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Published: April 24th 2018
Coming back late afternoon after the temples meant every opportunity to get straight out and explore the local area. No rest for the wicked 😉
My roomie Matthew from the USA but lives in China for 3 years already, went to explore the local streets. To be fair he’s been here for 4 days already so he was pretty much my tour guide which was superb AND of course being the tourist attraction I have become, it made the stares and selfies a bit easier to digest! Lol 😆
We roamed through the hustle and bustle of Yogyakarta, batik stalls, food stalls, souvenirs - all in its abundance!!! How do they all make money when they sell the same thing?! 😖 Naturally everywhere you go there’s a McDonald’s and a Burger King and a Pizza Hut bla bla bla but OF COURSE I opted for local food, but not just any old local restaurant... oh come on ... it’s got to be street food 👍 You can’t get any more authentic (some might say brave - to those people I say “where is your sense of adventure?!) than good old street food! The seller we chose had the cutest cart
ever, made in the shape of a small boat and boy did he whack out the food quickly! And here is where my Indonesian lessons began... so apart from when you actually see a picture if the food, how on earth are you going to figure out what to order? Aha! 😖 Time for a quick Indonesian class in food. EVERYONE knows Nasi Goreng (ok maybe not Mama😉), so Nasi = rice and Goreng = fried. So at the temple I ate Nasi Pecel (rice with veggies & peanut sauce). Ayam = chicken & Soto = soup. So with those key words in mind the menus are now a piece of cake. For dinner I chose Ayam Bakar... let me leave that one with you to figure out 😝🧐
I’ve also now got to grips with the VALUE of money here. Working in thousands is well, a bit confusing at times, especially when you give someone 10000 when you should have given 100000. Good job it wasn’t the other way round!!! Lol
Oh, I totally forgot to mention that yesterday whilst walking around the temples a sense of sheer dread filled my vains when I realised I’d been walking
around Borobudur for a good 30mins if not more with my back pack open and purse in full view 😱 Luckily Indonesia is FRIENDLY & HONEST despite noticing a few shady characters following me which actually prompted me to look in the first place! That could have been a recipe for disaster but it wasn’t so no drama!
Anyway, now I understand the value of their money (dinner yesterday cost me ooooh a whole US dollar!😆), I was a bit taken aback by the $3 lunch I had to pay at the airport 😂😂😂). Damn I knew I should have gone out on the street for food before I left for the airport 😂!
But in the morning I was a bit busy you see; after a leisurely breakfast on the beanbags by the jacuzzi (fruit followed by pancakes), I made my way out in the relentless sun to go to the water palace and the sultans palace. To be fair it has been cloudy but boy am I glad of the clouds because it’s 32 degrees and humidity of 91%!!! Naturally I got lost along the way (10mins in the opposite direction 😖😆) but I found my way
eventually, after an Indonesian guy stopped me to ask where I was going and when I told him the water palace, his face was a picture “oooooooohhhhh wrong direction” he said 😂😆 (classic me!). I saw him later on again in a shop when I was buying water and he asked me how I liked the water temple and then where I was going next - what a lovely man he was ☺️
So, the water palace cost all of $1 entrance fee and was about 4 different sites to visit (yep you guessed it, I got lost in the back streets going from one place to the next and no there were no signposts for all you smart a**’s who were just about to ask (I know who you are 🤨 and nobody likes a smarty pants 😝). Then it was another $1 entrance fee for the sultans HUGE palace/grounds and I managed to get a taste of Javanese music inside the palace (right time, right place)👍.
Glad to be leaving the hustle and bustle of let’s say the big city smoke. I’m hit, sweaty, feel like a tramp but every time you step out the shower it’s
back to square one! 😖.
Time to take some clothes off, no seriously 32 degrees & 91% humidity (you have to be covered here, it’s a Muslim country so a vest & shots is just a no, no!) AND time for a cold beer please (again, can’t here, it’s a Muslim country and 15/5 is Ramadan so it’s getting close).
Let me just leave you with my last little story of the day. My taxi man Rachmat, from when I first arrived, had come to collect me from the hostel as pre arranged via WhatsApp (its BIG over here as are selfies ... every-few-seconds😖) and I’m waiting outside looking for this taxi, little did I know that he was just pulling up in his lowered Honda Civic estate (don’t ask 😖😆) with extra large exhaust pipe and blacked out windows fully equipped with sound system no less (his private car). Oh my life, I almost wet myself TWICE! Once when I saw his bad boy car and almost the second time on route to the airport when we were stuck in traffic and his car was vibrating so badly 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Needless to say I had to take a
picture when I got to the airport although it doesn’t do it justice AND yep you guessed it Rachmat already asked for a selfie whilst we were stuck in traffic. I told you I’m going to be an Instagram star over here in Indonesia 🇮🇩😝😆⭐️🌟💫
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