We just happened to arrive in Lake Toba on market day, which I thought was extremely fortunate. I'm not sure my sister agreed with me. I think the sights and smells were a bit much for her (that durian will get you every time). Even I, an hold pro by that time, was a bit disturbed by the stall where they were tossing live chickens into something akin to the spin cycle of an old washing machine, in order to kill and de-feather them in one fell swoop. Somewhat ingenious though, no?
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The market area, seen from a distance. |
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Traditional Batak houses, with their peaked roofs. |
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Our hotel. |
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Hiking up to the ruins. |
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Hearing about the "good ol' days", when they still boiled intruders like us for dinner! |
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