

Java, Indonesia
Thus far for me, travel in Indonesia has been a comedy of errors, but a comedy of errors that seems to have no end. In fact, it seems a little like hell at times. Nasi goreng (fried rice) every meal, I can't communicate with most people, even though I speak Indoensian now, I guess they assume that i can't speak it, and miserable, horrible bus rides that feel like absolute torture.
Then, I get to Java, which if you look in the encyclopedia, I think means mall ...