Read this one after Gorontalo City.

Maaarp maaarp. Awoken by the sound of the ships horn 3.30 ish. Out the port hole I can see some little fishing boats with lights and the ships light sweeping.  An hour later we dock.

Herded to wait in the island ticket office. Only the backpackers. But it is official tickets unlike the national park which were dodgy  photocopies .

In the dawn we watched men  unloading cement.

When a truck driving on  bellied out a bunch of  men pushed the ferry backward a bit then the truck drove on.

The boat for our hotel arrives. People sitting on the wall  are saying buaya. Buaya and pointing at a log

Buaya.  Crocodile . No .No. joke yes ha aagh the locals are being funny with the tourists.   I see spikes ok it’s a very good joke, a very  crocodile ish log .  Then it submerged and resurfaced.Ok, logs don’t do that.   We’ve come to snorkel and dive. No where on the list of wonders we might see did it mention crocodiles.