24 & 25 October 1991

From Heathrow, London to Prague took around 2 hours, the plane must have been around 20 years out of date, and the food they served was disgusting. Got to Prague at 5 pm by my English watch. Then waited for an hour or so for my next flight. On the old plane, from London to Prague, I sat next to Harold and a likewise stupid old croan. They explained to me, the do's and don'ts of travelling, and I nodded.
The plane from Prague was completely different, it was an air bus and was really nice, there was video, loads of nice food and drink served every two hours and a six channel music station. But once again, I had an annoying person sitting right next to me. She was a little meek American women, a missionary flying to Kuala Lumpa. The journey took another six hours to get to Dubayy, and then another six hours to Kuala Lumpa, stopped there for another hour, then back on the plane for another two hours, and arrived at my destination Jakarta, the capitol of Indonesia.
Outside the airport, I jumped on a bus with a Swiss guy called Stove, the bus was heading for Jalan Jaska, the road where all the cheapest hotels, come hovels, are in Jakarta. The bus ride cost me 3000 rupee's, which is around one pound of English money.
I'm now staying in a room on Jalan Jaska, with Stove and an Aussie bloke called Brendan, both in there late twenties. The beds costing me about 5000 rupee's for the night. I'm very tired but very excited about being here.
I can't see what I'm writing, but I just went for my first poo, and king cockroach thought he'd introduce himself to me, lovely, absolutely scared the life out of me. The loo's are just holes in the ground, I mean, I knew what to expect before, but I'd never dumped in one before. You live and learn. Well I'm to bed and sleep now, it's so hot.