WEst JaVa WhirLwiNd!

Hello out there! I am pleased to announce that I have not disappeared, I have just returned from a rather frantic tour of the major cities of West Java, being Bandung and Jakarta, with Alana. Oh my goodness. What a whirlwind excursion it has been.

First some pressing turtle business. I had settled upon the interim name Richard Parker, and upon reading your suggestions last night had decided to go with my Pop’s suggestion, Maximillion. The unfortunate thing is, that I awoke this morning to the news that little Maxi passed away over night. I left him in the able hands of Ibu Kos and family while I was away, but it seems his indifference to food finally caught up with him……. So kasihan Maximillion. I will bury him tomorrow.

Anyway, back to the other stuff. Alana and I, idiotically caught an overnight train from Yogya to Bandung (Paris in Indonesia apparently) which arrived at 5.30am. We were freezing on the train because we went in the best class (which is A-V-E-R-A-G-E) but the AC was overly effective. The also didn’t turn the lights off on the train so I arrived having had about half an hours sleep. We then checked into a hotel right next to the hotel to sleep for 3 hours. I never want to see that establishment again. It cost about $8 so u can guess what it was like.

We then moved to a different hotel which had hot water (luxury, given that in my kos I wash with cold water from a bucket) and was well-placed. As the principal reason for heading to Bandung was to shop, we hit the outlets at about 1pm and spent about 5 hours shopping. While out we happened upon this funky little t-shirt boutique (Bandung has loads of amazing t-shirt designers) and met a bunch of really nice people. They just opened the shop and were talking to us for ages. In the end we made plans to go out with them the following night after another day of shopping.

The next day, on the advice of Adul, one of the guys, we went out to this big market about 30 minutes out of Bandung, but what our understanding of the place hadn’t included was that it was all second hand clothes. We couldn’t be bothered picking through the rubbish but we did chance upon a scarf shop where we bought 5 scarves for about $3.

We then went to Jalan Cihampelas which is a street full of shops selling jeans of every description for about $20 a pair. The feature of this street is that nearly every shop has a big cheesy statue out front- see the photo stream for me in front of Rambo. We also went to Jalan Cibaduyut which is shoes street- I was looking for a fake pair of yellow Asics Tigers that I have wanted for ages ( I saw a really good copy in Yogya) but I couldn’t find em and ended up with a pair of $2 sandles for Uni. Their main function is to stop me wearing out all my other shoes on the Yogya streets.

Anyway we received an SMS from Arinda telling us to come to the shop that night before going out with our new pals. We arrived at the shop at about 9pm to find that it was the official launch or as they call them here “soft opening (!)” of the shop and there was a DJ playing in the shop and lots of drinks from the café upstairs. Crazy stuff. We were dancing in a little t-shirt shop. Anyway they then took us to a bar on the top of a hill (Bandung is surrounded by hills) and we ordered an unusual concoction of beer, vodka and energy drink for everyone and proceeded to drink that while listening to The Smiths. I rather enjoyed that. We ended the night with a visit to a midnight warung in the middle of Bandung and ate a bunch of yummy food before going home to sleep.

The next day we did a little bit more last minute shopping then jumped on the train to Jakarta. The train ride was rather hair-raising as much of it was on tracks suspended 100 metres in the air of dense jungle. I shut the curtain and pretended I was on Swiss-engineered tracks rather than Indo ones……

Anyway we arrived late to Jakarta and were collected from the station by Ben, Daniel and Riskhy, Ben’s Indonesian friend who studied in Sydney for 5 years. We had a two hour intro to Jakarta traffic which was nice (?) in which time we got to know Riskhy. Anyway, turns out they had found a cheapish hotel for us just near Riskhy’s house……..which was going to be cheap enough for me and Alana. We pulled in there and immediately alarm bells started ringing in my head. There was no apparent reception, every room had a carport and there was no-one around. We got out and waited for one of the staff to come over to us, at which point we found out that it was a hotel where you “pay for 6 hours at a time” if you hear what I am saying. We checked out one of the rooms for a laugh. It looked like an amateur porn set, complete with velvet couch, mirrors on the roof and a see thru bathroom wall. We were in absolute hysterics that this was the best hotel the boys had managed to find us! Anyway, fortunately for us, Riskhy just asked us to stay at his home with his family, which turned out to be far better than any hotel we could have afforded in Jakarta anyway.

Ok, my eyes are shutting, I will resume this tirade tomorrow! With stories about the Indonesian mafia, drinking $500 whisky, a nightclub with beds in it and my first bout of “sakit perut” that is, sick stomach, which struck me in J-town!