my view on Malaysia
After KL it was time to move to a smaller place and this was Melaka (aka Malacca).
Melaka is a city two hours drive south of KL. I checked in at “Victor’s guest house ” (30, Jalan Munshi Abdullah, Kampung Jawa, 75100 Melaka).
The place is very nice, clean and very quiet and the staff very helpful. At first you have the impression that it is located far from the center but don’t be fooled by appearance. Behind the hostel there is the river. The entire area is under massive restructure and there are plenty of nice places to get a coffee or beer. Walking along the river and crossing the bridge you’re in the cultural center of the city in 10 minutes. Melaka has a long story of invasion from different people (Portuguese, Dutch, English) and it is all reflected in the architecture and the language. People are very nice and friendly and you never feel uneasy anywhere in the city. Apparently the night market is very nice but it’s only on weekends so I didn’t get the chance to see it.
At the hostel I met some people and together we went to have food in a Himalayan restaurant not far. The food was good and cheap but the communication with the staff was not easy. Melaka is a place that I really enjoyed. Life is easy and quiet there although the tourist and you can take a rest from the fast pace of KL. On my second day I had lunch at “Mori vegetarian tea house ” (3, Jalan Kampung Kuli, 75200 Melaka), a bit pricey but the food was delicious!!!
After two days in Melaka it was time to move on and since Singapore was not an option (that’s where people usually go after Melaka) I decided to move north to Penang an island on the west coast. The bus trip was long (around 9 hours) but not too bad. I arrived at Butterworth harbor and from there I took the ferry to George Town. The trip is about 10 minutes and once in George Town you land at the bus station.
My host David told me to fetch the 302 to get to his place as he was not at home yet but after almost half an hour I was not even half way as the traffic is pretty bad so David – that in the meantime had freed himself – told me to get off at the first stop and wait for him there. And I did. And I waited another half hour.
David lives in Gelugor 15 mins drive from the city. We arrived at his place and after a shower we drive back to the city for dinner in an Indian place called “Thali-NR sweets cafe ” (Lebuh Penang, George Town, 10200 George Town, Pulau Pinang) in Little India. The food is very good and very cheap like in most places in George town well known for this. I was supposed to spend only a couple of days in Padang but in the end I stayed 4. The city is very nice, good choices for food and I felt at home there. In the morning David worked so I had a lot of time to visit and in the evening we met for dinner.
On my second day there I met Tom and Jep, from CS and with them I went to the temple on the hill and the evening we had dinner with David. After dinner David explained the he does charity work three nights a week and asked me if I wanted to tag along. With his volunteer friends he goes around the city and distribute food and water to the homeless. It was nice and sad at the same time. People know them and wait for them. They’re very nice and humble and when they take the food they say thanks 20 times. It’s been a very nice and enriching experience.
The following day David was working only half day so in the afternoon we went hiking on a beach half an hour out of the city. The hike is fine but not for everyone. Along the way we met with people from a CS group that David attend to and they invited us to a BBQ at the beach later on. After an hour we arrived at the beach but couldn’t swim as the water was very shallow and muddy. To go back we took a boat as it was getting dark and it’s not advisable to do the hike at night. We then drove to the beach for the BBQ. The others were already there and setting up the fire. It was very nice to spend time with them and talk. They’re all members of CS from different origins and religions. Indians, Chinese, Malay, Buddhist, Muslim and they all get along very well. That’s why I really like Malaysia!!!
After the BBQ someone suggested to get into the water and since no one had a bathing suit we skinny dip although it’s forbidden in Malaysia. It was funny, we laughed a lot and a Muslim girl that until 2 minutes before was wearing a veil bathed with 5 naked men (she was wearing T-shirt and underwear) and wasn’t worried or offended by that. Well on the contrary actually!!! We saw the fluorescent plankton (amazing!!!) and the water was so good that we couldn’t get out.
On my third day I met Leo, a local guy in CS also and with him we went to the protestant cemetery and the haunted school. I have a thing for cemeteries and abandoned building although I don’t believe in ghosts or burial as for that. Afterwards we had lunch at a place called “Yin’s sourdough bakery and cafe” (11, Pesara Claimant, George Town, 10100 George Town, Pulau Pinang) because I was craving for pizza and I heard that in this place was very good. And indeed it was, pesto and mushrooms pizza. Delicious!!!
Leo is a local artist that lived in Armenian street very close to the bicycle painting and his place is full of cool stuff as he works as interior designer. For dinner I bought some Indian food and got home where David had already arrived.
The following day I decided to stay at home and organize my next move. So after fetching information from blogs and websites I prepared my bags and went buy the bus ticket to Perenthian island for that same night.
E anche l’Indonesia è fatta. Strano paese, 3 grandi isole (le principali) e tre realtà completamente differenti.
Bali è la più “semplice”. Essendo la più conosciuta e sfruttata dal turismo è anche la più occidentalizzata. La gente locale è ben abituata agli stranieri, l’inglese è parlato ovunque ed è semplice spostarsi da un posto all’altro. Ma ciò non è necessariamente una cosa positiva. I prezzi sono più alti e una volta di più i bianchi sono considerati “portafogli ambulanti”. Ad ogni passo ti chiedono se vuoi un taxi (taksi, chiedo scusa) o un sarong o un sellier stick o se vuoi mangiare o bere qualcosa. Basicamente Como in ogni altro paese in Asia dove il turismo è anche troppo sviluppato.
Arrivato a Java le cose si calmano un poco. Il bianco è ancora un portafogli ambulante ma in maniera più discreta. Non sei più assalito. Solo invitato. Ripetutamente ma non è troppo fastidioso. La gente in generale è gentile e vuole aiutarti. Sorridono ma noti la differenza da Bali.
L’ultima (in ordine di apparizione) è Sumatra senza dubbio la mia favorita. Sfortunatamente avevo solo pochi giorni da passare su questa bellissima terra verde. Qui il turismo e le sue infrastrutture sono ancora ad un livello basico. I turisti sono pochi e i lo locali sono estremamente gentili. Il mio host e la sua famiglia sono stati fantastici. La gente è curiosa rispetto agli stranieri ma non sono fastidiosi. Non cercano di venderti niente e tu sei ancora tu. Solo uno straniero in una bellissima terra straniera.
Nella mia profonda ignoranza ho sempre pensato che i paesi musulmani sono chiusi e inospitali ma non ho visto nulla di tutto ciò durante i miei spostamenti in Indonesia. La gente è amichevole e ospitale, curiosa del tuo paese, le tue abitudini, la tua vita e i climi freddi.
Il cibo è buono e poco costoso e hai problemi solo se cerchi disperatamente una birra. A parte ciò la vita è bella e semplice.
Non ho necessariamente visto tutte le cose tipiche che i visitatori in teoria devono vedere in Indonesia. In realtà ho visto molto poco ma non rimpiango il mio viaggio per nulla. Cercavo una vera esperienza, conoscere la gente locale, mescolarsi a loro e vivere le loro vite e in un certo modo ci sono riuscito. Ho imparato che questa gente è ben diversa da come la dipingono i giornali e la TV. Ho imparato che siamo molto più simili di quanto pensiamo e allo stesso tempo completamente differenti. E la vita non è necessariamente migliore nella nostra società ultra sviluppata. Qui la gente non ha nulla o molto poco ma sono felici di condividere con te. Noi dovremmo imparare a fare lo stesso.
So after leaving Indonesia one day before my visa expires I land in Kuala Lumpur. The idea of being in Malaysia brings back memories of my childhood. Sandokan the pirate says hello from the depths of my memories and it feels funny to be here.
For those who don’t know who Sandokan is, you can check this link.
The first thing that attracts my attention is the multi cultural environment in KL. People are Asian, Indian, Chinese, Malay and everything in between. It’s fascinating to see these people from so different paths of life coming together as one same nation.
I meet my host in KL sentral (it’s not a typo. It’s sentral with S) and by train we reach his house. We go for dinner in an Indian place open 24/7 like the majority of Indian restaurants and after he takes me for a night ride around town. Obviously the main attraction are the Petrona towers (or twin towers as the called them here) and like many other tourists we stop to take a picture – well more than one.
The following day I’m on my own around the city as Joko – my host – has to work. I really like KL that although is a big city is still very “doable”. They have a free bus that takes you around town like an hop on – hop off thing and once in the center I get off and walk around. It’s really hot but there is a good amount of shadow so it’s OK. I visit the main attractions and have lunch in Little India. In the afternoon I meet my host and after dinner we’re off to bed.
The following day I switch host. Jr is a very nice man. With a funny Indian face (although his family is 100% Malay) he greets me in his very cozy apartment on the outskirts of KL, very close to Batu caves. We chill in his place for the afternoon and we go to yet another Indian place for dinner. The following day we meet with his friend Raizan and his couchsurfer and head to the caves.
Batu caves are two caves a little hour outside KL. They are at the top of his hill and you have to climb I don’t know how many steps to get to the top. It was hard but slowly but surely I made it. The main cave is pretty big. I was told that there were bats inside but thankgod I didn’t see any. My host and his friend stayed down as they had been up there plenty of times and they didn’t feel like climbing in that heat. So it was just me and the other guest, a young man from Algeria that took at least 40 (thousand) selfies, ten for each position… I couldn’t believe it!!!
There is also the Dark Cave that apparently is populated by snakes and rare animals but we didn’t have time to visit as we wanted to go also a waterfall a little further down.
So after the caves and the “cover girl” photo shooting we headed to the waterfall. Can’t really tell where that is but when we got there it was pretty busy as it was a holiday. We had to walk quite a walk to get to the less populated area of the waterfall but once we got there it was nice to jump into the fresh water and wash away all the sweat and dust of the climb.
The following morning I was to take the bus to Malacca so my host suggested that I spent the night at Raizan’s as he lives closer to the bus (bas) station.
Raizan’s is the most messy place I’ve ever seen in my life but I felt at home from the moment I put my feet inside.
In the meantime a friend of Raizan’s arrived and the four of us (Raizan, his friend, Mustapha and I) went for dinner and then to the hot spring nearby. The hot spring is a shallow pool of hot water that springs naturally near Raizan’s house. The water is pretty hot and it was very nice to spend some time there.
The following day I took a bus to Malacca.
And Indonesia also is done. Strange country, three big islands (main ones) and three different realities.
Bali is the “easiest” one. Being the one more known and exploited buy tourism is the one more westernized. Locals are very used to foreigners, English is spoken almost everywhere and it’s easy to go around. But being so it’s not necessarily a good thing. Prices are higher and once again the white person is a “walking wallet”. Every step you’re asked if you wanna a taxi (taksi sorry!) or a sarong or a selfie stick or if you want a drink or some food. Well basically like any other Asia country where tourism it too well developed.
Comes Java and things tone down a little bit. You’re still a walking wallet but it’s more discreet. You are not attacked. Just invited. Over and over but it’s not too annoying. People in general are nice and help you. Smile on their face but you can notice the difference from Bali.
Last (in order of appearance) is Sumatra by far my favorite. Unfortunately I only had a fee days to spend in this beautifully green land. Here tourism and infrastructures for it are at a very basic level. Tourists are but a few and locals are as nice as it can be. My hosts and his family have been fantastic. People are very curious of the foreigner and are not annoying. Don’t try to sell you anything and you are still you. Just a foreign person in a beautiful foreign country.
In my deep ignorance I always thought that Muslim countries are close and unfriendly but I haven’t seen anything of the kind during my wanderings in Indonesia. People are warm and friendly, curious about you’re country, you’re habits, you’re life and the cold climate.
I haven’t necessarily done all the typical things that visitors are supposed to do when they visit Indonesia. Actually I’ve done very little but I don’t regret my trip at all. I was looking for a true experience, to meet locals, mingle with them and live their lives and in a way I’ve succeeded. I’ve learnt that this are far from what the TV and news papers tell you. I’ve learnt that we are more similar than we think and at the same time worlds apart. And life is not really better in our uber developed society. Here people have nothing or close to nothing but they’re more than happy to share it with you. We should learn to do the same.
For those of you who know nothing about Islam like I did (and still do for that matter) Idul Fitri is the end of Ramadan, the month of the year when Muslim people fast during the day. I happened to arrive in Indonesia exactly at the beginning of Ramadan and I’m about to leave it as the fasting period is over.
I crossed from Java to Sumatra by ferry in about an hour and then in 2 hours I arrived at my following destination: Bandar Lampun where my host agreed to pick me up from the station and drive me to his place.
While waiting for Ageng and eating an entire tube of Pringles many people approached me just to say hi or to enquire where I was going. One of these people is a very shy man called Christo (in a Muslim country!!! 😀). We exchanged a few phrases and in the meantime I said hello to some 10 people looking at me with a smile on their face.
Ageng arrived and drove me to his home where I met all is close family : mother, father, little sister and his uncle that is only 4 years older than he is. Aziz’s English is pretty good and we managed to have a decent conversation. Ageng’s mom cooked dinner for me and then I went to bed as I was pretty tired. Ageng left his bed to me and slept on a mattress on the floor.
The following morning we woke up at sunrise and at 7.30 we were already on the road to go to Angeng’s grandmother. But before we made a pit stop at his aunt’s house to get more family in the van. It took us almost 2 hours to get there. But the road passed through towns and parts of forest so it was nice.
Once arrived to destination we found more family waiting for us and everyone was super interested in me. I was at the center of attention, the first to get the right to eat, the one to have the right to the best food, and was served tea, water and everything that was available to eat. In Sumatra (but I imagine it’s the same more or less all around Indonesia) every house is always ready to receive guests. They have always a table set up with cookies and biscuits, some water and tea (very sweet of course). So there I was, stuffing my face with all the food that had been prepared to celebrate the end of Ramadan and in the meantime receiving the complete attention of the all family that was getting larger and larger every moment. At one point I asked if I could have a picture with all the family. They agreed and it took a while to organize but in the end I managed to get my picture with part of the family, and it was already a big part. But then the whole family wanted a picture with me. One by one. I felt like like a monkey at the zoo but it was funny. After the photo call we were on the road again direction Way Kambas that I thought was a sanctuary for elephants. The entrance is 7500RP for the locals and 250000RP for the tourists… The worst money ever spent.
To get to the actual sanctuary it takes 40min from the check point by car on a VERY bad road . Once there it’s easy to realize that the place couldn’t be further from a sanctuary. It’s more like a circus where the poor animals have to do the clowns so people can laugh. As I didn’t want to disappoint my host I didn’t say anything and tried to watch the show but it got to a point when I started crying so I decided to go to the toilet not to see the rest of the horror show and not to show my host my disappointment. Luckily they were in a rush to be back with the rest of the family and since it was raining they decided that it was time to leave and that way I could put an end to my agony.
Back at grandma’s home there was still the family and still waiting for me and take some more pictures. One of the relatives (don’t know what kind of relationship, here were at least 40 people in the house!) asked me if I liked coconut and when I said yes he offered to get one for me. A few of us left to get the coconut from the jungle behind the house and the relative climed on a palm tree and got some coconuts for us that we drank and ate there and then. (and in the meantime we gave a good reason to mosquitoes to stick around!) Back home we were really exhausted and went straight to bed. Idul fitri is something like Christmas for Christians so there is always good a gathering to attend to. And just like Christmas it can be pretty exhausting.
The following morning Ageng and part of his family took me to the airport but before we made a pit stop to introduce me to another branch of the family and do some other photo call. Ageng and all his relatives have been amazing. They have treated me like a prince and also adapted the cooking to my diet restrictions. They made me feel the most important person in the world and walked the extra mile to make me feel at home. They also gave me presents and made my stay in Lampun unforgettable.
My plane to Padang was more a bus than a plane. It took three hours to get to destination and due to the fact that we stopped in Jambi to let passengers out and pick need ones… Weird…
We got to Padang with an hour delay and at the airport I found Alfano, a couchsurfer, to pick me up. I didn’t find any host so I booked at Brigitte’s home (Jl. Kp. Sebelah X, Kp. Pd., Padang Bar., Kota Padang, Sumatera Barat) and Alfano although could not host me was so nice to take me there on his motorbike. Brigitte’s house is a very small hostel where I got a room for myself. The place is more than decent but the fact that there is only one bathroom for the entire place can be sometimes really uncomfortable.
The following day Alfano came and pick me up and together we went to the beach some 20min far from the city. Honestly it was nothing special as a recent storm had torn down many tree on the beach and the water is not crystal clear due to the movement of the sands. Besides to get to a depth decent enough to swim you have to walk around 100m from the shore. But it was still nice. The area is still very wild, with animals walking around free and I tried to get an interaction with some of the goats walking around but they always ran from me…
After a nap in the afternoon Alfano invited me to spend the night at the hostel where he works (as he was doing the night shift and could easily sneaking me in) and so I was able to spend the night in a four star hotel and in the morning I had a gigantic breakfast and all this for free!!!
The night before we had dinner at this street food place called Waroeng Koki-koki where I had kwetiau goreng, some kind of really thick rice noodles with vegetables and afterwards we had an ice-cream at Es Durian – Ganti Nan Lamo. At the restaurant there were these two kids singing and they were pretty amazing. Little Indonesia got talent
I really loved Sumatra even though I just spent a few days here. Despite the fact that is the more Muslim compared to Bali and Java I found the people very friendly and very open. White persons are still something to look at with great interest, but they always say hello and smile to you. I’m not sure that if they knew that I’m gay they would be still so nice, but I can’t really complain.
Now I’m at the airport again ready to leave Indonesia as my visa expires tomorrow. New destination Malaysia.
In Yogyakarta I checked in at “House of Nasi Bungkus” (Ngestiharjo, Kasihan, Bantul Regency, Special Region of Yogyakarta 55184). It’s a bit far from the center but the view on the rice fields is gorgeous. Besides they give bikes for free so after checking in I got on a bicycle and pedalled my way to town (20 minutes) where I met with Roberto, a Spanish guy met at Malang hostel.
We met at the “food street” where everyone gathered at nightfall after fasting for Ramadan. The street is packed with people, cars, motorbikes and all sorts of amusement and “business”. Food prices are higher than usual but we managed to get our noodles (vegetarian for me of course!!!) for around 1€.
After food we wanted to go for a beer but we discovered that it is not so easy to get one as in Bali for instance. The further west you move in Indonesia, the stronger is Islam influence, therefore getting alcohol in this area can be quite a challenge.
Not able to get our craved for beer we called it a night and headed to our respective hostels.
I was SO looking forward for a good night sleep but to my big disappointment at 4am the choirs started to play outside the windows and it was impossible to sleep. When the prayers were finished (at around 5), I managed to fall asleep only to be woken up not even two hours later by the songs coming from a school (my guess) not very far. There goes my quite night in the rice fields!!!
After breakfast I checked out of the hostel and borrowed a bike to go downtown and meet with Dea, a very fine young lady that contacted me via Couchsurfing. We took a long walk around town (very unusual here in Asia where walking is just for the poor!!!) and talked of everything. She is very curious about the world outside Asia and asked me plenty of questions about Europe and our lifestyle.
I left Dea and headed back to the hostel to get my backpack and move to a couchsurfer who has a home stay but sometimes gives one of the rooms to couchsurfers.
At dinner time (6pm) I met once again with Roberto. We wanted to go to Merapi volcano but we realized that it would take a lot of stress and money (leave at 11pm. Get at volcano 2 hours later. Hicking steep for 4 hours and back for about 30€) so we decided to skip it and just enjoy the evening in the center.
We were both looking for food that was not Asian for a change and ended up in this place in a small alley just off the main food street where we had burger and French fries and also managed to finally have a beer!!!
Very happy with our food we parted and said our goodbyes as the following day I was going to Semerang for one day and Roberto would leave town also. I didn’t visit the temples that are close to the city as the entrance is pretty expensive (25$ each) and travelling on a budget I have to make choices. I found the price too high especially because people that went there told me that they’re not spectacular and I felt that it was not worth it. Wanting to spend almost a year travelling I really need to be careful with my budget and sometimes I have to give things up.
I arrived in Semerang where I met with Sigit, a young local CSer. His house is big and very nice and has also a wonderful little garden!
He took me to the “Brown Canyon ” and at night we went in town and walked around with Sigit giving me some information about the town and telling me his projects for the future. He taught himself 6 languages and counting and he dreams of leaving Indonesia.
Following day I’m back on the train on my way to Bundung where I booked a bed in “Buton Backpacker Lodge” (Jl. Buton No.14, Kb. Pisang, Sumur Bandung, Kota Bandung, Jawa Barat 40112) a super nice and extremely clean hostel. For dinner I went to “KUNST house” (Jawa Barat, Jl. Buton No.1, Kb. Pisang, Sumur Bandung, Kota Bandung, Jawa Barat 40112) where I dined with a delicious – although a little greasy – Rosti. After that I met in Braga st. with Tora (a couchsurfer) and his guests from Poland to have a beer.
After spending a very resting night at the hostel, and after a very generous breakfast I moved to Tora as Polish guys were hitchhiking their way to Bali. These are the final days of Ramadan and all public transportation is fully booked. Everyone is moving back to their hometown as on the last day of Ramadan is tradition to have a big celebration with all your family and so it’s hard to find a spot on trains or buses.
Tora is a very funny guy, full of joy with a very contagious laughter. He took me to the governor house (apparently a Bantung landmark) and to the monument dedicated to the war heroes. The afternoon we chilled at his place and at night we had dinner at a food stall near his house where I have nasi goreng (fried rice) that was served with pink clouds!
The morning after I moved to Jakarta but just because I wanted to go to Sumatra and Jakarta was the only option. The trains and buses fully booked it’s hard to move around!
I arrived in Jakarta without any expectations as everybody told me it was a very crowded and dirty city but with my surprise I found the city not so bad and the people very friendly. The only problem I had was finding the hostel as my phone finally decided to abandon me and so I was lost without Google Maps. I asked everyone around the area where the hostel was supposed to be but no one knew anything. I got on the wrong train, it took me more than 1 1/2 hour (opposed to 50min) to get to the right station as the train I was on arrived at one stop before I was supposed to change and backed up… and once again lost in translation… When I managed to get to the right station my phone died and have been walking around for an hour (not kidding) to find the hostel that was just 5 minutes away from the station. I arrived I was pissed off and sweaty. I checked in and was given an upper bed on the bunk. The only problem is that the upper bed is at more than 2 meters from the floor… and obviously getting off of it the first time I fell… Nothing serious just hurt a bit my back.
The hostel is called Teduh Hostel (Jl. Pintu Besar Selatan No.82M, RT.1/RW.5, Pinangsia, Tamansari, Kota Jakarta Barat, Daerah Khusus Ibukota) and a part from the “sky high” beds, it’s OK. Clean, quiet and with a nice kitchen. Tomorrow at 10am I leave on a bus to Sumatra the one before the last stop in Indonesia.
So, after the islands we landed in Lombok and from there I made my way to Java. I know I did very little in Bali but I felt my time was up. I spent an extra night at the same Mirah hostel and the following morning I was supposed to go to Canggu. It was raining so I just got on a bus direct to Java.
I arrived at the bus station and got once again attacked by people who wanted to sell me tickets. I literally had to show them that I already had one in order for them to back off.
The bus left at 5.00pm and was supposed to arrive some 12 hours later in Malang. It was pretty comfortable but they were playing this Indonesian music that really sounded a constant whining to my untrained ears. I bet for locals our pop music has the same effect. The music was really getting on my nerves so I just got out my iPod and put on my headphones.
There were blankets on the seats because the AC was pretty strong (I actually got a cold). They also provided us some snacks and a bottle of water. But all the announcements were in Indonesian (which is understandable as I was – once again – the only white face on board) and so I lost everything that was said during the trip.
To get to the harbor it took us almost 5 hours and once there we got on the ferry with bus and everything. By that time it was almost 10pm.
Once on the ferry everyone got out of the bus and upstairs to get some food. Apparently here, every stop is a good excuse to get food. I was on the deck recharging my tablet when everyone was getting down the stairs to the bus level. I didn’t understand as we didn’t even left shore yet.
But worried to be left behind I followed the locals (of course I was the only white on board of the ferry also) and got on my bus wondering if there was something wrong with the ferry and we had to get off.
But when the bus left the ferry I realized the we were not on the same shore that before. The islands – Bali and Java – are so close that I didn’t even see the ferry leaving the shore!!!
On the Java side we stopped at a “service station” where the driver gave us the voucher to get free food. It was buffet style so I could choose and got rice (what else!) vegetables and tempeh. And for drink a delicious tea.
With my belly full I got back on the bus and fell asleep expecting to be able to have a solid 6 hours sleep. But of course I was wrong. Again.
After a little more than 3 hours we were woken up because we arrived in Malang. It was confusing to me as the trajectory of the bus was Denpasar – Malang but not everyone got out. So here I am, stranded in Malang in the middle of the night (actually early morning) half asleep.
I decide to send a message to my CS host knowing that probably he won’t see it before morning. After waiting for 15 minutes for an answer I decided to call a cab – GO JEK to be precise – and go to the hostel that I booked just in case.
The place is called “Mador Malang Dorm Hostel” and it’s one of the cleanest hostel I’ve ever been. The rooms are small and without window but the “beehive style” bed are super comfortable and clean. I was supposed to stay here just one night but my CSer host although very good person proved to be very unreliable so I decided it was easier to just stay here. In the morning there is breakfast (with ginger tea!!!) and the owner is the sweetest girl I’ve met!!
On the morning after my arrival, I met with another CSurfer and together we went to the hot springs. The place is about an hour by motorbike from Malang, on the outskirts of Batu (also called little Switzerland!!!) and the view along the way is amazing. Rice terraces and fields of carrots, onions, cabbage and apple trees, the main product here.
Later that afternoon I met with my “host” that took me to this very fancy restaurant called “Javanine”(Jalan Pahlawan Trip A5, Klojen, Oro-oro Dowo, Klojen, Kota Malang, Jawa Timur 65119) where we met with a couple of friends of his. I had noodles and a broccoli salad. Delicious and not expensive especially because the Australian friend took care of the bill!!!
So today I walked around the city a bit (and I banged my head as here you always have to check where you put your steps and also check if there is anything hanging from the walls of the sidewalk… which I didn’t do…)
I had lunch at this place recommended by the Australian friend called “The library Cafe” (Jl. Baluran No.2, Oro-oro Dowo, Klojen, Kota Malang, Jawa Timur 65119) and dared to order pasta. It was a bit overcooked but delicious and since it was cheap I also got an orange salad. There I met the Australian friend having lunch, so I took my chance and invited him this time!