Back to Sumatra... Bright and early the next morning we packed up our stuff and escaped from dismal Bungus Beach with haste. Gavin, our Dutch pal Ferry, and I hired a boat and a guide for a trivial amount. The four of us, along with supplies for a couple of days headed out to Palau Pagang, a pristine isle just an hour down the coast from Bungus.
Ferry Vonk - avid traveler, smoker, reader, and musician. Listen to some of his artistic output HERE.
The fishing boats in this area were ecstatically decorated.
Pagang Island, where time drifts by like a listless breeze through the palms. With no electricity and no permanent inhabitants, it's almost completely deserted, just a few sheds, fallen coconuts, the tracks left by giant monitor lizards, and a few cabins dot the main beach. Pristine beaches and water of the purest hues ring the islet. It was truly a magical place to spend a few days.
Our guide was so sweet, constantly offering us drinks and snacks, preparing great home-cooked meals, and even constructing me a flower necklace!
What did we do on this deserted island? A whole lot of paradise. During the day we swam in the deep blue and snorkeled, taking advantage of the clear water and the proliferation of sea life in the reef off of the northern tip. Sea turtles, blue-spotted rays, and even a rare banded sea snake were encountered during our brief time on the island.
Gavin learned how to fish with a hand line. It was pretty unsuccessful, but fun.
We took a long walk one afternoon and explored the island. We collected shells and chased crabs.
Sunsets were beery and vivid.
Around this time Gavin had a prolonged swim with a precocious sea turtle. There is no snorkel like the magic hour snorkel. Thank you Terrence Malick for the inspiration... reefs are truly alive when the sun is declining.
If you happen to be in West Sumatra, make your way to Pagang Island. This was our last stop on the world's sixth biggest island and it was one of the highlights.