Takoj zjutraj naslednji dan iz Jakarte letiva za Jogyakarto, hitro najdeva kul homestay in se sprehodiva čez mesto. Je res tako fajn mesto, ulice nabasane z mopedi, skuterčki, mopedi, skuterčki, par konjskimi vpregami, mopedi, sem že omenla skuterčke?? rikšami in par avti. Prečkat cesto je prava mojstrovina. Vsake tolko imaš srečo in se kak domačin postavi na sredo ceste, ker očitno turisti nismo tolko samomorilsko naravnani, da bi sami zmogli it preko.
Na ulici se prodaja vse. Cote, hrana, malo kiča in vsega v enormnih količinah. Tržnica je seveda še 3x bolj nabita od vsega skup. Hrana diši, zato se odlocima, da boma jedle kar na ulici. (Ja, ta prava lekarna z literco žganice je z nama, tako da se nama skoraj ni za bat). Izbire na tržnici in ulici je veliko, seveda se nama najbolj odpade hrana pri eni mamki, ki je bla itak cela srečna, da boma jedle pri njej. Itak nimama pojma kaj je kaj, razen riža in piščanca. Tist chicken satay je bil itak najboljši od vseh, kar so potem sledili. Tempe. Arašidova omaka. Malo zelenjave. Curry omaka. Seveda pikantna, ampak ne preveč. Itak sma folku najbolj zamimive, al nama bo hrana všeč al naju bo čili ubil, al sma tolko mehkužne, da kakih čudnih stvari ne boma zmogle pogoltnit. Se vedno mislim, da je bil to en izmed boljših obrokov, kar sma jih mele. Cena 10000 rupij za vsako (0.6 €).
Naslednje jutro greva na Boronbudur ob sončnem vzhodu, tempelj Parambanan planirama za čas zahoda. Ja, kot da nisma naredile že dovolj zmede najni biološki uri, pač jebeš, še parkrat je v planu, da se pogleda sončni vzhod na fenomenalnih lokacijah. Itak, sredi fotkanja opazim, da ma fotič težave z ostrenjem, pol ure kasneje, ko se premaknemo čisto do templja pa res čisto zašteka objektiv. Pizda. Če mi gre res kaj na živce je to to. Počasni internet ali crknjen objektiv na počitnicah. Res sem se veselila poslikat ta dva templja, zdaj pa lahko iščem samo detajle s ta veliko 300ko. In komaj uradno začetek dopusta.
Templja sta bila res kulj, razen da so bile cene malo nepričakovane ($20 in $18 za turiste), ampak ajde, nekje pa morejo malo zaslužit. V Parambananu celo ujagava eno bejbo, ki je rekla, da more vadit španščino in če nama lahko razloži kaj o templju. In potem je blo res smeha polno. Dejansko je punca znala precej dobro, pač razumet se je dalo zelo fajn - razen parkat se je zataknilo, ker pač butasti turisti ne vemo nič o hinduizmu in o tem, da ima vsaj hindujski bog svoje transportno sredstvo in res nisma vedle, kaj nama hoče naglumit :-)
Jogyakarta je smešno poceni, soba z zajtrkom naju je stala 10 € za obe, stroški hrane na ulici pa tudi niso omembe vredni (moraš bit res ful prelakan, da zapraviš cel evro za obrok). Jaz sem še vedno sitna zaradi fotoaparata, ker se fa* hočem malo kreativno izživljat. Ugotovim, da bo Jogya edino večje mesto še vsaj za dober teden dni in če hočem najt drugi objektiv bo to to. Pričakovano da bodo cene foto opreme enake evropskim. Naslednji dan zvečer celo uspemo najdit 2 foto štacuni in ena ima celo objektiv, ki je v rangu mojega budgeta. Ko se odločim, da kupim in hočem plačat s kartico, pa mi prodajalec veselo omeni, da je je ob plačilu s kartico 5% več. Na približno obračunam provizijo, ki jo ima moja banka za dvig v tujini in vidim, da bo boljše fuknit moje miljone na mizo. 2,5 milijona rupij. Veš kolk je to?? Fakin 2 krat po miljon pa še pol zraven! In potem smo šteli. Prvi miljon. Mi pravi bejba - uf, to so pa že res kul počitnice. Za drugi miljon sem jo samo pogledala - štej, ne pa mi bluzit o počitnicah. In to je bilo to. Nič posebnega od objektiva, še vedno ga prodajam, če koga zanima je to Tamron 18-200 (kompatibilen z Nikon fotoaparati, cena po dogovoru - you buy - lucky for me, lucky for you!).
The following day we continue from Jakarta to Jogyakarta and don't have any problems to find a decent homestay and enjoy the short city walk. It is a really nice charming city, streets are full of scooters, motorbikes, scooters, motorbikes and horse yokes and scooters, yes, scooters!! few rickshaw and cars. You almost need a master to cross the road. Occasionally a local step in front of the cars to help you cross it as it seems that tourists don't have suicidal attempts.
You can buy everything on the street. Clothes, food, kitsch, and everything in enormous amounts. The local market is even more packed. Food smells amazing, and considering there is always a lunch time in at least one time-zone we decide to have lunch "from the street". Yes, my pharmacy is equipped with a bottle of spirit and pills of activated carbon, so there is no worries to eat something poisoned. There is plenty of food to choose from, and the food looks most appealing at the old granny and she is super happy when we point to some of the food - there is not much what what we know except chicken and rice and curry sauce with unknown ingredients. I still think that chicken satay was the best of all trip! So, the menu goes: tempe, peanut sauce, some veggies, curry sauce, a bit spicy, but definitely not too much. Sure, folks enjoy to observe us if we are going to eat everything or start to scream when we find something suspicious or just because is too spicy. Price? 10000 rupias each (0.6 €).
Next day we are heading to Boronbudur at sunrise and Parambanan temple at sunset. Like we haven't done enough damage to out biological rythm, but anyways, there is still in plan to see sunset at some other amazing locations. While taking photos at sunrise I realized that the camera has difficulties with focus. Half an hour later when we actually arrive to the temple lens die. If something really piss me of, this is slow internet connection and dead lens on vacations. I was really looking forward to take some photos of those two temples, but I can't do much with another 300 mm lens. And it is just the beginning of holidays.
The temples were great, just the prices were somehow unexpected ($20 and $18 for tourists), but anyways, they have to earn some money somewhere. In Parambanan we meet a kind girl our age that offers to show us around and explain a bit about of the temple - just because she needs to practise her Spanish. It was much fun. Her Spanish was actually quite good, it was understandable, except few times when it was "tourist" fault to not know anything about the hindu gods and that they have a different types of transport :-)
Jogyakarta is nice and very cheap. We paid 10 € for the room with breakfast for both, and to eat outside (street) you need to be very hungry to spend more than a euro for a meal. I am still pissed off due to my camera, because I want to bust my creativity. Soon I realize that Jogya is going to be the only city in probably more that one week and if I want to get another lens I should get it here. It is expected that photo equipment is in the same price range as in Europe (sadly not as in states). Next day we manage to find even two photo shops and a lens in a budget that I am willing to spend. I decide to buy it and than the seller says is going to be 5% more, if I pay with the card. I think my withdrawal commission is lower than that, so I decide that I will put my millions on the table. 2.5 million rupias. You know how much is that?? Two times million plus half of million. And than we start to count. First million. And the seller - hum, this is already a nice holiday. I gave her a bed look for the second one - just don't mention another holiday (indonesian budget of course, but anyway). And that was it. I still haven't found a potential buyer for that lens. If anyone interested is Tamron 18-200 (Nikon compatible, price negotiable - you buy - lucky for me and lucky for you!).Labels: indonezija, jogyakarta, unesco
