Indonesia Part III: Planes, Trains and Becaks

Bike
We had to call an end to our stay in Yogjakarta after residing there for a couple days longer than we expected. Everyone was raving about a place called Karimunjawa that was verbally illustrated as an undiscovered and viably untouched tropical archipelago of 27 islands in the Java Sea.  I’m a sucker for white sand and coconut trees. I also don’t mind remote More

Indonesia Part II: Planes, Trains and Becaks

Luxury Bus

Finally. A palace on wheels. Starving, from only snacking on peanuts and Leah’s prized Luna bars, sent in a special package from U.S.A, we pounced upon any vendor offering packaged and product labeled foods.  We weren’t in Bali anymore. We reclined in our neon geometric 80’s designed cushioned seats, only to be greeted with a bottled water. This couldn’t be? Were we dreaming? Complimentary? We woke up comfortably chilled to an abandoned terminal at 3 am expecting another motorcycle ride. We wandered the brightly lit streets with our taxi driver until we stumbled upon Dewa Homestay and a wide eyed burly, bear like man sitting wide awake under framed pictures of Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix and the Doors. “How much are rooms?” 10,00 rupiahs ($10) “Perfect.  We’ll take it. More

Indonesia Part I: Planes, Trains and Becaks

I never pictured myself visiting Indonesia for some reason. Maybe a factor in why everything has been so unpredictable thus far.  One month into my travels.  Sun-baked and pleasantly satisfied.  From Kuta and Seminyak, the party, beach-bum surfing towns, to Ubud, a heady, organic, superfluous spa induced town, to a one night retreat under the stars at a Lewak coffee plantation (world’s most expensive coffee) combined with a sunrise volcano hike to Mt. Batur, then onto Lovina, where the black sand beach and locals were nothing to write home about, Bali glistened with comfort and tourism compared to Java.  You got what you expected in Bali.  More

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