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... br> everyday in silence. Nor was it the physical demand of sitting cross legged
with an upright back for 11 hours a day. Nor was it the emotional strain that
your body, mind and soul goes through, one minute being over the moon and then
the next minute wondering why you ever came. The hardest part for me was that
you cannot escape your own thoughts. They take everything away from you when
you arrive so you have no phone, no computer, no camera, no pens or paper, ...
... this childhood friend/neighbour/church friend/classmate to one of most hype cafe in jakarta: skye.
it was located in central jakarta, and offers a great scenery for sunset and night view.
so we had our early dinner at cork and screw (european style dining) and went up to skye right after sunset (too bad we missed the view!).
snapped a picture before we went home and yeah, it was great to have a quality time with your old buddy!
For the past 2 days,and again today, we are sailing on mirror calm seas ,it's warm ,very hot in the sun,but shaded places to be,and be out all day,favorite is the promenade deck ,after the first flush of walkers and there are many,have subsided,we walked early today about 7am,but by time we had completed many were gathering, early is not early here ,as this vintage seems to be up very ...
... which was delicious! Well there I was chatted up by many a lady, which you think would be great, except they were all "ayam" the slang term for ayam, who tried to charm you with a barrage of compliments, in hope that you'll offer them a drink, then I guess from there they take over. Of course once rejected, they make no bones about leaving you standing immediately, which did make me giggle. Outside that there were a lot of people on Ectacy, offering ...
... in as quick a time as possible.
10 minutes in and I'm coughing, it feels as though I have phlegm that needs clearing from both the back of my throat and deep within my lungs.
After seeking the advice of one local we wait at a bus stop. Our bus arrives in due course, it's a tiny minibus that just about seats 8 people without baggage. Emily and I cram ourselves in between the bus' occupants, our backpacks barely make it in with us. The heat inside ...