Somerset Grand Citra
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... to be that much to see. I didn’t ride the very limited metro train because it was not near my hotel and it didn’t seem to go anywhere interesting. It was hot and humid during the day and I felt that I had a coating of dust clinging to me by the end of the day so I took many showers. I’m glad I saw Jakarta but I would not recommend it as a city for tourists. My next stop is Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia and I think this will be better. At least I hope ...
... built close to the city's Catholic cathedral, and he even took my photograph next to the drum used to call worshipers to prayer, supposedly the largest in the world. It was only at the end of the tour that things turned sour. Lonely Planet had warned me that guides would expect a tip but it had not indicated quite how much they were expecting. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to take the tour when I had just visited the cashpoint. I was left ...
... I tried to wash my clothes but the washing machine was not draining. I called Ari and a man who also didn't know what to do came over again. Ari said over the phone that the men would come again "after three" to fix it tomorrow.
It feels like we never slept in Bangkok. We had to be up early to pack and eat before our flight to Jakarta. I got the time of the flight wrong but we still got to the airport in time for check in. I was really too tired to worry about it and I think the late check in might have worked in our favor because we scored the exit row (yay! leg room).
The flight was uneventful and we landed in a very hot Jakarta about ...
... to look like we were lost and have to walk through the same crowd of begging children again. We kept walking as we thought we saw a main road but the lanes got smaller and darker. Every local shouted 'Mister mister!' And every child stuck out their hand as soon as they saw us, as if this gesture had been taught at birth. It was the most stressful situation being totally lost in a shanty town at night with kids following you and tugging on your arm, whilst ...