Back across the equator to Yogjakarta, Indonesia.
Get this, our 5 star holiday from holiday didn’t end with the super generous extra night Jo and Mandy laid on for us at all, yesterday I woke up having had a terrible nights sleep due to feeling like a pile of shit and left checking out until the very last minute. After a little confusion with one of the concierge’s about when we were leaving he came back to us at the club and said he had arranged complimentary late check-out until 5pm… Result! With that we ate what we could manage at the club and then headed back to our freshly cleaned room so I could catch up on some sleep and try to kick whatever was wrong with me.
We took a taxi down to the MRT station because although I was feeling better I didn’t want to push it but still wanted to keep things in good standing with our budget… Which by the way is going about as good as I felt yesterday. Somehow having a week in 5 star opulent luxury has managed to hammer home how much we need to start watching the pennies, even though we didn’t pay for anything.
The walk from Little India MRT to Little India itself isn’t too far but with a backpack and the flu it feels far enough and determined not to let it get me down we made the ten minute walk without much fuss at all.
The hostel we stayed in before was full and so were most places nearby, with the evening drawing in I had started to feel rough again so we found a new, clean well looked after hotel for not much money which served perfectly as a halfway house between the Ritz Carlton and our usual diggs. I hadn’t really managed to eat anything all day except a few Extra Joss’s (energy drink of epic proportion) and the club buffet had started to wear off of Georgie so we went out for a spot of curry (of course, when in Rome…) but then quickly returned to our room so I could get some sleep.
Neither of us slept well last night, maybe it had something to do with new surroundings after a week in the same place or maybe because we’d got used to our mattress being two foot thick, whatever this mornings wake up call was definitely not music to our ears. Tired still feeling a bit rough and a fairly long day ahead of us we dragged our tired arse’s down to the MRT station and made tracks for Changi airport to catch our 11:10 flight back to Indonesia.
By the time we were in the sky I was feeling loads better and the flight was short and sweet, I think I made some comment before about Bali’s airport being not much more than a shack but Yogjakarta’s airport is even smaller and even more ramshackle… Not that I’m complaining, it feels good to be back in the rough where I can light a cigarette wherever I want and immigration is more about practicing English than actually getting you through whatever “security” checks are supposed to happen, I honestly don’t think anyone saw or wanted to see my passport!
We sat on the step outside the airport as usual sucking in a cigarette letting the most eager travelers and most “eager” taxi drivers meet first then jumped in one that was left and headed for the Sosrowijayan area apparently bursting with cheap places to stay. I’m feeling much better now and Georgie did a great job of playing nurse for me but we have plenty of time here and I don’t really want to push it for a few days so we found a place to stay and the closest place with Bintang, cracked a few and chilled out.
