Borobodur.

I don't really feel like writing but as an explanation the pictures below are all taken at the Borobodur the largest Buddhist monument in Indonesia between six and eight in the morning. As you would expect there are a lot of Buddha statues here including in stone lattice cupolas. The last picture is Mount Merapi just coming clear through the clouds. 

Here is one I made earlier.

A short video of my drive from Ubud to Lovina earlier in this trip. 

Solo Batik Carnival

While I was wandering around town I came across a large commotion of people

A gentlemen conveniently selling cold drinks

And this contraption. The little carts move by a chain and lever arrangement that the proprietor drives with his feet just like a bicycle. 

And then there were the costumes. Absolutely stunning and hundreds of them. 

Here is a small sample. 

And here a large one. 

And some of the spectators. 

Solo

I've been a couple days in Solo now where I'm staying at the Indonesian equivalent of Fawlty Towers. Not sure if they haver ever ran a hotel before. That said they're friendly and cheerful and the room I have is nice enough. I'm the only guest though. 

Anyway I went for a look around town and had a look at the Kraton, which really only functions as a reminder how not to set up a museum. Dark and dusty glass cases with no descriptions. And a collection of carriages including this hearse that were being consumed by woodworm. 

Outside was far more interesting, everywhere in Solo rickshaws are still in full use and in this photo I managed to get a ninja in the background as well. 

I love the colors of all the stalls. 

And the lights once they setup at night. 

The long ride in retrospect

It was a long ride and I do take badly to them. I got picked up half an hour late in a Microbus that had seen better days then we drove for a couple of hours through Bali's gorgeous countryside until we reached the outskirts of Gilimanuk where we were rather unceremoniously dumped at a petrol station and told to wait. Wait we did and I took some snaps of the passing traffic. 

This kept entertained till the sun started to set and our next bus turned up. This one was a bit bigger, better and slightly more comfortable.  This one took us to the ferry terminal where we waited some more but eventually we got on and set sail. 

The passage itself is less then an hour and was uneventful the women and children sit inside and watch a DVD of a monkey on a leash that rides a motorcycle and when he comes to the end of his run gets turned around by violently yanking his chain. Which everyone thinks is hilarious. WISPA would have a fit. Outside the man hang around and smoke. 

Then we go on again. The bus driver is a maniac he can hardly see over the steering wheel, holds a cigarette in one hand, sends text messages with the other while playing chicken with the oncoming traffic. I do like his style but doubt he'll reach retirement this way. At least it's entertaining. 

Twenty hours after I set off I reach my hotel in Solo. I haven't slept a wink. Time for some R&R.