Java

Java--what a contrast to his neighbour island Bali. The first thing that is different is the religion, that is Muslim. So on the way to Mt.Bromo we passed a lot of mosques and women with headdresses. The smiles and the friendliness stayed though. I must honestly say that Java was a row of bus-rides for me. The traffic was horrendous and we needed twice as long to get to our destinations as estimated.

window shots

entertainment on the bus...Karaoke..yey!

But in the end we finally made it on a rainy night to Bromo, were we got up at 3 am to climb the viewpoint for the sunset.
Unfortunately the weather wasn´t on our side and we just had a beautiful white cloud wall in front of us. But never mind, after a big breakfast we drove with our guides into the crater landscape and it began to clear up to surprise us with a wonderful view.

Next destination was Yogjakarta, a 8 hour bus ride away...well, it turned out to be 13 hours and we were exhausted! Luckily the guy from the guest house we found woke up to our knocks and we had a little refuge for the next 4nights. Yogja was all about art, beautiful cafes and a relaxed atmosphere. The temples around are fantastic according to the pictures i saw, but i got knocked out by a bad kidney infection and stayed in bed for my last days in Indonesia.

We spend the last day exploring the little alleys of Solo, the town we flew out to Sri Lanka.
So this is goodbye to Southeastasia, thank you for a great time!
Soon more from my last destination before flying back to Germany,

xoxo, j