Smorgasboarder_16_March-2013
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At what passed for the petrol station, I<br />
started to fill the tank. Something made me<br />
fi ll it right to the top. Lucky I did, as I would<br />
need most of it to get back later in the night.<br />
I found the local Chinese run “ sell<br />
everything” shop and proceeded to clean<br />
them out of whatever I could carry in the<br />
rucksack: tinned strawberry jam from<br />
Australia, tinned NZ butter, Indo bread, tinned<br />
Chinese luncheon meat, and whatever else<br />
could be eaten. The rucksack was almost full<br />
when I left the store and headed off into the<br />
night again, only this time with a headlight to<br />
show the way.<br />
Feeling quite chuffed at my efforts to fi rstly<br />
get into town, and secondly to have such a<br />
treasure of food to return with, I couldn’t wait<br />
to get back to the village for a real feed. After<br />
about an hour on the road I realised I was<br />
horribly lost. To add to that, the rear tyre had<br />
totally gone down, leaving the bike sliding its<br />
arse-end around all over the place, but I had<br />
no option but to keep going... Slowly.<br />
I didn’t even know if I was on the right road,<br />
and was hopelessly lost. In the far distance, I<br />
could see a glow of lights, and made my way<br />
towards them, down a dirt track, ending up<br />
at some sort of mining camp with about 300<br />
guys working there. It seemed to be around<br />
10pm at night, but I was only guessing.<br />
The guys all came racing out to greet me.<br />
Although I couldn’t understand a word of their<br />
dialect, they soon had the rear tyre off and<br />
started fi xing it for me, as the manager of the<br />
mine invited me to sit with them and eat. I<br />
thought the night had been interesting up to<br />
this point… How wrong I was.<br />
Although I had trouble with the dialect,<br />
there was one word I understood only too<br />
well - anging (dog) - and this would be the<br />
centrepiece on the table. When I tried to tell<br />
them in Oz we have dogs as pets, they just<br />
laughed at me. Whether this was because<br />
of the mess I was making of their language,<br />
or the fact we kept them as pets, I will never<br />
know. However, the generosity had been<br />
outstanding in helping me with the flat tyre,<br />
so not wishing to offend anyone, I had little<br />
choice but to hoe in and try to forget I was<br />
eating Fido. Let me tell you, dog meat must<br />
be one of the worst meats I have ever tasted.<br />
Even a strong curry would have trouble<br />
masking the flavour, but then again, it was<br />
probably all in my head.<br />
Following dinner, they all pointed to where<br />
I should be heading. As I rode away, I heard<br />
a big cheer from the workers. I thought they<br />
were just giving me a send-off, but no, I<br />
had already started heading in the wrong<br />
direction, and they were yelling trying to point<br />
out my error. But off I went, thinking I was on<br />
the right track.<br />
Simon and Shane, Sumba jungle<br />
“I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IF I<br />
WAS ON THE RIGHT ROAD, AND<br />
WAS HOPELESSLY LOST.”<br />
TALES: BACK IN THE DAY<br />
MAR/APR <strong>2013</strong> | SMORGASBOARDER 109