Depart Bali wicked early, no chance to enjoy the scenery, what turned out to be my favorite from the whole trip. I dunno. There's so much to see and do in Indonesia and I don't know when I'll ever get back. Makes most sense to diversify the experience, take in as much as possible. I've got another vacation lined up for Xmas/NewYear. Three weeks. There's a shit ton to discover but somehow I feel like Bali is calling. I've got time to make plans...
Jakarta is swarthy as ever. Initially we make for the harbor in the hopes of securing a trip to Pulau Seribu (Thousand Islands) but it's all vacation packages, exorbitant prices, and what appears to be soulless tourist trap resorts. What's more all the transport has left for the day, we'd have to book for tomorrow. Doesn't seem worth it.
Get a hotel in town instead. Rest up a bitty. Seek out the tourist information center. The director there is a chatty lady. She's trying to hook up her son with a college education, hoping Chuck will act as his liaison. Finally we get her to make some suggestions. Taman Mini Indonesia Indah (Fine Miniature Indonesia Park) sounds promising. We book a tour in the hopes of seeing something of worth.
Night falls. We're in search of some kind of Batik shop to tantalize the eyes. It fails to manifest and we turn back. My knee is moaning again. Get an Ace Bandage. Get some drugs. Call it an early night. Travel is so fatiguing.
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