Ferry to Flores Indonesia
The middle of the night passes unnoticed, and I am on the ocean. Over packed trucks sit below in a cargo hold, and their drivers pass time around me smoking cigarettes on cold metal benches.
The ferry ride, nine hours long seems like an eternity from my make-shift bed on the floor. The boat pushes forward through the night waves, and the sounds of the engine reverberate through the floor. My backpack props up my head, but I am not sleeping.
This is not comfortable or exotic or glamorous, it is the core of traveling. This is seeing a country like a local driver and his family. It is a pack of oreos for dinner and a night spent worrying that if you fall too deeply asleep your passport might not be packed between your camera gear in the morning. When you do wake up, kinda groggy, definitely grouchy, but a little in awe of the whole thing, well that is the feeling.
It is that feeling when the sunrises over Flores Indonesia as the ferry pulls into the harbor, and covered in dirt you’ve made it.
[Photos taken on Ferry from Sape Sumbawa to Labuan Bajo, Flores Indonesia December 2012 | Canon 5D | 35mm]