2 February 1992, Sunday.

My eye's were first opened when the girls came in, I shook off the morning feeling, rolled over and jumped back on the dream train. A tap on my leg by Herun woke me for the second time. I got up and washed my face, changed my t-shirt and joined Herun eating breakfast.
At 9am, we got a bechak to an awaiting bus, caught that to the bus terminal and then jumped on a bus to Jakarta. The journey was long, the bus's were really hot and dusty, by the time we got to our destination, I was grime incrusted. We arrived at Herun's families house in Jakarta at around 7pm, and was introduced to the family, I then showered, and took my time, and it felt absolutely lovely, I also had a poo.
Herun's brother is a guide and speaks very good English, although he has a very strong American accent. It's a very nice house, I just thought I'd include that. We ate, then watched the television, Alfred Hitchock and football. While watching the football, I ate some noodles, a welcome food intake, and when the football finished at 11:40pm, Herun and I both went to bed.
Well, it's been a day just as long as any other, but trying to explain and remember hours of a bus journey doesn't really seem that necessary, and seeing as how we were travelling for around ten hours of the day, the amount of information I had to write about was very little. Now, looking at tomorrow, through the other side of sleep.