Why you should visit beautiful Lake Toba, Sumatra.
Lake Toba is spectacular; I would wake up every morning to views of the lake from my bed. The water was a dark marine blue. A few kilometers away the mainland rose spectacularly out of the lake, a rugged line of steep green cliffs between the blues of water and sky. Everything was eerily quiet. Flowers flourish everywhere; reds, yellows and violet adding colour to the green lushness that seems to have overtaken the island. Even the cement stairs down to the hotel’s jetty had been taken over by green moss.
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As hilly as the tiny town of Tuk-Tuk is, it is the flattest part of Samosir Island. It is actually a small peninsula sticking out from the rest of the island. Behind it, the land rises to heights of about 700 meters, a sheer wall of green cliffs and waterfalls that seems to encircle the entire island. The town itself is a collection of homes, hotels, restaurants and shops lining the road that follows the shoreline around the peninsula. My readings somehow made Tuk-Tuk sound very touristy; I guess if you compare it to other places in Indonesia that might be the case. But after Thailand I found it incredibly peaceful and quiet – I saw about 5 other tourists in town in the five days spent in Lake Toba. Most buildings were built of wood, 1 or 2 story buildings topped with traditional Batak roofs. Establishments are family owned. A friendly man rented about 3 motorcycles and 5 mountain bikes from a small stand off the road. Across the street his wife had a tiny little bookstore, tattered books lining uneven shelves. The bookstore was next to a guesthouse that they also ran, their young daughters helping the mother in the kitchen. Down the street was what was to become our favourite restaurant – the Marco Polo restaurant – where we sat in bamboo chairs looking out over the lake while the lady fixed us guacamole sandwiches. Two small boys, her sons, brought us a puppy, shy smiles on their faces. Seven other puppies slept next to their mother under a chair. I noticed that Tuk-Tuk was full of babies; little kids, puppies, kittens, piglets, and chicks everywhere. Lake Toba is a garden of Eden.
We would walk down the road, people looking up from whatever they were doing to smile and wave at us. It was hard to associate these friendly, outgoing people with their somewhat fierce reputation. The Bataks are believed to have migrated here from northern Thailand centuries ago. While the rest of Sumatra became increasingly influenced by Islam, the mountains kept the Bataks isolated both geographically and culturally – they maintained their animist beliefs, unique architecture, and arts and crafts. They were among the most warlike people of Sumatra and were so mistrustful of others that they did not maintain paths between villages or construct bridges. They are also infamous for having practiced cannibalism on criminals and enemies. Villagers, starting with the chief, would cut meat off the victim while they were still alive and would devour it raw. Cannibalism was, for the most part, stopped when the Bataks were converted to Christianity in the 19th century although the rules were relaxed somewhat when the Japanese invaded Sumatra during WWII. I guess nobody really liked the Japanese and eating them seemed like a good idea at the time.
Saturday is market day in Parapat, the town on the side of the crater just a short ferry ride from Tuk Tuk. The usual quiet and empty square next to the pier is suddenly loud and bustling, the town, for this one day, being the congregation point for villagers from the surrounding region. Strange smells waft through the air. Goods are spread out on the ground, some directly on the cement, others on sheets – dried noodles, fruits (oranges, rambutan, pineapples, mangos), dried fish and prawns, vegetables, live chickens in baskets, fresh fish in buckets, others being gutted alive on the ground. Men sold bottles of rice whiskey. Also on sale were durians, the famously bad smelling fruit. Many describe the smell of durians; “rotting onions”, “unwashed socks”, “carrion in custard”, “a sewer full of rotting pineapples.” They’re being politically correct. Durians smell like fresh diarrhea, that’s what they smell like. That’s why they’re banned in hotels, buses, trains, taxis, and airplanes. I saw many signs in Sumatra (usually in hotels) prohibiting durians from their premises during our travels.
We came back on a full ferry. A girl approached me “Excuse me sir, I am English teacher. Can I speak with you in English?” I said yes, only to find out that the girls seated with her were her students – for the next half hour we were surrounded by 20 or so giggling girls speaking to us in halting English; “Where you from? Do you like Indonesia? What are your hobbies? (a seemingly usual question in Asia, I get asked that all the time) Do you have wife? Why not?” I was photographed with each girl at least 3 times. A grizzled-looking older man approached me “Can I speak English with you?” I found out that he had a brother in the USA that he wanted to visit “I want to visit Nebraska. It looks very beautiful.” What are the odds of meeting a guy in the middle of Sumatra who wants to visit Nebraska of all places?
Around Samosir on motorbike
One of the great pleasures on Samosir was driving around on the motorcycle. The roads around Tuk-Tuk are in good shape and almost completely devoid of other vehicles. The distances are also long enough that the motorcycle was useful for daily tasks such as going to the internet café (Toba Cottages has a decent connection) or picking up supplies around town. It was also great for exploring – we drove to Ambarita, about 5 km away, my mother holding on in the back. It was a charming town with parks, a church, and a school; we arrived just as school finished, the road full of chattering kids in red and white uniforms. Driving back, we almost crashed into a huge water buffalo that suddenly decided to sprint across the road; I like to think I looked like James Bond accelerating past the horns, doing a near wheelie with my mom on the back…
I talked my mother into touring the island of Samosir. “A road in a reasonable state of repair follows the coast…” says one guidebook. The road is “not so good” says another. Again, I was to find out that the guidebooks had abandoned Sumatra at around the same time that the tourists had. After 20 minutes the road became a riverbed of large boulders. We bounced around on the motorcycle. Half an hour later we were at the top. The views were spectacular. The problem here was mud. We got stuck and my mother fell off the bike into the mud. 10 minutes later we had a flat back tire. I pushed the motorcycle 3 kilometres in the direction of Tuk-Tuk. We passed tiny villages where kids would see us coming and run for the safety of their homes.
“Hello, I am mechanic! Me good mechanic.” A man was peering over a fence at us. “Come, I help! I am good mechanic!” Our saviour took over our bike, removed the back wheel and replaced the lining – within half an hour our bike was fixed. His pregnant wife and 3 kids came to look in on us, the wife inviting us to tea, the kids staring at us as if we were aliens. They started to cry when I came too close.
As travellers, it is amazing sometimes how we get saved by locals. Knock on wood, everytime something has ever happened to me on a trip there was always someone there to help. Sometimes it takes a bit of negotiation (and a lot of friendly smiles), but somehow everything always seems to awork out.
We left Lake Toba the next day, our heads full of memories of incredibly friendly people and beautiful scenery. It is not an easy destination to get to – Sumatra is for the thick-skinned, adventurous traveller. But once there you will not be disappointed. Lake Toba is the jewel of Sumatra.
Getting there: Most international connections through Penang or Kuala Lumpur. Air Asia by far the cheapest flight into Medan. We book all plane, train, bus and private transport using 12Go Asia. They’re the best booking site in Asia.
Accommodation in Lake Toba: We stayed at Romlan which was great. We’ve also been told that Carolina’s is very good.
Shopping: Batak wood carvings are the thing to get here. You won’t find any better or cheaper anywhere in Sumatra. Batak music is also great – actually quite Latin sounding with its flutes.
When to go: Avoid rainy season (October to April.) Rains are worst in the early part of the season.
Hiking: see rainy season..good hiking on Samosir, but dangerous in the rainy season when it gets very muddy (dress appropriately for leeches )
Not only was it peaceful, it was very cheap; my room was 35,000 rupiahs a night (about $4.50 Canadian) A large meal – and Romlan had a great kitchen serving German and Indonesian food – would come out to about the same. Beer was the most expensive thing, a large Bintang beer would come out to 15,000 rupiahs ($2). Actually, everything in Lake Toba was cheap; I rented a Honda motorcycle during my stay which cost 40,000 rupiahs a day ($5 Cad) I calculated that I averaged about 150,000 rupiahs a day in Lake Toba, that’s about $20 Canadian (approx. $17 USD).
NOTE: addendum to some of the pricing, see comments below.
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Love your blog! The Batak people are so friendly aren’t they. I first went as a solo traveller 10 years ago and was intimidated by the stern expressions – until they break into smiles! We have spent a lot of time there over the last few years and feel it’s like our second home. 🙂
Dear friends. Its nice to introduce my self. I am Victor and I live in the city of Medan- Indonesia. I am director of Tiara Tours Indonesia and my office based in Jalan Panglima Denai No 76 Medan. If there are some friends or family wish to come to Medan please contact us through cellular / wa : +62 85358982828, +6285762820068. I wish you welcome to Medan and welcome to the Lake Toba. Horas …!!! Horas …. !!!
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I’m Going to take you guys to my village, but it’s better for you to come when it’s christmas or by the end of year.
there’ll be a big traditional music/party to celebrate christmas & new year eve.
horas & mauliate.
Thank you very much Daniel, that is very nice of you. I have no idea when we’ll make it to Lake Toba but I would definitely love to go back and show Spanky this beautiful island. Nice website you have, I like the music 😉 .
I am really glad that you enjoy Lake Toba and Batak’s culture.
We are the local there and I wonder if next time you would like to still visit Lake Toba or anywhere in North Sumatra, would you consider our service please.
We just brought guests from Singapore for 4 days and 3 night and it had been a fun and tiring journey. Please visit my blog https://horastourism.wordpress.com/2014/06/20/debut-for-horas-tourism-day-1/ and https://horastourism.wordpress.com/2014/06/25/debut-for-horas-tourism-day-2/ to see our trip.
Lake Toba looks beautiful! And that puppy is just too cute.
Wow – this looks amazing! Loved the photos – the flowers are so beautiful, the dog is cute and the Sunday market looks crowdy;) – while the ladnscapes suggest peace! This sounds like a must visit place!
You make me wanna visit right now, it all sounds so peaceful.
It seems like you really settled in. I would like to see the place in the market, (the first picture) . Looks like a photographers dream!
Thank you Michael – it is a photographer’s dream! But getting there is tough, the infrastructure is not great. But it is a beautiful place with some very welcoming people. Hope you get there one day 🙂
Thanks for your comment on my own Lake Toba post. Reading what your wrote and looking at your photos, I would say not all that much has changed since 2004, although prices have definitely increased. I paid 30,000 for my (very minimal) room, but staying in Romlan or Carolina’s will probably be upwards of 100,000 these days. Of course, that depends on the season and your bargaining skills.
The area definitely gets more visitors nowadays, too, but tourist numbers are still relatively low, compared to more popular countries in SE Asia. I mean, try to imagine how crowded this place would be, if it were located in Thailand.
As for recommendations, Jenny’s Restaurant had my favorite grilled fish–the curry topping they put on it was amazing and I ate there at least 4 times a week. It was my most expensive meal of the visit, but still under $5. For accommodation, the two you recommended are still quite popular, but I think that has more to do with their touts intercepting people on the ferry than anything else. Personally, I spent an hour or two checking out various places until I found one to my liking. They’re all similar, but slightly different.
I really appreciate your feedback, that’s great information. Thank you very much!