I GOT OFF THE FERRY AT 4AM – LARANTUKA PORT – WHICH IS ON THE FAR EAST SIDE OF FLORES ISLAND. I DIDN’T FEEL WELL THE WHOLE FERRY RIDE, NOT BECAUSE OF THE WAVES, MORE BECAUSE OF THE BANANA PANCAKE I HAD PRIOR TO THE ‘CRUISE’. THERE WAS A SMELLY ‘VIP’ ROOM ON THE FERRY FOR ABOUT 4USD BUT THE AIRCON DIDN’T BLOW ANY COLD AIR AND THE TELEVISION WAS ON FULL BLAST WITH BAD MOVIES AND STALLING PICTURES. IT WAS A RELIEF TO GET OFF THAT THING. 16 HOURS IT TOOK. MARK, A FELLOW TRAVELMATE WHO IS CYCLING THE WORLD BY PUSHBIKE HAD HIS BICYCLE STORED IN MY TRUCK FOR THE FERRY RIDE. WE GOT OF THE BOAT TOGETHER AND LOOKED FOR A LIGHTED PLACE SOMEWHERE AS MARK NEEDED TO CHECK ON SOME MAILS. I WAS ABSOLUTELY ‘KNACKERED’ FROM THE FERRY RIDE AND WE DROVE AROUND AND AROUND THROUGH THE DARK TINY STREETS OF LARANTUKA – LOOKING FOR LIGHT. WE GOT LOST – I PERFORMED A U-TURN – AND BAM!! THERE WAS A LITTLE CONCRETE STORMWATER-DRAIN DITCH KIND OF THING THAT WASN’T REALLY VISIBLE AND MY LEFT FRONTWHEEL DISAPPEARED IN IT – SIDEWAYS – DEEP – WEDGED. THE LAST THING I NEEDED AT 4AM IS GETTING STUCK. BUT THAT WAS THE CASE NOW. PUTTING THE CAR IN 4 WHEEL MODE DIDN’T HELP. IT WAS SITTING ON THE LEFT FRONT SUSPENSION AND THE IMPACT SMASHED OUT SOME CONCRETE – THE SUSPENSION BOLTS STUCK IN THE CEMENT AND THE WHEEL WEDGED IN THE DRAIN. I GOT MY LITTLE SCREWJACK OUT AND SLOWLY WINDED UP THE CASSIS. SOME LOCALS ON SCOOTERS ARRIVED – THE WHEEL ONLY HALF WEDGED NOW THANKS TO THE JACK. I JUMPED IN THE CAR AND THE GUYS LIFTED THE FRONT – I WAS OUTTA THERE — GOOD MORNING FLORES
I DROPPED OF CYCLIST MARK AND STARTED DRIVING WEST – ZERO VEHICLES ON THE ROAD – NICE FOR A CHANGE


I DROVE FOOR A WHILE AND DECIDED TO HAVE A ROADSIDE NAP IN THE SHADE

WHAT I WAS ABSOLUTELY CRAVING AFTER THE SWEATY FERRY RIDE – A SHIT AND SHOWER
I GOT BOTH DONE ON THAT LONELY BEACH

UP A LITTLE MOUNTAIN TRACK, THROUGH A FEW CLOUDS AND…
PAST SOME OF THOSE CUTE STINKY FELLAS…
THERE ARE THE FAMOUS HIDDEN THREE COLOURED LAKES OF THE MIGHTY KALIMUTU VOLCANO



HOLD ON – NO IT’S NOT RED – AS YOU CAN SEE – BUT THAT’S PROBABLY WHY IT HOLDS THE NAME ‘BEWITCHED’ AS IT CHANGES IT’S COLOUR REGULARLY

AS I WENT DOWN THE MOUNTAIN I PICKED UP THE FIRST HITCHHIKER – A JOUNG LOCAL CHICK WANTED TO CATCH A RIDE TO THE BASECAMP



ON MY WAY TO THE TRADITIONAL VILLAGE OF BENA – HIDDEN IN THE JUNGLE


THERE WAS DEFINITELY NOT MUCH GOING ON




AND HOW AS THE SPRINGS ARE DOWN A FEW HILLS FROM HIS VILLAGE



AND DROPPED OF MY NEW FRIEND AT HIS VILLAGE AND DECIDED TO TAKE A DIFFERENT TRACK THAT I SAW ON A LOCAL MAP



I FOUND MY WAY BACK TO THE MAINROAD – AFTER RUNNING OUT OF BRAKES FOR A WHILE AS I JUST OVERHEATED THEM AS THE WAS ONLY CORNERS BAD CONDITIONS AND HILLS ONLY
AND CONTINUED MY JOURNEY TOWARDS LABUAN BAJO TO FIND SOME CIVILISATION..
I HEARD THE DIVE IN LABUAN BAJO IS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE BEST SPOTS IN THE WORLD

THE DIVERSITY WAS INCREDIBLE

THERE IS A CLEANING STATION FOR MANTA RAYS WHICH MEANS THOSE STUNNING 5 METER WIDE ANIMALS FLOAD THROUGH THE WATER AND GET THERE SYSTEM CLEANED BUT TINY LITTLE FISH AFTER THEY HAD A FEED – SIMILAR TO A CROCODILE AND A BIRD

THE SAME DIVING BOAT TOOK US TO RINCA ISLAND WHERE WE MET SOME DRAGONS

FLORES IS SO PURE.. SO PEACEFUL..