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Travel Blogs from Yogyakarta
... of the road, inside set-up gazebos complete with floor mats - it sounds uncomfortable, but the makeshift stalls were actually pretty cosy and the deep-fried chicken (that the region is famous for) was delicious. Marilboro street was similar in some ways to Koh San Road in Bangkok, it's a backpacker haven, but was nothing special for us; apart from the food stalls, it only seemed to have a rubbish flea market and no real atmosphere.
Another attraction ...
... should and can be done.
Hand washing habits are just not there, the midwives do know how to do this but none of the others considered this activity essential.
Tomorrow morning we start earlier at 06.30 as we have to drive further. The program has changed due to several flooded areas.
After the teaching an MD who also attended invited us to his villa for a shower and rest before continuing our journey, (3 more hours). The house was fantastic ...
... is predominantly Muslim, as Felix said it isn't like living in Saudi Arabia, as certain levels of tolerance and coexistence do exist here.
Sadly for me, and no doubt other carnivorous Western tourists visiting the Muslim isles of this great archipelago, you don't come across pork on Java. This later proved to be the case elsewhere in Indonesia.
... at least in rupiah and compared to other stuff...). I ended up just walking up a bit to get a nice view but after half in hour or maybe less (it was midday and no shade anywhere) me and some french guys who'd been brought there went back down. So that was that. Now I suggested to go to Prambanan temple as it was only 1pm and after a little argument because apparently that wasn't part of my program (I had a deal for 11 hours incl. petrol though without plan). So we got there in ...
Yogyakarta has a wonderful amount of street art. In parts of the city it is hard to walk a few steps without seeing some tag, some sickly character, some art piece or some face scrawled across an alleyway or wall.
When I saw the street art, I couldn't help but think that I was seeing someone's emotions, they cry against the world and of what there were perseved in time, on the walls. To see the build up of ...