After almost not sleeping at all I try to perk up in the morning. My cousin is coming to take us to some cool places. He arrives at 11am and I am armed with lots of bottled water for the day. Our first stop is lunch. I have taken the anti nausea tablets so try…
I’m as sick as a dog. I barely slept last night and spend the morning “enjoying” an intimate relationship with the toilet. But at some point we just have to go out. We take a taxi to Paragon Mall where there is a XXI cinema. The Man from U.N.C.L.E. is showing and is starting now…
It’s stinking hot outside as we set off to walk around Semarang’s Old Town. We have no idea what to expect. Last year when I was here, I rode on the back of my cousin’s motorbike to check everything out. So this gave me a certain impression of the city. One in which places were…
I hate to say it, but we spend the entire day in our hotel room relaxing. Well, I did work until about 1pm. Then I looked at Paul and asked what he wanted to do. He didn’t care and I didn’t feel like doing much. So we settle in for a rest day watching movies…
We say goodbye to Wijaya and his family. To be honest, I am sad to say goodbye to a cool guy who opens his heart and home to so many strangers from countries far and wide. The train station is just five minutes away and we only wait 2-3 minutes before boarding and setting off…
I could start with a long explanation of how we got scammed on the way to Bromo but that would detract from the wonderful experience of this amazing place. I’ll give the Readers Digest version: We paid 700,000IDR ($70) for a private mini bus to the last village and back (1.5 hours each way plus…
Last night Wijaya (our Couch Surfing host) told us that there would be a walking street at the Alun Alun this morning. So I wake early and am not disappointed. There are market stalls selling all manner of food, drink, clothes and trinkets. Without the usual buzz of scooters it is easy to meander through…
Our morning is fairly uneventful. We use up all but ten minutes of our midday checkout from the hotel and walk to the Java Dancer Cafe where we are the day of the parade. With over three hours to kill before our train departs, we again order cheeseburgers and orange juice. Followed by iced chocolates…
We’re both feeling much better after “enjoying” traveler’s bellies for a few days. We’ve stopped eating street food to let our stomachs settle and that seems to have done the trick. So we’re ready to walk. We start with a walk to the train station to buy our tickets for tomorrow’s trip to Probolinggo.…
Beep beep. Toot toot. Beep beep. Toot toot. The taxi driver attacks the horn as though his fare depends on it as he tries to race his way from Malang to Batu. He looks to be well over 70 but is probably only in his 50s. His fingers curl around the steering wheel as though…
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