[Pic: Me in becak]
Yogyakarta -- Jalan Sosrowijayan -- Me in Pak Darto's becak
My first bus ride in Java (from Surabaya to Solo) scared me more than anything!   I lost count of the number of times the tyres screeched as we slowed or stopped to avoid oncoming buses, trucks, bicycles;  or to pick up passengers who fitted in. . . somewhere.

I could have stayed longer in Solo but culture shock was starting to hit me, so after three days I went on to Yogya and found a more foreigner-friendly environment.   I met Vero at the Keraton on the second day, and in between her English classes she showed me around Yogya and the surrounding area during the next two weeks.

When I went one night to her family's home in Klaten, I saw fireflies (kunang-kunang) for the first time.   Their gentle little lights were floating over the sawah (wet rice fields) as we travelled along the unlit track in the becak.

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