Muarakarang

Jakarta was somewhat of a blur, smeared by the jetlag and the cultural shock. As we left the airport behind us, we became immersed in the hustle and bustle of a big city. Despite the business of the people in the street, no one tried to intercept us to sell anything or get our attention. I felt immediately at ease.

After a good hour in different transports we walked half an hour to our hostel. The roads had little to no side walks, and small stalls sprinkled sparsely through the streets sold nice smelling but strange looking foods. Motorbikes went randomly back and forth on the wrong side of the street.

We enjoyed randomly walking through the streets. Going to markets, checking the colonial era architecture and learning some history with the many dioramas at the base of the National Monument.

We also made our first hostel friend, Antonia. A British girl that was on her way to Yogyakarta where she intended to stay several months. She recommended the hostel yezyezyez. More on that later.

After two nights we said goodby to Antonia and Jakarta and took the train to Bandung.Read more