The countryside around Tomohon, with Mount Lokon on the horizon.
The countryside around Tomohon, with Mount Lokon on the horizon.

Heading Tomohon

Dear English-speaking readers, this page is an automatic Google translation from a post originally written in French. My apologies for the strange sentences and the funny mistakes that could gave been generated during the process. If you can read French, the original and correct version can be found here PetitesBullesdAilleurs.fr

  Indonesia: Sulawesi - July 2007

Now that I am the queen of the mikrolet, I am embarking without hesitation in the first blue minibus that displays "Karombasan" direction "Wanea". Karombasan is the bus terminal south of Manado.

Take the good bus ...

The place is filled with people and I am overwhelmed by my big bags. But an amiable gentleman and his wife take the one that contains my dive gear and drive me nicely to the bus for Tomohon.

They leave to spend the weekend in Tondanolike many city dwellers. People are really nice here, with the tourists straying ...

Entered through the window of the mikrolet, a small piece of the Manado market, near the Karombasan terminal.
Entered through the window of the mikrolet, a small piece of the Manado market, near the Karombasan terminal.

Arrived safely at Tomohon, in a dilapidated bus, which by some miracle is still rolling.

Along the laces of the road, I discover the beauty of the region: cultivated fields, small provincial towns, bits of forest, and the panorama on Manado and its bay. It's relatively fast, three-quarters of an hour's drive.

The countryside around Tomohon, with Mount Lokon on the horizon.
The countryside around Tomohon, with Mount Lokon on the horizon.

A bungalow in the mountains

At Tomohon, I opt for the Happy Flower Homestay, which also belongs to Tommy, the Indonesian who holds Froggies with Christiane.

The garden is pretty, but the four bungalows are starting to show their age. Hot water only works in two rooms out of four ... And the household is obviously not done very often.

Never mind. Bungalow 120 000 Rp. I'm too lazy to visit the two neighboring guesthouses. I ask myself.

That said, I did well to opt for the Happy Flowerbecause Tommy came to spend the weekend with the family. And it's the only one to speak English, apart from a guide I will meet later, which has its quarters here. Tommy, very nice, make a call, and arrange me a motorcycle trip for the next day.

The farmers return from the fields by the path that passes in front of the Happy Flower Homestay.
The farmers return from the fields by the path that passes in front of the Happy Flower Homestay.

My pilot will be Anto. A nice guy like everything, but with whom the conversation is extremely limited, considering that his level of English is even worse than my level of Indonesian ...

I learn, in the evening, the return of Yoce (pronounced Yotché), the guide who works for the Happy Flower Homestay and who gives a tour of the area to the few tourists passing through, that I missed the «French family». Eh yes ! Olivier and Ariane have slept here, and they have just returned to Manado, with their three daughters. We missed each other just because, in the afternoon, I made a trip to the local internet cafe, not far from the homestay.

It's pleasant and refreshing, Tomohon. Big town of peaceful province, very spread out, with all full of churches there again. I saw several marriages since my mikrolet, with bridesmaids in candy pink dress and fanfare ...

  Indonesia: Sulawesi - July 2007

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