We are being eaten alive.

(By mosquitos)
But Abi's Lariam does not seem to be making her any more mental than she was before so that is fine.
After Dubai we took yet another flight to Jakarta where we stayed for a night (Jakarta is not the nicest of cities) before swiftly moving on to Cirebon by train. Cirebon was hassle central. Every time we left our hotel we were followed by rickshaws and street vendors who insisted on suggesting that Abi and Egg were fat/pregnant/with child. In Cirebon we saw a rather old palace (built by the 1st of 14, 49 or 19 sultans - our guide's english was a little patchy) he also told us that the palace was used for "Happy Birthday Mohammad" which was sweet.
After Cirebon we took an executive class train through some beautiful mountainous jungley scenery across to Yogyakarta, where we had arranged to meet Skelly and Smem (or the B Team, as we like to call them). After sleeping three in a sweat filled bed in a hostel that cost 3 pounds a night but was the temperature of Dubai (see above) we found a new hotel, ate some Nasi Goreng and twice got duped into seeing "Batik Art Exhibition". Batik is a lovely form of art which we now know far too much about but the people of Yogyakarta are v v keen for tourists to see/buy (mostly buy) .

After avoiding some scams and having a night of air con we left our hotel at 5am for Borobodur and Prambanan - beautiful ancient Buddhist and Hindu temples. Borobudur is situated on top of a mountain and across from a stunning mountain landscape called the 'sleeping Buddha' (it looked like Buddha, asleep). We cannot describe how amazing all the views and temples were and we have a horrible feeling the photos will not do them justice either. But we took a million anyway, just in case.(Abi on her super hi-tech disposable camera, so fingers crossed...)

While some people were asleep the rest of the party ventured out and Skelly managed to get wee-ed on by a small Indonesian girl. Highlight of the holiday so far...

We later watched the story of Rama and Sita (for the second time that day) performed by traditional Javanese dancers (and one toddler dressed as a green monkey soldier, who was clearly the star of the show).

Today we have been driven to the beach and back, by the most patient of taxi drivers (who continued to try and find all the crazy non-existent places we asked despite being crashed into by a moped on a near vertical jungle track). We eventually found a slimy pool to swim in, walked on the beach, drove quads on the beach, drove quads into the sea*, watched the sunset and then traveled back to Yogyakarta to post this blog. Having tea in Yog now, then braving a night train to see Mount Bromo.

Until then we must remain as we are, sticky, sand covered and being eaten alive.
xx


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*This was not, strictly speaking, us. It was Hugh. Silly Hugh.