Time has ceased

We can barely tell you what year it is, let alone day or time. This may make planning our eventual departure from Weh a little tricky.

And it seems it is not just us- everywhere we go on Weh we find Ramadhan somnolescence.

Masterfully otherwise were the psycho macaques who chased us up and down earlier today, while we were still mastering the scooter with T on pillion screaming Go! Go! Go! like some scene from the Italian Job.

We did not find the Hot Springs, but we toured pretty much every road on Weh and found beautiful coconut meadows high up on the central mountain, tsunami sunken boats in the harbour of Sabang, heard a haunting call to prayer from one of the many many chrome plated iridescent aqua blue mosques, found a cool little south africa owned resort on the east coast complete with a bar and dining area unmistakably saffer in design, complete with photos of lions, and drove through large portions of uninhabited forest, for all we could tell still pretty much primary jungle.