Jakarta, Indonesien

My impression of Indonesia so far haven't been too good. Starting off with me almost missing my flight from Kuala Lumpur when I got really lost at the airport. Running around like a fool having no idea what i was doing finally made me find the right bag drop about 5 minutes before they closed. After a two hour flight I reached the airport of Jakarta finding out that i was suppose to have a visa and a outgoing ticked with me to enter the country, which the lonely planet never told me. Finally sorting that out I managed to get even more lost, jumping on the wrong shuffle bus. In my imagination I was sure this was the one taking me to the city, but apparently this was the one running between all the different terminals, which took me a good 45 minutes to realize. I did found the right one after all and about an hour later I saw myself standing in the city centre of Jakarta. I was sure I could find my way by walking from there to the budget hostel backpackers area I read about in my magic book, but after getting even more lost I ended up taking a motocab (seriously, it wasn't even that expensive from the beginning, after all my trouble this morning I should of realized). I found out that most of the places where full booked or crazy expensive, which made me end up staying in the worst place ever. I litterly just got one bed and a fan. Like a prisoner's room. As soon as I was all checked in I went for a little wonder around before ending  up at the free wifi bar across the street, being to tired and to hungry to do anything of matters. An Australian guy invited me to his table with an Indonesian guy, where we had a long chat about Java's and Australia's special highlights. They gave me some good tips to carrying during my way of travels. 

The next day I checked out as soon as I woke up, obviously (I did have a shower first even if it didn't make me feel much cleaner). Thereafter I took a local train to Kota 'the old city of Jakarta' to book a train to Yogyakarta the same night. I've heard, or read, that Kota is the historical and cultural part of Jakarta, which I thought might be interesting. I saw one good museum thing in the old square before I had enough. Traffic got way to crazy with cars, motorbikes and busses everywhere, even on the walking's area. No way to cross the road without getting pulled over and with a noise that made you think you where in the middle of a world war. To much for me to handle which made me take the first taxi back to the main square and the national monument 'monas'. This 132 m-towering had been dubbed 'Soekarnos last erection', and if you got some fantasy I guess you can make it look like an giant penis ... The little park called 'freedom square', surrounding the monument really lives up to it's name by the harmony and peacefulness. At least I thought so before  I got hunted down by locals trying to sell me stuff, Which made me leave. I went pass the presidential palace, and a mosque as well before heading back to my street.