This was to be our last day in Belitung before we set off for the the Kumai River – a two night/ two and a half days sail away.
Such a wonderful view from the anchorageOur main objective was to get our cultural/social visas extended. These visas can be renewed several times to allow you to stay in Indonesia for six or seven months. We went to the Immigration office first thing and started off in an entrance lobby in the building that fronted the road where we waited for a while until eventually someone came along and directed us to a building in the back.
Form filling at the Immigration OfficeAs we stepped into the air conditioned cool of the Immigration Office we realised this could be a long process – the place was crowded with people, some local people I think were applying for passports, others possibly for work visas. We were given some forms to fill out (which required information about our sponsor and a copy of our original sponsor letter) and then were told to go next door to the stationery shop and buy each of us a red folder.
The two skippers duly went off but returned with yellow folders instead of red! Horror of horrors the stationery shop had run out of red folders so Capt’n Birdseye with his designer cap on, decided to buy yellow ones as this was the closest on the colour spectrum to red.
Clearly yellow ones would not suffice as yellow folders were being used for the Indonesians applying for passports. Only red would do so Captain Yantara was sent back to the stationers to make sure there were no red ones. They had definitely run out but undaunted Captain Yantara came back with blue folders. Grudgingly these were accepted.
Oh no! Yellow folders were right out!We were extremely grateful to the kind Immigration official who said he would do his best to get them processed by the end of the day.
In the meantime we had some lunch at our favourite restaurant in Tanjang Padang – Unique Bistro – and bought some final provisions for our trip at the market and enjoyed a very good coffee with a man we had got chatting to in the market. He had excellent English – all self taught by listening to Radio Australia and the BBC World Service.
Just before 4pm we were back at the Immigration Office and after only a short wait our passports were handed back to us. We were very grateful to the Immigration officer who had rushed them through and who had stayed back after the office had closed to do the final checks and stamp the passports.
It was to be Hannah’s last night in Belitung so we went for an explore of another of the little islets near to where we were anchored.
We had to weave through rocks to get get to our little island.There was not another soul in this gorgeous spot and it felt like our own private paradise. We found a well built summer house perched on top of a rock which was a great place to sit a while and take in the wonderful view. Our daughter also found a tree suitable to climb – which of course she had to do.
It was a great way to spend her last afternoon in this undiscovered and idyllic spot.
An idyllic spot
There was even a tree house!
And a tree to climbEarlier in the day we had walked along a path at the back of Ringgo’s warung in Kelayang Beach and Around the small headland had discovered a brand new restaurant – we were literally amongst their first dinner guests – called Crabby Hut.
Crabby Hut – very posh compared with all of he other warungsUnusually for this part of the world the buildings were designed to please the most discerning tourist – an open-sided bar, thatched roof surrounded by palm trees, white sand and trimmed gardens.
View from our the Crabby Hut
The Crabby Hut barWhen night fell we landed on the beach in our dinghies and were in for a wonderful surprise.
This is not a sight you see often in IndonesiaThere on the white sand was a beautifully laid candle-lit table complete with white tablecloth, sparkling silverware, long stem wine glasses and everything just so.
A beautifully presented meal in such a wonderful location was an amazing way for our daughter to spend her last night in Belitung.
Watching the sun go down with a glass of wine (BYO)

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