We arrive with the night train to Yogjakarta. It is about 4am when we start wandering around the desolated streets only to be met by a "FULL" sign on each and every hostel door. So we await morning, sitting down in one of the cafés. (If the term Café instantly makes you think of a carpets on the ground that you sit on, then you're right on). As morning arrive we finally find a room where we sleep, all three of us, in one big bed until late afternoon.
Yogja is where Emily starts having a lot of bad fortune with her food (which is amusing in some ways, as she is always the one being cautious about this foreign food.) First there is the chicken sandwhich, that comes in with pink chicken. Uncooked. When she asks to have a new one they simply take the old sandwhich, with all the (possible) salmonella, to refry it and replace on the same piece of bread. Yum. A day later she has a big bug in her rice.
Our visit to town is interferring with some kind of carnival, so the streets are crowded with people to give way for a parade.
This thing about decent coffee abroad. I mean, sure one should embrace cultural differences but to have the coffee grounds floating around in the beverage itself -- that's just cruel. // Visiting a Batique shop
Me and Elme paid a visit to the hairdresser with these fashionable 90's hair do's decorating the walls. I got a cut for a total of 12 kronor (!!!) and they used foil from candy bars whilst bleeching E's hair.
