She didn't realize when she was talking to me earlier that they were all rented out. There should be one later that afternoon, if not tomorrow, she continued.
Well, damn.
What could I do? It was a good thing I had the taxi wait for me while I went in.
Siomay Bandung! |
It finally did. Enjoy the video.
I must admit, you're very patient. Not just with people, but also driving in those places where it looks dangerous to drive. Prayer for you, will continue. Blessings, Lynn
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