Arriving at Conors house we were warned that they were having a few problems with mosquitos and Conor felt it good practice to tell us about his friends that have gone down with Dengu fever recently. That night we played Poker, caught rat-like super mice (don't ask...) and Conor helped us plan out our trip for the next three weeks. He knew every bit of indonesia; where we must stay, what to see and how long to stay in each place. I left it to the girls to plan whilst i played poker and looked forward to a good rest after travels. The girls paired with Conor found that the best plan would be to catch a 5 o'clock 8 hour train journey the next morning to Yogyakarta and gradually travel south over the three weeks to Lombok Island. Confident in the knowledge that Jess has extremely similar interests to me, i was happy to sit back and tag along to whatever they planned. And what a brilliant plan it was.
So early morning and we were on a low budget but kinda decent train to Jogja (Yogyakarta) getting our first views of indonesia in day light with bright green paddy fields and old school farms. Half way along and a man comes round with a menu for something to eat and i saw the chance to order my first indonesian breakfast. Not understanding a word of indonesian, the man recommended me the most expencive meal on the menu (about £1.50) claiming that i will like it a lot. Not having a clue what i just ordered i sat excited waiting for my first traditional indonesian breakfast to arrive... never before have i been so disapointed to recieve steak and chips.