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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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