Note: at the beginning of July 2013, I went for a holiday with my parents, brother and sister. We braved Asia for the first time, explored but did it all in -more or less- style. The age of the group varied between 48 and 17.
Let me tell you, travelling is hard. Really hard. We’ve just arrived at our hotel, 11PM local time, after a trip that started around 4.30 local time yesterday. But we made it!
The first leg of the trip was pretty OK: getting to Brussels and taking the plane to Amsterdam was easy-peasy. I had some slight issues (my e-reader suddenly didn’t want to open all the books I’d downloaded specifically to get me through the plane journeys and I suddenly faced more than 16 hours on a plane without anything to read), but they got resolved more or less by the time we arrived in Amsterdam. There, we rushed to catch our next flight. Which, obviously, meant we were way too early at our gate, without anything decent to eat around us. This would keep occurring for the rest of the journey and my stomach is not very happy about this.
On the plane to Kuala Lumpur and Jakarta we went and what a plane it was! I don’t think I’ve ever been in a bigger plane (a Boeing). Not one of those double-level planes, but still: not really a small plane. We had a very big choice when it came to entertainment on board (I finally watched Les Misérables!), which was also very necessary: we boarded the plane around 8h30 PM and got off the plane around 3 PM the next day, local time. That’s a lot of flying hours. And then we still had to fly to Jakarta and Yogyakarta/Jogjakarta (they’re not really interested in spelling here).
But (as mentioned before): we made it! In one piece, with all our luggage! It’s a minor miracle. The hotel is great, we’ve got a guide who seems to know how to handle us and who knows how to speak Dutch (he calls it exotic Dutch, which is kind of cute) and tomorrow we’ve got options on bike-taxis, temples and lovely lunches. Go us!