Gabrielle abroad…

View of Gunung Merapi from Borobudur in Yogyakarta….

Monday evening saw me, contentedly full from a dinner of nasi liwet, packed up with water, food and a strong flashlight in the back of a taxi heading up to the small village of Selo, where I would start my climb of Gunung Merapi. In Indonesian, “Gunung” means “volcano”, and at approximately 2900m Merapi is one of several still active in Indonesia. Indeed Merapi has erupted several times over the past hundred years -as recently as 1994- and the Volcanological Survey of Indonesia still monitors its flows and earthquakes to issue trekking warnings. Any nervousness I had about trekking up an active volcano dissipated as my guide and driver belted out old Michael Jackson songs. The entire way there. What is it about old MJ songs?? “Don’t Stop Til you get Enough? If that’s not the perfect pep up song, I don’t know what is.

The trek up Merapi (and I mean, straight up) takes 3-4hrs, and so to make it to the summit by sunrise we began our trip around 1:00am. Our guide was –much like my surf instructor- kind, gracious and extremely patient. I’m beginning to realize that these qualities embody the Indonesian culture in general. The trek up the volcano was undescribably surreal – as we gained elevation, we could see the lights of Selo, Solo and Yogyakarta extending out to the horizon until you almost couldn’t tell where the cities ended and night sky began. During parts of the hike, our flashlights were totally unnecessary as the virtually full moon lit up the trail and parts of the surrounding landscape in an eerie white light. Furthermore we could actually HEAR the traditional Javanese music from an all-night wayang kulit performance in Yogyakarta, which provided a transcendental soundtrack for the journey up the volcano. It was absolutely magical, and I felt like I was truly in another world.

Fastforward three hours: ahead of schedule, we took a break just near the summit (waiting for sunrise on the summit would subject us to strong winds up top). With a light longsleeved shirt and lightweight fleece - It. Was. Cold. I’m not kidding (5-10 degrees Celsius. Next time I’m packing a wool sweater, hat and gloves.)

But although the trek was tough and my hands and toes were completely numb, watching the sunrise over Central Java from the top of Merapi was spectacular! I was elated! We spent an hour at the summit with glorious views of the smoking crater (myself, a couple from Paris and our two guides) and started our descent at about 7:00am – even though we were essentially taking the same trek back, in the light of the sun, it was a whole new experience and the views were incredible. By 9:30am I made it back to Selo, thawed, tired, and delirious, dreaming about hot tea, a shower and my bed in the back of the minivan back to Solo.

Unfortunately, here my luck with the reliability of transportation here in Indonesia promptly ran out. It took a good hour before we actually left Selo, and about 30mins outside of Solo, the bus decided to not change gears and instead sputtered and died. Our driver and the French guy pushed the bus to the nearest garage where we sat and waited as the bus was fixed and still broken. Fixed and still broken. Fixed and still broken. Fixed and still broken. About 1:30pm our guide, guilty that the 3 of us were trying not to pass out on benches in the garage, hired a taxi and took us back to Solo. I was clean and in bed by 2pm that afternoon, dreaming about the next trek……

Yesterday I’d planned to rent a bicycle to visit the villages around Solo but my legs were out of commission. So instead, after breakfast, my friend Ajip and I left to visit the Hindu temples of Candi Sukuh and Candi Ceto on the slopes of Gunung Lawu – considered one of the holiest mountains in Java.

For me to fully grasp and discuss here religion in modern and historical Indonesia is impossible – what is known, however, is that both Buddhist and Hindu dynasties flourished in Java through the 13th and 14th centuries, until Islam, established in Java as early as the 12th century, spread to become the state religion by the 15th century. Both of these are considered relatively new Hindu temples, built in the 14th century and notable because they were built after widespread Islamic conversion was initiated and underway. The reliefs at Sukuh and Ceto depict Hindu stories with flavors of Javanese influence, subtle messages for women and marriage, and both are still used today for celebration, holy events and “exoricisms” – a dispelling of bad spirits if you are unfortunate enough to be born on a bad day of the Javanese calendar.

Borobudur in Yogyakarta….

In contrast to Sukuh and Ceto, the Prambanan temple near Yogyakarta built in 850AD during the flourishing Hindu Mataram dynasty form the largest Hindu temples of Java, with three temples devoted to Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu. And I’ve finally uploaded pictures from Borobudur (750-850AD), the impressive Buddhist temple built around a small hill near Yogyakarta. Over 2600 narrative and decorative panels describe Buddhist doctrine, with over 500 Buddha statues and images embedded into the temple.

Still planning my next move…more pictures to come! Also new picture up from Bogor.

..I’m uploading pictures. Computer facilities aren’t the greatest, and I just spent the past hour reviewing HTML skills, so bear with me.

Similar to the cultural focus of Yogyakarta, Solo has a plethora of musical instrument crafters, wooden and leather puppet makers, batik producers, as well as weekly performances of traditional gamelan music, various javanese dance performances around town, and even weekly all night wayang golek and wayang kulit puppet performances. This morning I visited Pura Mangkunegaran, the lovely palace in the center of the city where the royal family currently resides.

Off to a big dinner, as I’m trekking up Gunung Merapi tonight. 9pm departure to the small village of Selo on the slope of the volcano gives me a midnight departure, and time to enjoy the sunrise at the summit of Merapi. More pictures on the way!

P.S. To those of you who *are* computer experts - some of these computers are notoriously infected with viruses. If I use a digital card reader to directly upload pictures from my Compact Flash card, could I potentially have any problems with my card later? Some travel sites recommend reformatting the card after use in an internet cafe, so I thought I’d double check. Currently transferring images to disc, then from disc to blog.

Enroute to Yogyakarta…..

Well once again I’ve had three consecutive days when I’ve woken up with every intention to move on, and someone or something changes my plans. I *think* today is the day, though, and I’m heading to Solo - just an hour by train.

Arrived in Yogyakarta on Monday after a very pleasant bus-ferry-bus trip (more about this later) and subscribed to a bit of culture shock! Surprisingly - particularly upon arrival in Yogya! - the farther east I’m traveling, the tourist infrastructure becomes more developed and mass produced. When I was in Jakarta, Bogor, Ciapanas, and mostly through Pangandaran, I had to battle my way through Indonesian to reserve a room, sometimes as the sole foreigner in the area (Ciapanas)….the challenge which I’ve loved. And especially at the beach, I spent the afternoons swimming and hiking mostly with the Javanese locals. The tourist subculture, however, is in FULL force here with its own independent subcommunity off of Sosro road of hostels, travel agencies, local tours, batik shops - it’s more than a little overwhelming. The main road in Yogya itself reminds me a bit of New York - shop after shop of batik stores, shoe places, fabric stores for traditional clothes, leather work, imitation North Face backpack stores, Muslim clothing stores for embroidered headscarves and dresses, silverwork, along with Circle Ks, KFC and McDonalds (the latter two which are rather fancy places to eat, a social statment of financial status!).

Besides being considered a full-on tourist, however, indeed the cultural mecca of Java, Yogyakarta seems to me quite a progressive, young and incredibly creative city on the southern coastal region in Western Java (And in desperate need of English teachers….hmmmmm…..). Surrounded by Pramandan and Borobudur, ancient Hindu and Buddhist temples constructed roughly around 800 AD, on the outskirts of the urban area and the rumbling Gunung (which means volcano) Merapi, its spirituality is tangible. The sunrise over Borobudur and sunset over Pramandan were awe-inspiring!

And despite being ‘urban’, knowledge and expertise of traditional performing arts are taught over and over many generations of Yogyakartans. Traditional performances of gamelan (Javanese musical instruments), Sundanese, Javanese and Balinese dance, leather and wooden puppet performances, batik work and silversmiths are intricately skillful and beautiful!….and the thought, strategy and devotion to the arts here is impressive! I spent one definitive and unforgettable evening watching the Yogyakarta ballet troupe (blending traditional and modern Javanese dance) performance of the Hindu Ramayana epic in an open air theater with Pramadan lit in the near background.

Off to Solo, Yogya’s sister city, for more culture, dance, and arts!

Have I mentioned how exquisitely beautiful Java is??…..

Well, I’d originally thought my trip to Pangandaran -impossible to say in true Indonesian accent, by the way- was going to be a quiet day or so after the long day traveling across the Puncak Pass, but somehow it has turned into a six day vacation….Between hiking in the National Park, jungle tours, visiting local wayang golek makers, fish frys and bonfires on the beach, riding on the back of motorcycles for hours through local villages in the area (sorry Mom and Dad), swimming in canyons and volcanic streams and jumping off of waterfalls (I’m kidding. Or am I?!?!…..) it’s been wonderful. And pretty exhausting too, I feel like I’ve been going nonstop.

I’m learning to surf! As Indonesia is famous for its surfing and beaches, I thought I’d try my hand at it. Turns out I’m terrible. Anyways there are worse things to do than spend all morning and afternoon on a black sand beach in the tropics.

Can I say one more time how wonderful the people here are - incredibly friendly with beautiful smiles! Whoever said solo traveling would be lonely was definitely not thinking of Indonesia. Besides the influx of German, French, Dutch and Australian tourists wandering the streets, the Indonesian locals are incredibly warm and hospitable. I. AM. NEVER. ALONE. Sometimes a tiring thing!! From bus rides, becok rides, warungs, restaurants, you name it - inevitably someone approaches to strike up conversation (Where are you from? Where are you going? Where have you been? etc). Yesterday morning I brought a book to a local restauraunt, thinking I’d enjoy some reading over a nice breakfast - within minutes, the waitress and two other locals were seated at the table and I spent the next two hours discussing the Hindu religion, history of the U.S., societal role of women around the world, etc. I haven’t even made it through one of the several books I brought to read. Related note: I was so touched having dinner in the nearby village in Bogor? Well I’ve already had five similar invites in just the past week. It’s really a wonderful culture.

Looking forward to a quiet night here in Pangandaran, and leaving (via minibus, then ferry, then bus) to Yogyakarta -the cultural center of Java- tomorrow morning. I’m really looking forward to visiting the Hindu temples, batik and woodwork galleries and historical and cultural musems.

What does it mean if I’m already losing track of days?…..

I spent the rest of Monday exploring Bogor, including their esteemed Botanical Gardens - beautiful. Monday night was uneventful, except for brief entertainment from a VERY drunk VERY red faced German man who staggered into the hotel around 11pm. Surprisingly, he’d had too much to drink during dinner and, ala Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, decided to crash a traditional Indonesian wedding down the street. “Nobody there knew a white guy could dance like I did!”, he said. Hmm. Let your imagination run wild. He really was remarkably intoxicated, it turns out in part due to “zese delicious drinks zey kept pouring me” -use your best German slur for that one-.

I left Bogor yesterday morning, stayed the night in Cipanas, a small resort town in the gorgeous Garut valley in the shadow of several volcanos…famous for their hot springs which surrounded my hotel and fed the hotel water supply. It was quite lovely. I left Cipanas via Garut this morning, connected inTiksamalaya -or just Tiksa as the locals call it- and have landed now in Pangandaran…a black sand beach town on the southern coast of Java. I’m staying right across the beach, and making my way to an Indonesian restaurant in town renowned for their seafood. Yum! Too bad there’s no wine with dinner…..

It has been planes trains and automobiles over the past two days, except more like angkot, minivans, jeeps, economy buses and becoks. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking and undescribable…maybe just like you think Indonesia should look like, and more so. Its incredibly undeveloped and almost overgrown with tropical plants we all try to coax to grow - here they are HUGE and carpet the landscape!

I’m taking a break from traveling for now, and spending the rest of the week here, relaxing on the beach, indulging in seafood, and touring the beach towns around here.

Oh! Here’s a link to Java, so you can check out my route….http://www.lonelyplanet.com/mapshells/south_east_asia/java/java.htm
Bogor -halfway between Jakarta and Bandung
Garut and Cipanas - halfway between Bandung and Ciamis
Pangandaran-directly south of Ciamis

Oooh, where to start - I’ve been here two days and it already feels alot longer! Here’s my attempt at the Cliffnotes version:

Staying over in Singapore was KEY to my sanity - I woke up with a clear head, almost completely on this time zone, showered and boarded the one hour flight to Jakarta. The airport was very picturesque - Jakarta? Mmm, not so much. Big city. Lots of people. LOTS of them. I was surprised on the bus to see where and how they crowd the houses in the cities and towns. Maybe not as surprised to pass a Starbucks on the way to Bogor, though…..

Bogor was an (uneventful!) two hour bus ride straight from the airport. I had thought, it being outside of the city, that it would be quiet…peaceful…relaxing. Again? Not so much. Over a million people here, and I swear they are all driving the green and blue minivans, buses and taxis that circle the garden - It’s like a NASCAR track. Checked into the Pensione Firman hotel and rested the day and night there. Basic accomodations, with a delightful “breezy rooftop veranda” that overlooks neighborhoods of Bogor and out towards the jungles and volcanos. Included in the price is a five am wake up call from the mosque next door! (Really, though, you can’t get away - you hear the chanting from everywhere and all mosques).

Yesterday morning I had breakfast with two Dutch guys staying at the hotel - after a three hour conversation over Indonesian coffee, they invited me to join them for their plans for the day. Both of them - one with 15 years of Indonesian travels under his belt, and the other with an Indonesian mother - turned out to be the best pseudo-local completely fluent tourguides a girl could ask for. They both train in the Indonesian style of martial arts - later I found that I was traveling with the second place world champion from 1997 (who knew?!) - and were in the area to train their national/specialized master and other higher-ups, and to participate in a special ceremony honoring the transition of a student to advanced level. This is what I had the privilege to attend. Two hours and three bus connections later, the three of us were trekking through a village outside of Bogor to meet their master, and his VERY extended family, all living on the same plot of land, in bamboo and concrete homes/rooms surrounded by gardens.

Highlights of the night include: watching old and young practice and train, playing peekaboo with the Indonesian great-grand child of the village head, listening to his son-in-law perform on the flute, violin and other traditional instruments, watching the wayan goleng (puppet) master perform (when he asked me to try puppeteering, he announced that it was the naughtiest puppet of all, with a woman’s hand up his garments…!!…..), participating in the traditional ceremony all seated on the ground around 25 different plates of rice, meats, potatos, chili sambal!, spices, flowers, leaves, fish (which they all served on my plate…over and over and over and over..), and finally, after being told by the village elder/head that I HAD TO DANCE, training with women from three generations of traditional Balinese dancers for an hour, and then performing it for EVERYONE.

The ceremonial aspect of the day prevented me from taking too many pictures, but I know that there is video footage on a friend’s digital camera. Maybe I’ll post that eventually.

NEW as of 8-26-05 - Thanks Oliver!!!

Three things I didn’t expect to encounter in Indonesia:

(1) “Paradise City” blaring from a cell phone….of a very stern and serious man in traditional garb in back of a bemo in the middle of nowhere

(2) (Only funny to my science friends) After telling my Dutch friends that my thesis work was cancer research, he asked me if I had ever heard of something called BRCA1. ?!?!?! I actually found myself saying….”Have you ever heard of a gene called p53?”

(3) Probably the most stern, serious and very unsmiling elder of the village, and master of these arts, at first a little unwilling to meet me, later call me Gabrielle Sabatini and think it was the funniest thing he’d ever said (this was the puppeteer master).

It is crazy here, I’ll tell you that much, but wonderful. I *LOVE* it. My four weeks of learning the language were a little pointless, as most people understand English, but really gets me laughs while I try and butcher their language. One of the Dutch is completely fluent in Indonesian (and Javanese, and Sundanese, and Bogor, and Balinese, and…..) - it was amazing to watch a bemo full of somber Muslim women villagers’s faces light up, joke and laugh within seconds when they spoke the local lingo (and I tried my damnest to speak!). So learning the language is my main priority. Luckily I have the chance to practice!!!

Off the Bandung maybe? Or Gurat, I haven’t made up my mind.

(I’m posting an email I sent out from Singapore airport)

Well, if you ever have to fly cross-Atlantic or Pacific, you absolutely HAVE to fly Singapore. I’m a TOTAL convert. The 18hr+ flight was not an ordeal and actually flew by!!! There is a good reason that this airline is the top one worldwide. They treated everyone like royalty. There was NO element of ‘everyone crammed on coach visiting Asia’ - this was high class travel with high class service.

I think I mentioned this to Dad, but Singapore set up a personal entertainment system for everyone - so every seat, including coach, had their own personal screen and headset, run by the KrisEntertainment system. Over sixty blockbuster and classic movies on demand…not only
American but Japanese, Spanish, Indian, etc. I watched most of the campy Indian comedy/drama musicals and loved it….Also another campy Spanish movie called Di Que Si. What a riot. About two hundred and fifty CDs (again American and world music) on demand. About a hundred
television programs, from Sex and the City to travel documentaries to historical documentaries. They also had tons of games for the kids. They ALSO had online Berlitz language courses in case I wanted to brush up on Portuguese, Spanish, Mandarin (no, they didn’t have Indonesian).
The food was - surprisingly - excellent!! Three meals, choices of American, Korean/Singapore, or Indian cuisine. No more Indian for me - I had my fill at the wedding.

The Singapore airport is ridiculous - it’s huge. Everything from Chanel shops to international cuisine foodcourt to free Internet areas - it seriously looks like something from the Jetsons.

Anyways I’m checked into the transit hotel and taking a good six hour nap! (After sleeping really well on the plane - I had my own row both times, and have already slept a solid five hours). I’ll come back to check my email in six hours.

This international travel thing is nothing! I got it beat.

Of course, I’ll let you know what happens when I start publictransportation in a big city. Ain’t no pretty stewardesses on those buses…

Well, I’m down to the wire….less than thirty hours before I board my flight to Indonesia. My bags are packed…am I ready to go???