We
started off over the rocks to the other side where the road resumed. We walked
along for some time, passing various farms and homes. My guide throughout was a
very slow walker especially by NG standards. He was young and fit with
dreadlocks down the back, but didn't like to walk fast and seemed to need to
take a long break every 5 minutes.
I would ask him if there was a problem, but he just grunted. Male pride. 
Not sure if he was just lazy or if there was something else.We would stop several times to get the betel nuts for him, or cigarettes, or candy. Eventually we came up to the police stop where they took my suran jalat photocopy for records. They had a strange bird with a vague resemblance to an owl tied up.
A few minutes past we were at another police station and they got my last photocopy and stamped it.
Ralf Kreuze
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