4th November 2011
I got up early, jumped on my moped and went straight to the immigration office for 8am. I waited a while and spoke to the officer on the information desk who looked at my visa and then generated a list of documents I would need to provide to get the visa extension. Due to the type of visa amongst the list was a letter from my sponsor in Balikpapan and a copy of their ID. Great, its like reapplying for the visa. I thought back to when I was in the immigration office in Balikpapan, across the road from where my sponsor works.. and wondered.. why didn't I ask more questions about the process?
All was not lost, I spoke to Mada in Balikpapan, emailed him the list of things I needed and he would post them to me at the hostel which I had not moved in to yet.
I spent the rest of the day looking around dirt cheap, filthy smelly hostels looking for one that I felt I could actually sleep in! I found a place called Dua Dara, 10 mins walk from the beach, the room is clean 'enough', quite big, and has a swimming pool, and it costs under 7 pounds a night. So I thought I might move in there tomorrow.
Earthquake!
I crashed at the hotel later, around 10pm. I was laying on the bed at around 10:25 when everything started moving, it was a strange sensation and the only thing I could think was that it must be an earthquake! The movement stopped after about 20 seconds and I just fell asleep.
I got up early, jumped on my moped and went straight to the immigration office for 8am. I waited a while and spoke to the officer on the information desk who looked at my visa and then generated a list of documents I would need to provide to get the visa extension. Due to the type of visa amongst the list was a letter from my sponsor in Balikpapan and a copy of their ID. Great, its like reapplying for the visa. I thought back to when I was in the immigration office in Balikpapan, across the road from where my sponsor works.. and wondered.. why didn't I ask more questions about the process?
All was not lost, I spoke to Mada in Balikpapan, emailed him the list of things I needed and he would post them to me at the hostel which I had not moved in to yet.
I spent the rest of the day looking around dirt cheap, filthy smelly hostels looking for one that I felt I could actually sleep in! I found a place called Dua Dara, 10 mins walk from the beach, the room is clean 'enough', quite big, and has a swimming pool, and it costs under 7 pounds a night. So I thought I might move in there tomorrow.
Earthquake!
I crashed at the hotel later, around 10pm. I was laying on the bed at around 10:25 when everything started moving, it was a strange sensation and the only thing I could think was that it must be an earthquake! The movement stopped after about 20 seconds and I just fell asleep.
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