Ritz Carlton Jakarta

... their English), the National Museum which had a fabulous ethnographic collection showing wood and bone carvings, mask and instruments from the many different regions and peoples of Indonesia and also a local flea market where you could buy replicas of all the things we saw in the museum. We had to be very restrained at the market, it was the best we have been to anywhere in South East Asia for the quality of goods on sale ...

... soll bei der Polizeistation auf ihn warten. Hab mich dahin durchgefragt, hab mich zwischendurch vor kurzen aber kräftigen Regenschauern in Sicherheit gebracht und hab dann bei der Polizeistation für 20 min noch ein Neugeborenes Kätzchen und die Mutter beobachtet bevor mich so ein Typ angequatscht hat. Wie sich später rausgestellt hat gehört der mit zu der Organisation zu der ich auch wollte und wurde mit mir und noch einem abgeholt. Keiner hat sich so richtig vorgestellt und wenn ...

... ne trovo una qualsiasi, faccio una doccia fredda e vado direttamente a dormire: il fatto che sia un tantino sporca e piena di zanzare non mi tange minimamente. Ho soltanto bisogno di un letto per riposare il mio povero corpo maltrattato da due giorni. Jakarta si rivela esattamente quello che pensavo che fosse: enorme, chiassosa, sporca, inquinata, incasinata, senza niente di speciale da vedere se non un traffico allucinante ed uno smog che ti toglie il respiro. Do un'occhiata ...

... off Jalan Malioboro. Another day, another train. Off across the west of Java, a sparkling series of paddy fields and rivers set in front of the volcanos running down the spine of the island. I arrive at Gambir station in Jakarta's central square and wander down to the backpackers area of Jalan Jaksa. Feeling a little under the weather, I settle into the hotel and have a bit of food locally. It is an interesting mix of migrant workers, young travellers and middle aged men walking ...

... opdagen zonder wat te zeggen. Het fenomeen van 'even bellen dat ik wat later ben..' dat is al helemaal een grap.......ze kijken er dan ook raar van op dat je dat laat weten. Ze geven zelf ook toe dat de nederlanders daar heel stipt in zijn, jammer dat we dat na al die jaren niet hebben kunnen doorgeven.....maar ik merk dat ik nu ook al vaker later kom en als je dna binnen komt vraagt niemand je ook wat....het is gewon zo...that's jakarta .....grappig

... zoekt om te ondersteunen moedigen we aan om nader kennis te maken met de stichting via de web site http://home.wanadoo.nl/sjors.devisser/w atdoenwij.html en waar mogelijk een bijdrage te leveren. We nemen zwaar onder de indruk afscheid van Ibu Utaryo, een heel bijzondere vrouw. Vanuit Bandung gaan we naar Cimahi, waar opa Laan ligt begraven op Erebegraafplaats Leuwigajah. Tijdens de tweede wereldoorlog maakte Indonesie als Nederlands Indie nog deel uit van het ...

... were not as slippery as I thought they were..... still my rockclimbing came in handy and I eventually made it to the top and the rock to jump from was quite rounded at the end and you had to step off the rounded end to get a good jump -- lord all i kept thinking was if I step on that rounded end and slip and crack my head open ...ahhhh! anyway they told me it wasn't slippery and people helped cheer me on -- they counted to three - but eh i jumped and it was great ...

... the farmers spray from little wands and a pack on their backs. The sounds of Islam, in the form of songs sung five times a day, echoing through the fields and mountains, beautiful and haunting. And Felix, our Indonesian guide, so cheerful and who loves to sing, who told of how he lost everything he owned, and almost his life, in a flash flood that killed 300 people in his town of Bukit Lawang, our destination for the next two weeks.