The real Java
Trip Start Feb 06, 2005
42Trip End Jul 2005
I had decided to make a stop-over in Yogya, and take the opportunity to see Borobodur. It was also a good way to break up the 24 hour-long bus ride across Java. The thought of bus rides by now was enough to make me break out in a cold sweat, so I decided to catch the overnight train; great idea. Second class; stupid idea. A couple of hours in I felt something splash my feet. The woman in the seat ahead had thrown up.
I was not in a good mood when I arrived in Yogya, but I soon cheered up. it is a beautiful city, full of friendly locals, and lacking that embarrassment to the first world- sex tourists. Javanese coffee also helped my mood.
The best was yet to come- Borobodur itself. Words can't describe it, so I won't. You'll just have to go see it for youself. Hah! That'll teach you to travel vicariously.
That night I had decent sleep, but it did nothing. I was still exhausted when I dragged myself from bed to the bus to Denpasar.