Armed with morning newspaper, I walked down to the restaurant for breakfast. “Coffee please”, I said to the waitress. The newspaper seems to be useless, since the green courtyard under the clear blue sky of Jogja is more appealing than political issues in the newspaper. Especially if you’re on vacation.
The concierge of the Hotel hailed a taxi for us. ”To Fried Duck Pak Ndut, Jalan Slamet Riyadi, Kartosuro”, we told the driver. “I see, we have brought many people to the place”, he replied. Solo, unlike Yogyakarta, has less crowd to see at night. The Sekaten night Bazaar was about to begin in a couple of days. And it has no Malioboro Street, where youngster gather with friends. What left is the food, which is one of the reason for people to come here, aside from Batik.
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“If Jakarta is the business muscle of Java, Jogja is the soul” - Lonely Planet
I have to agree with the quote above. Strolling at Jl. Malioboro, there are stalls along the road, which to some people might see as chaos. But stay long enough, and you’ll know that it is Jogja, its soul.
“Star Cruise, Jogja, Manado?” It wasn’t us who travelled if not with last minute decision, even for our destination. Even until 1 week before, we haven’t made up our mind, hence no single ticket booked.
It is the lowest season of travelling this time of year, when people has just spent all they earned for the Holiday, so we have the leeway of having great offer at the last minute.
The original plan of road trip has to be cancelled. The weather is unfriendly at this time of year, with heavy rain expected along the way. And most of all, we are still recovering from all the hassle of our wedding. So we booked our flight one night before
Hotel is another problem, since we haven’t fixed our itinerary yet. With the same reason above, we crossed few places to visit. We want to have a laid back trip, instead of running here and there, catching trains and buses.
And after making our hotel booking at the airport, we finally sit at the Executive Lounge, splurging ourself with a cup of coffee, orange juice, and plates of food. We are ready for holiday
I was sitting at the backseat of Honda City that pick me up at Noi Bai Airport. The last thing I would expect from a socialist country is a religious celebration. But how surprised I was to see that shops opens until late, and they selling Christmas accessories. The socialist is slowly transforming to capitalist country.
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