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An early swimmer..

This morning, Rara begged to swim. The hotel didn't have a warm water swimming pool so the water was cold. Especially after the long rain last night, it made the water was impossible to swim. I didn't like the idea to swim as early as 7 o'clock in the morning and we hadn't even had our breakfast yet. But...you know children. Could you win over their will?

So, after minutes of persuading, arguing, instructing, and other "ing" ending related to communication activities with Rara, which obviously didn't work at all, I let her do whatever she wanted to do, which was swimming...

We had our breakfast on a table set in the hotel garden, open air. It's so relaxing to have one like this.

Then, we ordered our taxi and within 10 minutes, the taxi came.

Raka refused to swim.
We went straight to Beringharjo market, which is a traditional market wellknown for its Batik sources. It's cheaper to buy at this market rather than to buy along Malioboro street, which also wellknown for Batik.

After 20 minutes walking along the narrow alley inside Beringharjo and plenty of "Teh Botol" and other cold drinks we drank, my husband gave up. The market was so hot and the alleys inside were too narrow that it was impossible for us to have a pleasant shopping there. So, we crossed the Malioboro street and went to Ny Kamto's Mpek-mpek restaurant, which is quite popular in Yogya for having our lunch there.

The working rythm of Yogya's people are slow so if you want to order at a restaurant, better you should not be in the state of STARVING.

It's a cold and wet morning that day.
 Otherwise, you could be ended up fainted. That is my advice. I know how long it would take between order and when the food comes to your table, so we already sat down nicely in that restaurant even though the time was 11.30 which actually was too early to have our lunch. 

Finished with the lunch, we went to the closest shop that has aircon and there we bought several Batik. Ehmm...I mean, a lot of Batik. Then, we rode "delman", a horse drawn carriage and took a city tour with it. In Indonesia, we have several names for delman, i.e: sado, andong, cidomo, dokar etc. If you want to know what it looks like, just googling with that word.

During the ride, we stopped here and there to buy things for our relatives and colleagues back home. Last stop was at Bakso Ito, one block away from Malioboro Street. We had our dinner there before we took the cab to go back to the hotel and resting for the big day tommorrow.

 

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An early swimmer..
An early swimmer..
Raka refused to swim.
Raka refused to swim.
Its a cold and wet morning that d…
It's a cold and wet morning that …
Fried rice noodle. Actually, my hu…
Fried rice noodle. Actually, my h…
On the other hand, my fried rice w…
On the other hand, my fried rice …
Raras breakfast: boiled noodle.
Rara's breakfast: boiled noodle.
Raka chose to drink tea only and d…
Raka chose to drink tea only and …
Rara with her breakfast.
Rara with her breakfast.
An open air breakfast.
An open air breakfast.
Hurry..the taxi was already waitin…
Hurry..the taxi was already waiti…
Ready to go!!
Ready to go!!
Pasar = market.
Pasar = market.
Delman.
Delman.
The place we had lunch.
The place we had lunch.
Riding the delman.
Riding the delman.
Rara and the coachman.
Rara and the coachman.
Had an early dinner at Bakso Ito (…
Had an early dinner at Bakso Ito …
The result of todays shopping
"The result of today's shopping"
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