Indonesia 2 the bus

The bus arriving hour later was his ride. Not the image of a greyhound coach he's normally used to seeing in the States but more a chicken bus overloaded with men, women, children and actual chickens to his surprise. They're luggage bundled to the top as Potter without any other option board says destiny. Cramming his pack between his legs he settles in and hopes for the best. As the driver pulls away. Sets off. Water will soon learn time and Indonesia is set to a different. He sets the navigation on his phone and earbuds in his ears, closing his eyes. To catch a bit of sleep. And impossible task as the driver cranks up the Arabic music. Pumping through the 6-in speakers beside his head the route taking them down the middle of the elongated Island towards Jakarta the capital as far as he can tell only a few hour ride. As it turns out 48 hours later arriving in Jakarta bloodshot eyes a pounding headache and a stench of ruminating from every inch of his person the ride from hell. The ride from Hell consisted of two drivers tendonly switching seats when they were too tired trees falling in the middle of the road during a major brainstorm pregnant woman no woman dying I don't know the prayer chant blasting through the speakers every 5 hours next to his head the stops for prayer every couple hours also for an hour.

Stepping off this sadistic mode of transportation in a fog a transition Point as he had no intention of staying in the massive busy city. Of Jakarta. His next mode of transportation and minivan fitting nine others and himself, a much better ride as he passed out in the rear as exhaustion overtakes him. A few hours later waking up as the van arrives at the ferry to valley. Potter watches is they make the crossing. The refreshing blue glare ocean in every direction and vibrant display of colors is the sun eliminates natural beauty surrounding them as they approached the island. His resting place, from the insanity of the journey. A piece as he arrives at his destination. The Trials of the last 2 days worth the prize a few more hours away. A coastal town along the South West Coast of bali. Checking in at a small Homestead of a hostel he heads to the pool with cold ice beer in hand for some r&r. Potter had annoyingly arrived on the Eve of the day of silence. A national day observed by all of valley. The day consisting of absolutely nothing. Outside the the domicilia area lights and noise of any sort are prohibited and forbidden. As the spirits pass over the island. Complete silence is needed as not to alert the demon forces at work. The islands laying dormant in hopes the spirits of past will pass by it unnoticed.