The next morning the Dutch group had gone, but I had overheard a girl asking one of the hostel employees about places to go/things to do around town. Now, I had been wanting to go get a guided tour through the slums of Jakarta, but when I looked at the prices it just seemed a bit too much for my backpacker blood. (Normally I don't do guided tours in cities because I'd rather go explore myself, but in the slums in Jakarta, a city infamous for terrorist bombings, I decided not to go by myself.) Anyway I approached the girl that had asked the questions and ended up teaming up with her and her guy friend that she was traveling with. Her name was Nanna and his name was Martin, both of which were from Denmark. All three of us had fair skin, light blonde hair, and all three of us INSTANTLY connected.
So, on my second day in the hostel, the three of us set out on a long day of Jakarta exploration. And man was it an adventure! Ramadan was in full swing for the last few days of it and so the city was now alive with constant celebration. We found ourselves in the middle of a square full of families, bike riding, silly hats, and so much food my stomach almost burst (but not from being sick this time ;])
We finally broke away from the square to head to the famous monument in the middle of the city. The giant park all around the monument promised us a lot of room to get away from the crowds of people wanting pictures...but we were sorely mistaken.
By the end of that night we were absolutely exhausted. The next day was a one of relaxing in the hostel (but the air condition was broken and the place was completely infested with mosquitoes and I counted no less than 30 bites on my legs alone!
Nanna and Martin left to go back home the day before I left for Australia, but we had one last night to enjoy each other's company and have a nice dinner. I really connected with those two.
The next day I wandered a bit around town by myself, before catching my 5 a.m. flight to Brisbane, stopping along the way in Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia to change flights. And on my 8 hour flight to Brisbane I made friends with someone that absolutely changed my life.
But after all that adventure, I finally landed in a town where fair skin and blonde hair, was no longer a traffic-stopper.
P.s. here's a nice little picture of my new purchase while I stayed at my hotel in downtown Jakarta...can't wait to wear it when I travel to other Muslim countries!!
~Little Blonde Traveler