Solo

From the tourist hub of Bb we traveled an hour north to Solo by local train. Solo has no tourists. And the reason for this is probably there’s not much to see in Solo though it is a cultural center. The highlight of the three days there was a beautiful performance, Vayan Urang (people theater), with gamelan music and dancers.

The only other person staying at our guesthouse was an… interesting character from Australia. The first night we met him he was quite drunk with a new local friend who was supposedly going to find this Australian man, of about 75, an Indonesian wife. His new friend from Solo turned out to be an interesting piece of work as well, we found out later, while he pontificated to us during one very hot and lazy afternoon the virtues of Islam especially how it is the one true religion, and my personal favorite moment was when he compared women to rice fields.

Becak (aka cyclo) ride in Solo.