Loxoboxo

LOXOBOXO?

The first time I travelled to Sumatra was groundwork exercise. Could I source and ship beans directly back to my home town of Townsville from Sumatra. If I could do that, then stuff it, I was definitely going to give up my accounting career and become a coffee roaster. I had planned and been given a contact, a trader in Parapat on the shores of Lake Toba. I had arranged to visit her for a day over the Easter Break. As such, I had four days to get up there and back. Townsville, Brisbane, Jakarta to Madang I could do in a lucky, 17 hours by plane. Lucky because the trip would commence on Thursday. Then it was a further bus ride of 6 hours to Parapat. I had studied Bahasa and was ready to go.

Toba 1

The bus part of a trip was a death trap and a gas chamber. Compounding a pulsing head, was a strike down of flu. Virulently, violent and from nowhere. I felt chronically ill, ready to collapse and throw up, I got off the bus and did. I collapsed by the side of the road in a ditch where no one could see me. When I woke up it was 8.15pm. I had slept for over 6 hours and thought the current predicament wide of the intended mark. Shack houses with corrugated roofs and ramshackle wooden sides lined both sides of the road. An electric light or two were on in any shack, showing typically a mud floor, plastic furniture but there seemed to be people talking and a lot going on. People came and went and they smiled and said hello as I walked by. After an hour of walking, I sensed some distance to go and asked a smiling face
how far it was to Parapat. It was an hour by bus but there was no bus till tomorrow it said.


Toba 2
The smile turned to a laugh. What was I doing? What the flip. Well, I should stay the night as a guest in the shack because that would be sensible and best. And the smiling face’s name was Loxoboxo.

Loxoboxo gave me a banana and cup of water, smiled again and pointed to a bathroom and a small room with a plastic bed on a mud floor with clean and ironed linen. I crashed. Around nine I got up and was given a banana and a cup of water again. I went to the bathroom, there was a hole in the ground, strips of timber covering parts of the mud floor and in the corner, a breeze block meter in every dimension, a water filled bath tub. A saucepan rested on the floor as a ladle. Stinky me got in the tub of refreshing water which straddled me towards my standing chest. I washed a bit and then I felt something touching my back. It was under the water, sharpish and slimy. I turned around there was something on the water’s surface. I grabbed the saucepan and whacked it one. A fairly big fish rose to the surface. I got dressed and Loxoboxo put me on the bus before I explained about the fish in my bath. I waved goodbye in thanks to the again smiling face.


Toba 3
The fact was it was not a bath tub, it was rather Loxoboxo’s water supply, the fish kept insect larvae at bay and you stood by the supply and used the saucepan as a ladle to wash. Unknowingly I had ruined Loxoboxo’s water supply and the custom would have been to buy a gift to say thanks. And I had done nothing! So, my first trip to Sumatra and Lake Toba started unplanned and character building.

Toba 4

Unspoiled and forgotten are the shores of Lake Toba, where the deliciously weird semi-washed coffees of Sumatra derive. Initially, this espresso is both delicate and in your face. With an abstract dark balsam earthiness and a tongue twisting classic viscosity. An enticing Jezebel.

Heavy bodied espresso, with a prevalent thread of earthiness.

Fantastic
Great
Good
Good
Fantastic
Great
Strength & Body
Acidity

$37.50 Each

LOXOBOXO?

The first time I travelled to Sumatra was groundwork exercise. Could I source and ship beans directly back to my home town of Townsville from Sumatra. If I could do that, then stuff it, I was definitely going to give up my accounting career and become a coffee roaster. I had planned and been given a contact, a trader in Parapat on the shores of Lake Toba. I had arranged to visit her for a day over the Easter Break. As such, I had four days to get up there and back. Townsville, Brisbane, Jakarta to Madang I could do in a lucky, 17 hours by plane. Lucky because the trip would commence on Thursday. Then it was a further bus ride of 6 hours to Parapat. I had studied Bahasa and was ready to go.

Toba 1

The bus part of a trip was a death trap and a gas chamber. Compounding a pulsing head, was a strike down of flu. Virulently, violent and from nowhere. I felt chronically ill, ready to collapse and throw up, I got off the bus and did. I collapsed by the side of the road in a ditch where no one could see me. When I woke up it was 8.15pm. I had slept for over 6 hours and thought the current predicament wide of the intended mark. Shack houses with corrugated roofs and ramshackle wooden sides lined both sides of the road. An electric light or two were on in any shack, showing typically a mud floor, plastic furniture but there seemed to be people talking and a lot going on. People came and went and they smiled and said hello as I walked by. After an hour of walking, I sensed some distance to go and asked a smiling face
how far it was to Parapat. It was an hour by bus but there was no bus till tomorrow it said.


Toba 2
The smile turned to a laugh. What was I doing? What the flip. Well, I should stay the night as a guest in the shack because that would be sensible and best. And the smiling face’s name was Loxoboxo.

Loxoboxo gave me a banana and cup of water, smiled again and pointed to a bathroom and a small room with a plastic bed on a mud floor with clean and ironed linen. I crashed. Around nine I got up and was given a banana and a cup of water again. I went to the bathroom, there was a hole in the ground, strips of timber covering parts of the mud floor and in the corner, a breeze block meter in every dimension, a water filled bath tub. A saucepan rested on the floor as a ladle. Stinky me got in the tub of refreshing water which straddled me towards my standing chest. I washed a bit and then I felt something touching my back. It was under the water, sharpish and slimy. I turned around there was something on the water’s surface. I grabbed the saucepan and whacked it one. A fairly big fish rose to the surface. I got dressed and Loxoboxo put me on the bus before I explained about the fish in my bath. I waved goodbye in thanks to the again smiling face.


Toba 3
The fact was it was not a bath tub, it was rather Loxoboxo’s water supply, the fish kept insect larvae at bay and you stood by the supply and used the saucepan as a ladle to wash. Unknowingly I had ruined Loxoboxo’s water supply and the custom would have been to buy a gift to say thanks. And I had done nothing! So, my first trip to Sumatra and Lake Toba started unplanned and character building.

Toba 4

shippingWe ship with Fastway and Australia Post. Shipping cost will be calculated at checkout and can be reviewed before purchase. We endeavour to despatch all orders by the next business day.

Never run out again

Coffee Subscriptions

1

Pick up your coffee. Not sure what you like? Change it later. We don’t mind.

2

Tell us how often you want it delivered AND pause or restart your subscription at any time.

3

Get started right this moment and subscribe today!

cartShop Now