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In Jogja, we arrived at 1pm. Walking to the so-called hotel in Sosrowijayan (not recommended by me, though, unless you absolutely have no budget for accommodation. The toilet was creepy with strange smell), then going back and forth across the Malioboro area. That area reaaaallllyyyy reminded me of Patpong-Bangkok, with so many street vendors, becak (instead of Tuk-tuk), and familiar-oldies-vibe. I dunno. Maybe that’s just me. We had lunch in Mirota Batik 3rd floor (strongly recommended) whereas the 1st and 2nd floor is the perfect place for Batik-shopping and photo-hunting. Loving it there, with the creepy statues everywhere and so-damn-polite waiters and SPLENDID food altogether. Sigh. Nice place to eat. One thing about Jogja that I immediately notice is the attitude of the people. Maybe it’s because of the Javanese tradition still very much endorsed in their life ya, so every time you bumped into someone and said, “Oops, excuse me!”, they will immediately go nodding their head a...

Hearing that your flight being re-routed will never gonna be an excellent news, unless the new route involving exciting cities in some exciting countries (for example, Macau or Vegas?) So, when I get the news that I’ll be going to Semarang instead of Jogja, the prospect is not that bright since I have to take care the additional cost to travel from Semarang – Jogja. Some of my sane friends advised me not to go instead, buuuut… otuke?? The leave has been approved and the stress has been accumulated, hahaha.. so off we go with the classic theme, “No Plan is a Good Plan”. In Semarang, being road-blind as we were, the only destination stuck in my head was Simpang Lima, haven for food and souvenir (or so they say). We stood up in the Ahmad Yani airport (what a small airport, btw, with lights went off as soon as passengers leaving -_-“) waiting for taxi.. aaaand funny enough there’s no car with TAXI sign above. Weird. So what I did was, imitating what others did, which is to jump right i...