Indonesia: Crossing Java
August 9: Yogyakarta So our bed was fantastic and we were thoroughly enjoying it, until our roommates left before 8 and caused the alarms on the door locks, of which there were 2, to be repeatedly very angry. We waited until they finally left, slept for about another hour, got breakfast at the hostel and then Andy was grumpy so went back to sleep while I went to wander the mall. I grabbed money from the ATM, scoured the English bookstore, picked up a few groceries, and booked a few days of activities for us. Andy emerged just as lunch was ready. I LOVE having a hostel with a decent kitchen. We made pasta with sundried tomato pesto, and bell peppers. We decided to wander about the town, and made our way towards the palace. What a let down. It was closed, but also looked quite run down. Seems that in Yogyakarta, and likely in other parts of Indonesia, hawking is a practice i.e. training birds to come back when you let them fly away. Surprising, and strange. There