Couchfish Day 339: Two teraseconds

The boat crossing from Parapat to Samosir, on a still day, is a spectacular affair. Glassy waters reflect daubs of white fluffy clouds and later, an overcast sheen as we near the island. There’s no sound save murmurs of passenger chit chat, the ferry’s engine and the slosh of the wake. Travel doesn’t get much more idyllic than this—it wasn’t though, alw…