Quel choc d'abord, je pars de chez Max après avoir passé une journée de repos bien mérité et voilà que je me sens suivi ... Je fais quelques détours pour vérifier cette sensation, et voilà que j'en suis maintenant convaincu je suis bel et bien suivi ! Ce sont deux jeunes filles (un peu brebis sur les bords) et je décide de leur donner un nom: Laura et Valentine, j'avais l'imagination débordante ce matin là !
Et même si je suis accompagné, je décide qu'il est grand temps pour moi de rejoindre mon compère Max, mais celui ci s'est embarqué la veille pour Bali, et moi, avec ma position anti avion, me voilà un peu retardé. C'est parti pour la mission: retrouver Max vendredi à Bali en traversant Java par voie terrestre et visitant ce qui est visitable. Ma bande accepte le défi et nous voilà en route pour la gare (oui oui, la gare ferroviaire) pour prendre un train (le premier train de mon voyage depuis l'Espagne) en direction Jogjakarta. C'est pas donné, mais ce n'est pas non plus exorbitant surtout en voyant le confort. On avait plus de place que dans un TGV, et froid à cause de la climatisation.
Jogjakarta, ou Jogja pour les intimes, coeur du patrimoine artistique et intellectuel de l'ile de Java. La ville est toujours dirigée par son Sultan qui vit toujours dans son palais (le Kraton). C'est une ville ancienne et bien indépendante, avec pas mal de touristes mais pour mon plus grand bonheur, surtout des touristes indonésiens. Pour nous c'est aussi le début de notre aventure en Indonésie où il faut qu'on comprenne et qu'on se fasse comprendre avec nos 2 mots d'Indonesien.
Visite de Jogja et puis on ne perd pas notre vitesse et on part sur Borodbudur pour visiter un ancien temple boudhiste, mais pas un truc pour enfant, un genre de temple qui impose: vous verrez bien sur les photos.
Et nous voilà mercredi soir de nouveau à Jogja pour une dernière nuit avant notre dernier sprint pour accomplir notre mission. Levé tot pour attraper le train en direction de Banuwangi, cette fois on a changé de source d'information et on a trouvé le train le moins cher, la troisième classe. On a plus de clim. Les vendeurs de nourriture, jouets, magazines, boissons, musiciens et autres commerçants sont plus que présents et tentent de nous vendre tout et n'importe quoi pendant notre trajet de 14 heures. Le train est rempli de gens modestes et c'est bien plus intéressant. On ne comprend pas vraiment quand on nous parle mais les sourires sont bienveillants. On descend du train et un marchand de bus nous propose un trajet direction Denpasar, principale ville de Bali. Ça roule. Ce qui n'était pas prévu c'est qu'on ait vraiment pas de place pour nos genoux (même moi avec mon petit mètre 70), et que le bus s'arrête un peu avant Denpasar à 2h du mat et que c'est fini. Je propose de faire découvrir à Laura les joies et avantages de finir sa nuit dans la gare routière et après ce sommeil très reposant nous voilà prêts à rejoindre Max et sa famille. Mais on est même en avance. On a le temps de visiter un temple Balinais avant de prendre la route pour Tanah Lot ou l'on a rendez-vous avec toute la troupe.
La suite des aventures prochainement.
I tried to make write my travel friend, to continue not to write on my own blog but my persuasion is not strong enough or she is too lazy (who knows). And I'll even dare to say that it is because of her that I am so behind on my blog, and that is not because of the fact that we have not really stopped!What a shock first, I leave Max'home after a well rest day and now I'm following ... I make a few detours to check this feeling, and here I am now convinced I actually followed! These are two girls and I decided to give them a name: Laura and Valentine ; I had the imagination that morning!And even if I am joined, I decided it was high time for me to join my friend Max, but this one has embarked the day before to Bali, and me with my anti aircraft position, I am a bit delayed. It is ok for the mission: find Max on Friday through Java Bali overland and visiting places which deserve to be visited. My band accepted the challenge and we are en route to the station (yes, the railway station) to catch a train (my first train trip from Spain) to Yogyakarta. It's not cheap, but it is not exorbitant especially seeing comfort. We had more space than in a french TGV, and cold because of the air conditioning.Jogjakarta, or Jogja for short, the heart of the artistic and intellectual heritage of the island of Java. The city is still managed by its Sultan, who still lives in his palace (Kraton). It is an ancient city and well separated, with a lot of tourists, but to my great happiness, especially Indonesian tourists. For us it is also the beginning of our adventure in Indonesia where we need to get us to understand and understand with our two Indonesian words.Visit Jogja and then you do not lose our speed and Borodbudur on hand to visit an ancient Buddhist temple, but not something for children, a kind of temple which requires: you'll see the photos.Wednesday night and we're back to Jogja for one last night before our final sprint to accomplish our mission. Up early to catch the train to Banuwangi this time we changed a source of information and found the cheapest train, third class. We have no air conditioning. Sellers of food, toys, magazines, drinks, music and other traders that are present and try to sell us everything and anything during our journey of 14 hours. The train is full of humble people and is much more interesting. We do not really understand when we speak but the smiles are benevolent. It gets off the train and bus dealer offers us a journey towards Denpasar, the main town of Bali. It rolls. What was not expected is that you really have no room for our knees (even me with my little meter 70), and the bus stops just before 2am to Denpasar and it's finished. I propose to Laura to discover the joys and benefits to finish the night in the bus station and after that relaxing sleep we are ready to join Max and his family. But even in advance. We have time to visit a Balinese temple before taking the road to Tanah Lot or we go with the whole troupe.The further adventures soon
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I tried to make write my travel friend, to continue not to write on my own blog but my persuasion is not strong enough or she is too lazy (who knows). And I'll even dare to say that it is because of her that I am so behind on my blog, and that is not because of the fact that we have not really stopped!What a shock first, I leave Max'home after a well rest day and now I'm following ... I make a few detours to check this feeling, and here I am now convinced I actually followed! These are two girls and I decided to give them a name: Laura and Valentine ; I had the imagination that morning!And even if I am joined, I decided it was high time for me to join my friend Max, but this one has embarked the day before to Bali, and me with my anti aircraft position, I am a bit delayed. It is ok for the mission: find Max on Friday through Java Bali overland and visiting places which deserve to be visited. My band accepted the challenge and we are en route to the station (yes, the railway station) to catch a train (my first train trip from Spain) to Yogyakarta. It's not cheap, but it is not exorbitant especially seeing comfort. We had more space than in a french TGV, and cold because of the air conditioning.Jogjakarta, or Jogja for short, the heart of the artistic and intellectual heritage of the island of Java. The city is still managed by its Sultan, who still lives in his palace (Kraton). It is an ancient city and well separated, with a lot of tourists, but to my great happiness, especially Indonesian tourists. For us it is also the beginning of our adventure in Indonesia where we need to get us to understand and understand with our two Indonesian words.Visit Jogja and then you do not lose our speed and Borodbudur on hand to visit an ancient Buddhist temple, but not something for children, a kind of temple which requires: you'll see the photos.Wednesday night and we're back to Jogja for one last night before our final sprint to accomplish our mission. Up early to catch the train to Banuwangi this time we changed a source of information and found the cheapest train, third class. We have no air conditioning. Sellers of food, toys, magazines, drinks, music and other traders that are present and try to sell us everything and anything during our journey of 14 hours. The train is full of humble people and is much more interesting. We do not really understand when we speak but the smiles are benevolent. It gets off the train and bus dealer offers us a journey towards Denpasar, the main town of Bali. It rolls. What was not expected is that you really have no room for our knees (even me with my little meter 70), and the bus stops just before 2am to Denpasar and it's finished. I propose to Laura to discover the joys and benefits to finish the night in the bus station and after that relaxing sleep we are ready to join Max and his family. But even in advance. We have time to visit a Balinese temple before taking the road to Tanah Lot or we go with the whole troupe.The further adventures soon
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