26 October 1991, Saturday.

Last nights sleep was very good, and the morning was fresh. I had bread and coffee for my breakfast and gave some thought to sorting out my future.
Apparently Stove, is actually Steve, I misheard him before. Well, Brendan, Steve and I all started out together, then we got a bit lost, Steve decided he was better off on his own, and left. Brendan and I found our feet, and went off to find the national museum, people in Jakarta just come up and talk to you, which was brilliant because I managed to find out how to get to the bus station, and nearly everwhere. We done the museum, great stuff, but just like any museum around the world. Then at 1pm we headed off for the old Dutch capital 'Kota', Indonesia used to be a Dutch coloney. Got to Kota, had a good look around and met a guy called 'Abdul', he showed us everywhere, he was the nicest bloke in the world, but I think he only had eye's for my brown one. We all went to the Jakarta seafront, and an amusement park, didn't go in, then moved on to some bars. We made it back to our place on Jalan Jaksa by 9pm. On getting back we spoke to an Indonesian guy who promised us a much better room, and food for the same money, so we got our gear and went there. We then met a French and a Dutch guy, who were already staying at the new place. We all went out together to a local cafe/bar and got very drunk.
Its never gone below 100 F, but hardly any sun, also all the girls keep smiling at me, this is good. Although today in Kota, I bought some noodles from a little street trader, and I'm now convinced that I ate rat. Hmm nice. Now to sleep.