Good news on my 100th world record attempt
A handful of km up the road, I was told to get out of the small car and walk into a satellite police station. Officers spoke their language in front of me and I was eyed up for a good…
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A handful of km up the road, I was told to get out of the small car and walk into a satellite police station. Officers spoke their language in front of me and I was eyed up for a good…
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OK so I love the band the Police, but this was going to be yet another test of my nerves on this 100th world record attempt, meeting the Indonesian police force – with all the rumours around brutality and bad…
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Hendriek, my host in Pontianak, had been a fantastic personal guide. He rode me to the equator monument, which, he said, had then been moved about 60 metres when it was realized the original was in the wrong place! On…
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The driver took me right to the door of my pre-arranged host. I was the last passenger to be dropped off. Hendriek welcomed us both with a meal of hot offal and told me I was going out on the…
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The owner of a restaurant the car taking me to Pontianak stopped at wasn’t expecting me, I’m sure. When he asked my name, my country and whether I was travelling alone, I snapped. It wasn’t the last question on its…
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After an oily breakfast served by the friendly shop owners who were entertained by the story I told them of the lock on my pelvis, the people mover again sped off. This time, we slowed to a crawl and turned…
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The next leg of my 100th world record attempt as I journey around Borneo whilst remaining virtuous and chaste is certainly taking its toll on my body. I am now suffering with several tiredness and fatigue symptoms, as I struggle…
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Because my laptop is a sensitive device, I’ve got to carry it very carefully. This means keeping it on or next to my lap whenever I travel. During my next journey segment it was no different. The vehicle was small…
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The well-spoken man, Rohidan, walked toward me, where he could see my hitchhiking sign reading “Pontiankak” and told me, in perfect English, to get into his car. Feeling comfortable with him, I did. Someone had tipped him of that a…
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Pangkalan buun, I’m told the city name I can never pronounce is said, was my next waypoint where I had to prove my whereabouts. At each such waypoint, I had to search for, get myself to, and position myself with…
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