After a long night of fun with the surfer dudes, who were 99% Australian we had a big decison. We were in Aceh, we had found the herb we were looking for and realized we were spoiled Americans and really didnt look forward to another 24 hours minimum by van to Banda.

So over a nice breakfast of Nasi Campur, which is rice topped with whatever is left over we started to discuss what to do. Option 1. The original plan get to Banda Aceh, or 2. Get back to Medan and then to Thailand and to Phuket which we were still pronouncing with an F.

Did we accomplish our goal in finding massive buds instead of little rolled bullets? What was the purpose in going to a city? Were we weaklings who couldnt make another super arduous journey? The conclusion was dont go on to Banda Aceh, if we did find more good herb, what was the point we sure as hell werent going to bring it back to Thailand. We had more than we needed or wanted now.

One more day on the beach was the decision and then back to Medan, and Penang, and finally the new frontier Phuket Island Thailand.

Yes I was sad I had given up! But what was the point? Going 24 hours out of the way to see a Muslim city where we would be the only tourists. Then we would be a two day ride back to Medan, with a stop god knows where. The idea of a holiday is fun and adventure not torture. So we enjoyed the last day and night in Aceh Province and really didnt feel that sad we hadnt made it to the capital city. For we had accomplished what we had come for and more.