Part 2 – The journey continues- if you don’t know where we are check out my previous blog post.
To get to Waikabubak we had to take the local truck as far as the nearest main road running east to west across Sumba. The journey was an experience! We were in the back of a truck sitting on Sacks of rice and bananas, holding onto anything we could to stop us from falling out.
It started to pour down with rain, fortunately they had planned for this and while we were still moving a guy climbed round the truck securing tarpaulin over the frame on the back of the truck. This worked well at keeping us dry but what nobody had taught these people was that when the back of a moving vehicle is open and there is no through draft then the exhaust fumes get sucked up inside the back of the truck. After 30min it got to the point that I felt faint and couldn’t breathe, I thought I was going to pass out and started trying to find a gap at the bottom of the tarpaulin where I could get a stream of fresh air, I managed to stick my face out enough to get a bit of air, I just wonder how the other people and children in the back of the truck were still awake? The rain eventually subsided and they pulled the tarp away again. After about 4 hours on the truck we arrived. We got out and were charged Rp50,000 each, not bad.
We now had to find another truck, bus or car to take us west to Waikabubak, afer 20min or so a car pulled up and begged us to get a lift with them, for a fee of course! So after a few hours of being squashed into a car overloaded with people we arrived at Waikabubak.
There wasn’t really much to this town, although the people seemed more friendly than back in Wangapu. Finding somewhere to eat was difficult without a bit of help from some locals. We were lucky and met a local guy who always dressed in full cammo gear (he instantly earned the nickname “G.I Joe”).
He was happy to spend his time showing us all the best places to go in return for the occasional meal. Because Waikabubak is inland we knew we would have to travel by car to find waves, we didn’t meet any other surfers so there was no one to give us a bit of advice but we decided to take a gamble and try and find a river mouth break in the south by Wanaka and with the help of our local friend/guide we rented a car & driver for the afternoon.
We struck gold! after and hour or so working our way down to the coast we found a small fishing village, we found a nice 4ft right hander that we had completely to ourselves for the whole afternoon! Although this wasn’t a dream wave the fact there was no line up made it so much more fun.
This really put us back in a good mood considering the bad luck we’d had so far finding good waves on this island, we all went back feeling good about our decision to visit Sumba again. The ferry to Sumbawa (our next stop) only left once a week and so the next morning we headed for the ferry port on a local bus, it was blasting out reggae music and was full of locals smiling.
The Ferry took about 10 hours and was one of the most uncomfortable places thinkable because of how hot the weather was. Fortunately we managed to smooth things over with the captain and blagged our way onto the top deck that was reserved for staff only, Thank you Capitan! I found a prime spot to pitch my hammock, laid back and enjoyed the ocean breeze and world class views of the south pacific. Next stop Lakey Peak, Sumbawa
Once we arrived in Sumbawa it was late, after getting a bus for an hour or so until we stopped at Dompu for some food, then we got a car to drive us the rest of the journey to Lakey Peak. We Were lucky and found a decent place to stay even though it was 2 am when we arrived. The Rip Curl Grom Search competition was on while we were there so it was quite busy but the waves were so good we ended up staying for 10 days before deciding to moving across to Gili Trawangan to party.