My last day at Telos didn't really deliver on the waves front, so it was a day of snorkelling, walking deserted beaches, and checking out the local Telos Village on the next island. We sat at the local, really just a few plastic chairs and a fridge full of Bintangs on the only narrow street. There are no cars at all, just an endless very pleasant parade of bikes, trikes, and Yikes! What was that?
Like the guy delivering plastic 44 gallon drums of diesel on a pushy with a platform on the side. Like the usual Asian whole-family-on-a-scooter, and the kids with bodgied-up taxis you pay 20 or 30 cents for. A few of us got lost and the kids pedalled us on forever in the wrong direction for hilarious half an hour. We were so far off track that one of our guys Alistair had to replace the kids tired legs with his own. I had three kids peddling and pushing at one stage. It was a cool way to see the real life of the happy peaceful Christian/Muslim mixed village, but the endless 'hullos' and waving wore out my 'Royal Wave'.
A great farewell dinner with 1400 shots of the week's surfing to entertain us, and I crashed to the soft slap of the lagoon under our bungalow.
This morning Dave Simons ran me for two-and-a-half hours at twenty-plus knots in a pitching sea, with an added storm to make it unforgettable, up to Nias Harbour on the south, with famous Lagundri Bay just a headland away. But no time - There the Telos guys had a cab waiting which ran me to where I'm typing this, the Gunungsitoli Airport on the north end of Nias. It was a wild trip over the sea, and then the land. The whole population lives on the only road, following the beautiful coast, just like most developing islands. The taxi guy never faltered once in doing 80 clicks with little two year olds and flocks of school kids meandering along, missing 100% by inches. Scary. Then we hit a couple of markets, and nobody gets the concept of through traffic. They just get off their scooter in front of the cab and walk away! Huh? But the road was spectacular, like Kamehameha Highway on Oahu 80 years ago.
But the average punter doesn't get that pummeling. The Telos resort guests fly out the way we came in, via an incredible chartered flight to Medan. I just had to cut short my trip to get back for the Deus night on Friday, and the journey I took today is Daves one-person exit from surf paradise. Pretty cool service I reckon.
Dave explained that the resort is pretty much fully booked till the end of the year, so think about getting on to Perfect Wave about a booking for next February. I'm certainly thinking hard about doing it again then. Where else so much surf with so little people???