Bus Treachery/Wretchery

Warning: The following post contains graphic imagery of being on a bus.

Mimi at Mojo, looking how she feels

After our experience on Moyo Island, we were pretty eager to get away. We were in the mood to get to Labuan Bajo, Flores, where we would be able to board a tour of Komodo National Park. Flores was just four legs away, ferry from Moyo to Sumbawa Besar, bus from Sumbawa Besar to Bima, bus from Bima to Sape, ferry from Sape to Labuan Bajo. We assumed that after the slow, loud, two hour ferry trip from Moyo, our troubles would be gone and we would be away free.

Tropical Paradise but reality knocks…

So we’re now in Pulao Mojo, or Moyo Island, and it’s really eye opening.

At a very long stop along the way where I wish I got food

After a long trip on a rusty bus that was shaking itself to pieces, we arrived in Sumbawa Besar – what I assume to be the capital of Sumbawa. Even in this bigger city, like most of Sumbawa, there is not much accommodation for travelers. We faffed around when we arrived, with google maps sending us to the wrong place and bemo drivers looking to make a quick buck, but eventually arrived at a homestay