Day 15: The Waterfall, Water Rafting

The day began with an elaborately laid breakfast at 9am. The camp opposite our own got visited by a famous orangutan, called Jackie and her young. So we went to check them out.

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We played in the water for some time, then we crossed the river a couple of times to the waterfall. The waterfall was beautiful, cool, refreshing. At the waterfall, I was crowned the Lord, King Raja himself by one of the guides. He made kingly garb from leaves and vines. We played some more in the water, and then went back to our campsite.

We had a fruit snack, lunch and then broke camp. We rafted down the river to our hotel. It was loadsa fun. We competed with the other teams to get to the hotel. Having started last, our raft boat was able to make up for the lost time, and was leading at some time. In the end, we came second after a closely-fought battle with the leading team.

We got back to our rooms, and I changed and I am here writing this post. We are supposed to prepare for our return to Manado then to lake Toba.

At 9.30pm, we left in our Parisawata bus headed for Manado. On the way, we dropped off Annisah who was to visit her uncle during our lake Toba trip. I tried to sleep in the bus, but it was very difficult due to the bumpy nature of the trip. We got to the outskirts of lake Toba at 5.30am, but we had to wait until 6am to get on the ferry to our hotel.

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