Still travelling. . .

Another small island, another dock, another volcano.

We've arrived in Larantuka, Flores, by 9;30, and by 9;40 are on a bemo bus complete with blaring base, on our way to a beach, somewhere.

The beach turns out to be bamboo bungalows on a muddy sea front of teak trees and mangroves, overshadowed by another volcano on the road to the next big town, Maumere. It's us and the family running it, and 3 rooms only. We won't be leaving in the morning.