Travel Blogs from Yogyakarta
... aggressive sellers. Dave was so intent on drowning them out that Jacqui had to call him back when he was asked to return his sarong. The seemingly endless market stalls gave Jacqui chance to pick up some replacement trousers, and we eventually got back to the moped for the ride home. Traffic was heavy in Yogya itself as we returned to the hotel for a swim.
After dropping the scooter back, we went for food before returning to the internet ...
... the waiting started. The bus was at
the right place at 10, only 1 hour too early, the ferry was supposed to leave
at 12 but is “hopefully” leaving at 13.00.
The AC of the bus was turned of so I am sitting on a dirty
ground somewhere near the place where the ferry is leaving. I had a lot of time
to get my pictures sorted out and am throwing a lot away.
Thank you for your reactions hope to communicate soon again
... the edge so people could stand in the middle. It was indeed the cheaper option rather then going on a tour - that's the thing with a lot of tourist sights, it's easy to get roped into going on tours, but more times then not there's a local bus going there, offering you a lot cheaper and a more authentic experience! We hoped off and headed into the Hindu temple. We covered its grounds fairly quickly: it was no Angkor Wat that's for sure - we set the bar ...
... first class cabin, yes that is right we have some stylish travel. Reclining seats, leg room and air con, can’t complain really. So the day was spent eating, sleeping, watching the world go by and sorting out New Year’s Eve. Back in taxis again and off to our hotel. A lovely establishment, we have a pretty blue bathroom with a tree growing through the window. Decided to go the full hog with our luxury and go to a ...
... this all out and waiting in what seemed to be the longest line ever to get out of the airport we were finally in Indonesia and legally so.
It was immediately obvious Java had more of a Cambodian / Laos / Vietnam rough and ready feel to it than the Malaysia we’d just left. After some haggling with a few taxi drivers we eventually got a deal and shared a taxi with the Austrian women to the Malioboro region of Yogyakarta. The hotel we’d booked ...