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Journey to the Center of Java

Imperative: leave Jakarta; away, forget it. Go to Jodja and immerse in the city 'more academic' large in Indonesia. Culture, after the madness.
Return to a pace more 'appropriate to the trip: wake up early and sightseeing before tropical temperatures make it untenable to move around. Spending quiet days to discover architectural treasures Borodbur as the stupa (a Buddhist stupa more 'big in the world) and the ruins of Hindu temples of Prambanan, seriously damaged by a recent earthquake.
I am in the middle of the island of Java and, unlike Jakarta, the region and the city 'of Jodja are rich in tourist attractions: the royal palaces, museums, cultural performances, exhibitions of handicrafts. In the evening the streets of Jodja are filled with college students and students on a trip, mingling with tourists in the frantic search for cheap souvenirs. Itinerant restaurants, stalls and rickshaws 'pedal crowded every available space and the air is already' wet his office is more of odors and flavors.
The City 'to Solo, a 1 ora di treno da Jodja, non ha lo stesso appeal della sua illustre vicina, ma vale comunque una visita per ammirare le piantagioni di the e i templi induisti che caratterizzano le verdi colline a est dell'abitato. Sull'isola di Java immergersi nella natura per scoprire angoli incontaminati non e' altrettanto facile come nella selvaggia e immensa Sumatra: la densita' della popolazione e' molto alta e sull'isola si contano oltre 120 milioni di abitanti.
Raggiungo poi la costa settentrionale dell'isola e mi fermo a Jepara dove incontro gli imprenditori svedesi, padre e figlio, conosciuti a Singapore. La zona pullula di mobilifici e saloni d'arredamento; dev'essere la Brianza dell' Indonesia. Ho giusto il tempo per passare una notte perche' il mattino successivo sono gia' su un battello in direzione dell'arcipelago di Karimunjaya, una delle poche zone ancora inesplorate di Java. Gli svedesi mi ospiteranno al loro resort!
Il vecchio traghetto, arrugginito dagli anni e dalla salsedine, arranca in un mare abbastanza mosso. Resto ancorato per 6 ore alla mia poltroncina, incapace di alzarmi, camminare e mangiare. Prima di arrivare nel resort di proprieta' degli svedesi devo ancora sorbirmi oltre 1 ora di trasferimento su una barca di legno, lunga una decina di metri. Disteso sul tetto, insieme ad un gruppo di operai diretti al resort, scruto le prime stelle di questo caldo crepuscolo nei mari del sud.
Arrivato sull'isola, privata, vengo sorpreso dal luxury of a 5-star hotel. In my bungalow octagonal shade of coconut palms, there 'air conditioning, satellite TV, a large double bed and bathroom with hot water. To the restaurant is 'already' a hot meal and a cold beer waiting for me, a royal welcome!
The next day I'm going to poke around. In less than one hour I have walked the entire circumference of the island and I could ascertain that, in addition to Lax - the owner - her brother and a group of workers on the island there's only me! The resort 'still closed and the activities' maintenance and' busy in the upcoming reopening.
Being alone on a tiny island tropical paradise or trap? The answer is probably 'related to the period of stay. In my case, there are only 2 per day, the feelings are very positive. A fiery sunset, as the mosquitoes I massacred her ankles, has closed a lazy day, so lazy that I did the first bath at 4 in the afternoon. I immersed myself in the vicinity of pier, surrounded by a bunch of sardines, I swam among thousands of shiny things that moved in perfect sync: amazing.
another excellent dinner in the evening, along with his brother and Lax. Only one regret: the next day and 'already' planned return to Java. See you at the Kura Kura Resort (www.kurakuraresort.com).
Rene '

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Fear and Loathing in Jakarta

I take a whole day to recover the stress of long bus trip. In Bandar Lampung there 'nothing to see except a square with a monument of elephants playing soccer and a viewpoint on a hill, from here you can see what remains of the volcano Krakatoa, and beyond, the coast of' island of Java, the next destinanzione.
Jakarta and 'a stone's throw away, I reach it easily with a minibus. The strait which separates Sumatra from Java and '... close ... by ferry and you put only 1 ½ hours to cover the distance.
Jakarta and 'as saying the Anglo-Saxons, overwhelming. The city 'more' big in Southeast Asia. A jungle underground more than 9 million people, growing to 'go crazy. A population growth and urban sprawl. Arriving on a hot Thursday afternoon, after I settled, I sit in one of the many restaurants overlooking the bustling Jalan Jaksa, the road of backpackers.
You know a boy in Indonesia. It helps me to decipher the menu and then stops to talk to. It makes the event coordinator at the Ritz Carlton in Jakarta and met an Italian Formula GP2 Asia (among other things I saw before the races in Malaysia F1 GP) named Mark Bonalumi and you feel your mobile phone to Anton , Indonesian, while we're at the restaurant. Anton at some point I pass it and it turns out that Mark and I 'of Lecco (23 years) by calling Bahrain!
I'm pretty tired but I let myself get to a night out. You go to Red Square vodka bar. Girls and wild dancing cube Anton pay me to drink (4 vodka redbull redbull with little shots of tequila and 2) I do the spacchiuso and drink it in a nano second shot (as he sips), exclaiming "I am a professional tequila" ( remembering the night in Italy with the legendary Cuervo Reposado, now replaced with chupito rum and pear). During the evening the turning point. Anton and I realize that 'gay ... It speaks to a finger from his face and I have the impression that he tried to kiss me!

We leave the bar at 2.30 that no longer support 'standing. The taxi turns around, you end up in his apartment. I closed the shit inside. I Corinth to the bathroom and the toilet twice Foppa (and clearly I think "fuck I'm vomiting in the toilet at the home of an Indonesian culattone") and I fell asleep, tired, and on the bed. Is not 'nothing happened, fortunately. He too was sleeping. Then at 5:30, awakened by the call of the muezzin tried to escape from the balcony below the roof of the house (I was alerted neighbors, who slept on their balcony, pulling pennies on the tin roof and saying "I need a taxi" who knows ... ' What the fuck have thought ...).

I already have 'a leg up on the roof but he stops me. I say fuck that now I'm going home. He finally frees me pero 'insists her home in the taxi and attempted one last pathetic approach with that I say I do not like the guys you have not got shit!

The next day I woke up at 13 with the brain still mush. I have 2 new on cell numbers of Indonesian girls who do not remember the name (I'll find out 'through the phonebook). A gun appears to be the sister of the woman and the other should be OK. What do I call?

guys mattissima evening. I spent the equivalent of € 5 for a total devastation.

I survived ...
Rene '

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The mega transfer

Contact Riki for a tour of Bukittinggi. We meet at 11 am on a Sunday morning in the park in the middle of town at that time crowded with strolling families and children chattering. My new friend insists on a visit to his home, located in a small town a few km from Bukittinggi. I agree.
'm dating When they got there the family and soon I find myself a plate of rice and fried fish in his teeth: Indonesian hospitality. The house 'consists of three rooms, a kitchen and living room. There are few pieces of furniture (in the living room there 's just the TV ...) and eat the lunch sitting cross-legged on a mat. After a cup of coffee 'let's take a walk around the village and visit an uncle Riki who lives in a beautiful traditional wooden house with a roof that reminds me of the hull of a sailboat. The whole family e' al lavoro nelle operazioni di restauro del vecchio edificio.
Tornati a Bukittinggi visitiamo un'area della citta' dove i giapponesi, nel corso della seconda guerra mondiale, hanno costruito una estesa serie di bunker e gallerie sotterranee. E' ormai pomeriggio inoltrato e avrei bisogno di un break, di un attimo di riposo in albergo, ma non riesco proprio a svincolarmi dalla compagnia di Riki ( mollami! ). Chiudo la giornata invitando il mio nuovo amico a cenare in un ristorante all'aperto del mercato notturno. Il clima e' ora piacevolmente fresco (Bukittinggi si trova a 1500m di altezza) e le strade si sono riempite di gruppi di ragazzi che suonano la chitarra.
Il mattino successivo, alle 10, I board a bus at a time of Bandar Lampung, the city 'on the end' southern island of Sumatra. On paper the distance from Bukittinggi seems to be around 1000km. I'm for syrup, in length, nearly two-thirds of Sumatra. The timing of the trip are unpredictable.
An hour after the start we are already 'stopped for a mechanical failure. The bus and 'too came violently into a hole and you must be wrecked something. We leave after an hour and a half smartellamenti in front of the axle shaft.
On the bus my position is not 'the best and I am in the row immediately before the bath, means having a seat that reclines and foul-smelling air. I am the only foreign travel and, therefore, the center of attention. Towards evening, the central corridor has become a garbage dump: a day of meals and snacks have left their mark. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner and discovered with surprise that nearly all passengers take advantage of the break to wash and freshen up, soap, towel, change of clothes and go back in as new coach, what is gradually tainting it's just me. .. During the break someone and 'even bothered to clean the corridor, thank goodness.
The night proceeds to jolts, like those of the street, interrupting sleep already 'slightly off the seat. Sumatra and 'giant island, where the cities' are separated hundreds of kilometers from each other, in between there are hills, lakes, volcanoes, forests and fields. It 'a wilderness area, even if the integrity' of nature and 'put in constant danger from logging and drilling for oil.
the morning of the second day we arrived in Palembang, a big city 'in the south-east. The stop and 'short, just long enough to bring down some people and to load new passengers, the bus and' always full. The trip runs slow. In Sumatra there are few roads and motorways passing through the territory are very busy and somewhat battered. Around noon we take a break, the coach and 'stopped along the road next to some stalls selling fruit. My traveling companions insist on me to try the durian, a fruit with a thick skin and sharp, the size of a melon pulp and smelly, something that looks like a rotten egg or the smell of feet. E 'sweet, not bad after all, but' to eat with your nose plugged. Before leaving, give me a bag of duku, fruit slightly larger 'than a walnut, this one to peel, the flesh transparent, sweet and juicy.
The bus now crosses a broad flat plain. Fields in the eye and the yellow of the long ears of rice, which contrasts with the dark clouds of a storm that roars away, the horizon line. A column of trucks in front of us raises waves powder. It 's a hot afternoon. No City 'in sight. I will arrive 'Why?
dusk the bus stop again, this time for dinner. The driver tells me that Bandar Lampung and 'not far away, a couple of hours and here we are. While passengers are washed I eat a plate of fried rice, probably the only one who is starting to stink.
21 Hours: houses and shops are becoming more 'common along the road. We are about to arrive in town '. The second driver approaches me and tells me who will stop at the station: the bus continues on to Jakarta. He asks me where I want to get off. I do not know, I answer, then add close to a hotel is fine.
Ed and 'so that the bus stops, at 21.30, after 35 hours of travel, near a big hotel. I have not the faintest idea what my position, if they are in town 'or in the suburbs. Later addocchio prices: too high. I call a taxi that brings me to the center, in a cheaper hotel. Upon entering the room collapsed on the bed. I really need of hanging lie at least ten hours.
Rene '