We're in Borobudur now, site of the world's largest buddhist temple.. and it's pretty impressive. I think Carrie is going to fill you in on our travels and, crap, we've been busy, I just wanted to touch on some stuff that I thought was funny or wonderful or both.
So we're in Yogayakarta that 1st night, we dump our packs off at the room and set off to explore the area and grab some food. We meet Tree..or the 3rd born , he's trying to sell us tours and stuff ,but he's very nice about it , not pushy and really, he helps us get our bus up here.Next Glen and Carrie trick is to see if we can do the public bus thing back to the airport in Yogyakarta. I know, I know it's seems like we're traveling alot and we are ,but it's been really quite fun and well we are off to Bali tomorrow and you know what that means ...YES, DIVING BABY!!!!! although it will be a miracle if we make it to Nusa Lembongan by tomorrow, so it's public bus in the morning from here to Jombor station in Yogyakarta, taxi from jombor to the airport, flight to Denpensar, bali, feel free to get a map if you want.Taxi to minibus station, minibus to Sanur on the coast and then ferry to Nusa Lembongan ( I think I'm spelling that right) Hmmm... actually I guess I'm just telling what we have planned.
OK back to Yogyakarta, so we walk around and decide to have some dinner at the New Superman restaurant, recommended by the lonely planet. Menu is huge, we order, we talk about whether we want to stay here or go to Borobudur, dinner comes, 2 girls ( german or dutch maybe ?, doesn't really matter, not locals) come in and take the table ,kitty corner to us, we hear this rattling in the eaves of the restaurant and this HUGE rat drops out of the ceiling onto the floor next to the girls, they scream , we laugh because we know if it had dropped next to us we would be screaming too, I'm serious about the big thing, we're talking small cat size or big large mouth bass like on those fishing shows, not that I watch those things.
Carrie IS A ROCKSTAR, She was grabbed again by locals, serious about the grab thing too. this time by a group of muslim ladies, dressed head to toe in clothes, on the steps of the temple and had pictures taken with her. It's kind of great, I'm not sure whether it happens with other caucasian tourists and we actually haven't seen alot of tourists so far, but we've only seen it happen with Carrie so far...so therefore Rockstar!
Our room up here in Borobudur is beautiful, we have a little sitting area just outside our room with a view to a rice paddy out back. We saw an Indonesian bird scaring machine today..A guy smacking to wooden sticks together... aww come on it wasn't that bad.
OK the first call to prayer , here anyways, is at 4:30 in the morning, with 4 or 5 more throughout the day, and the REALLY loud guy here...WHEW..is not melodical at all, they call him karoake man, just brutal and he goes on for a long time, it seems.
We walked around a buddhist monastery yesterday in the rain, it was beautiful, we noticed the gate was open and the gaurd said we were free to walk around and then it started pouring, we both got drenched. We ended up in a bell tower I guess you would call it, waiting for the rain to subside..one of those soul warming moments in life.
On the way out to the monastery, probably 4km away, I'm pretty sure we said hello to every person on the way there, and yup I mean hello in english, after a while it's a little surreal and makes you sort of proud to be human. It wasn't just kids , who all want to say hello, it was toothless old ladies, chubby construction workers, dirty bike mechanics, teenage muslim girls waiting for the bus, food vendors on the side of the street, you can see it their face. They want to say hello , but they're holding back...so you say hello and a big smile comes over their face and they say hello enthusiastically back.Needless to say we're loving it here.
I'm off now , I want to see what Carrie has written, my ass is starting to hurt and well that's all I can think of right now. Hi and love to all.
I remember reading about the curious naming system in Indonesia. How a great number of people are named, basically numbers, for their birth order. Seems like it would work okay until you walked out the door of your house in the morning. I don't know how big the families are there, but it seems like there would at least be a lot of ones, twos and threes.
ReplyDeleteLove, from the Williams number Four!