Back to Poya Lisa

I'm finally back in my paradise. The boat ride from Ampana to Poya Lisa was exactly the same as last year, minus the thundering. Huge waves, very windy and the boat was swallowing water and I again thought I'm gonna swim soon. The captain was the father of the captain from last year so I good steering must run in the family. We made it to Bomba safe, only some stomaches were quite empty from all the puking and I was shaking for quite a while after touching the land.

A moment later nobody was smiling anymore.

Poya Lisa is a small island near Bomba Village in Togean Island is Central Sulawesi. It's small, cosy and great place just to relax. Many people get stuck there and never want to leave. 

But what really can you do in Poya Lisa? Play card games, snorkel around the island and this time there was also a chance to try out a slack line. Or you can go to the village and watch volleyball and football tournaments. The beer is also cold. Enough.

Lisa, my new room mate. I liked her better than the huge spider on the wall, coconut snake in the terrace and the rat the water bucket.

Poya Lisa.

And what to have for xmas dinner? Lobster! Omnomnom!

12 lobsters for 250 000 rupees. Can't complain here.

I was trying to learn how to play ukulele until... 

… a french couple came to the island with a slack line. Who need a ukulele anymore...

I'm addicted. There will be a slack line in a garden in Pakila next summer…

Where the hell is my luggage?

In Frankfurt. Shit.

I went back to Asia the cheapest way possible. Malaysian Airlines had the best offer so I flew to Singapore via Frankfurt and Kuala Lumpur. In Frankfurt the transit time was 4 hours so I thought that'll be no problem. In KL I had only 1 hour and was a bit worried that I'll make it but my backpack wont. I shouldnt worry too early as my luggage never even made it further than Frankfurt. No problem if I would have stayed in Singapore but I already booked flights forward to Palu in Sulawesi. That was a huge action from Lion Airs side too as they rebooked my flights not only one time with unpossible flying times. Oh well, thats Indonesia :)

Anyways, I made it to Palu and started to wait. The airport is really small, there's no usual modern airport technologies available but the staff is really helpfull. I sat in Lion Airs office basically for 3 days waiting for my bag. I also emptied the Billabong shop I found in a mall as my insurance pays me a bit when my luggage is delayed. And really, where should I put all the new clothing as for sure they dont fit into my bag...

Finally in the fourth day I was re-united my now too full backpack and I could finally move forward towards Ampana and the Togean Islands. My third time there. I can't think there's any better place to spend christmas than at Poya Lisa with some people that are special to me.