abby in wonderland

After eating, we went back to the hotel where I slept for a good solid 5 hours.

Once awake, I stumbled down to reception to meet Dad and Pur so we could go and hunt down some food.

The night was simply spent wandering and shopping. We found cheap places with fantastic clothes and jewellery and cloth… The shopping in Jogja is pretty spectacular and I did very well out of it.

As is so often found in Indonesia, the crowds were a bit intense. It would take forever to get from store to store simple because you get stuck into a wave of people so thick that it felt like wading through sand to take a step down the street. Ugh.

Eventually, we gave up on the walking around idea and hopping into a horse and carriage for a tour of the city centre.

I had ‘Surry with the fringe on top’ stuck in my head the ENTIRE way. That and ‘Rawhide.’

It’s the trotting that gets you.

Anyway, we took a tour of the city, people on the streets marvelling at the two bules presented to them like royalty (my sister would be proud) in the carriage.

One of them cried out ‘HOW ARE YOU?’ to me. Or so I thought. Turns out, as Pur is from Java she speaks Javanese, and he was actually using slang to tell me I was beautiful… and it sounds an awful lot like how are you.

Haha.

Still attempting to keep my ego to a minimum here people, insult me quick!!

After our carriage ride we strolled to the hotel and I ran myself a steaming hot bath… hopefully to wash away the haunting cries of those damn babies on that train.