~ The Last of Samosir, Lake Toba ~

Day Three

After our busy day yesterday we decided to take it easy today, relax around the pool and we also had a lunch date with Lynn. Firstly we walked to Lam’s cafe to have breakfast, well just me as Anthony only has coffee. She made me a delicious smoothie and muesli with fruit.

A view of Zoe’s from the lake, our room was on the third floor

As scheduled, Lynn turned up promptly at 1 pm to bring me to the restaurant as it was too hot to walk, for me anyway!

To the tune of “She’ll be coming round the mountain”

A very nervous pillion passenger!

We just had a light lunch and with the abundance of avocadoes and tomatoes, opted for a delicious salad with chicken.

I decided to walk back, not wanting to risk falling off the back of the bike!

Arrangements had been made for us to have dinner again at Hot Chilli with Joshua. The first night we ate there we met a Japanese man called Mr. Tako – or Tako-San as Anthony called him. He spoke very little English which gave Anthony the chance to converse in Japanese with him. They got along famously and were laughing the whole night. They were very happy to see each other again. Joshua prepared a feast for us. At the end of the evening he said he would take me home – yes you’ve guessed it, on the back of his bike. I felt this was becoming a bit of a habit.

Day Four

We were leaving today and heading back to Medan for our one night stay again. I had checked out the ferry times and decided to catch the 10.45 back to Tiga Raja in Parapat. A driver called Bima would be there to meet us and take us on the long four hour journey back.

Mr. Tako was also joining us on this journey back. Sitting downstairs by the pool waiting for the ferry to turn up, I went and looked frequently to see if it was coming. Of course it didn’t turn up. So two of the girls, Marta and Kim said they would take us to another ferry point and we could catch it there. How were they going to take us – by bike of course! With luggage as well. Mr. Tako went first and then me. I sat behind a very wet Kim, who I had seen that morning jumping into the lake to sort out some guest’s fishing lines, plus her bike wouldn’t start and she hadn’t changed her clothes. Finally off we went with me hoping it wouldn’t stall and find myself sprawled across the road with gravel embedded into my legs (always the drama queen).

After waiting for a further 45 minutes the ferry finally turned up!

Save the last dance for me! My dear hubby, ever the romantic ❤️

We had the best time on Samosir Island, saw beautiful scenery and met lovely people, so glad we visited.

“Selamat Tinggal “