I'm on the train again, ready for my 8 hour journey across the countryside of Java to Bandung
. Sadly, because of a strange ticketing system I won't be getting off at Cilacap to see the green canyon. Although Cilacap is halfway between Yogya and Bandung you dont pay a fare only as far as there, you pay a full Yogya to Bandung fare. You can't even get off for the day and then get on another train also going to bandung because you buy a ticket for a particular named train. As my ticket cost £13 and I'm trying to live on £22 a day then I can't be messing about getting off and on. Not this time anyway, although I'd like to come back to Indonesia another time and just travel from west to east across all the islands. In fact I may as well tell you, that I hope you're enjoying my blogs and walking in my footsteps from the comfort of your armchair, because I plan to do a lot more, in fact I pretty much hope to have visited at least three quarters of the countries in the world by next year. No I'm joking of course, not next year, perhaps before I'm 50? Seems reasonable perhaps?
16:12 The view really became quite stunning around an hour before getting to Bandung. The train snaked it's way up through the hills flanked one side by rice terraces and the other by views of volcanic hills and distant views. I wish I could have videoed it all. Highly recommended train journey anyway.
17:06 I'm not feeling so good this afternoon. My numb hand is playing up and I feel a bit wobbly and tired. Maybe I just need a good nights sleep. I'll be in Bandung for the next 3 nights and there's nothing to particularly see here I think, so I will just relax and look after myself and get plenty of rest.
09:30 I woke just after 5, because once again, that's when everyone else gets up and starts shouting etc. I didn't have a shower because it's so hopeless it's like someone weeing on you. Instead I filled the big basin thing that I believe is called a mandi by plugging the hole with a plastic bag, then used the scoop, normally used for throwing water down the toilet to flush it, to throw water over myself. Its very basic, it's cold, the water is slightly brown, but this is how I've been living for months, pretty basically, but it's fine, it adds to the experience in many ways. Sure it's nice to be in a nice hotel but the locals don't stay there, it's not as real as this. The room in Yogya cost Dave and me £2.55 each. It meant we could eat a little better and afford a bit more coffee etc.