Yogyakarta is different than any other city I visited in Java. The colors on the walls, the nice smell coming from every warung (these kind of small restaurants opened on the street where you can serve yourself succulent Nasi Goreng for few bills), the noise of the busy traffic, the smily people, the chicken on the road…
If you are a bit into street art, or just interested by how a country like Indonesia (and particularly Java) see graffiti and painted walls, I would suggest you to have a look on what’s going on in Yogyakarta.
I’m still amazed how you can still be lost and desoriented on the first day in a new country, even after traveling for two month. As soon as you cross a border, it’s like a new fresh start.
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Battambang made me feel like a city halfway between Thailand and Vietnam. This cute little place was under the French power for a long time, like in Vietnam… That maybe explains why the architecture at some point is so similar. After a fruit shake (this is the best breakfast you can have in Asia) at the White Rose, recommended by my friend Marion, I made my way to the Bamboo Train. It is an attraction for tourists now but they will probably stop doing it soon as Australia had a contract to regulate some roads and a lot of other things about transport in Cambodia. Or maybe I’ve heard somebody who’ve heard somebody who talked to somebody about it…. Something like that.
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Chiang Mai… You are healing my soul and my body.
The first thing the taxi driver told me about Dubai on my way to Dom’s place is “Dubai has two faces. At night everything is changing”.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 